I never get tired of stuffing
I had a really great week, divots and speed bumps and all. The ice froze over the roads for a couple days up here, stranding my boyfriend with me in the house. Unlike fish, after three days I really absolutely still wanted him around. Three days turned into a week, and I'm still not done. The craving grows. Signs are very positive! His new job starts monday, and is in the same town where I live so I'll be a very convenient place to spend the night rather than braving rush hour traffic to drive home.
Just for the record, Seattle rush hour effing sucks, just as bad as LA with fewer lanes. I'm so glad I live near work.
Food Fest was a success. I can recommend highly the brined turkeys from Trader Joe's, although I think next I shall try just buying a fresh (never frozen) turkey and messing with my own brine. In the meanwhile, I shall practice on helpless little chickens now and again for roasting delight. I did use Alton Brown's aromatics stuffing in the bird, being onions and apples and rosemary and cinnamon sticks with some white wine to make it all wet.
Mom had a hiccup in her relationship, starting with her not consulting with him at an appropriate juncture before promising something from them both, and then him getting grumpy and cold shouldering her before she had a chance to apologize. Ah, the theatre spiral. He's picking her up today to drive back home, and I think they're going to try some counseling on communication practices or some such. Hurray for that, as I still like him very much. They're both idealistic, and trips like this make them too quick to say it'll never fly rather than whoa, got some work to do here.
The scale this morning said to skip the cookies and desserts for a while and go running at the gym. I haven't done pushups in over a week. Me so bad. Bitsy and Nom Nom have been going daily and training, making me feel like the triple slacker. Will have to start insinuating myself again.
Revisionism. I'm a fan. When we were kids, my aunt ordered an oil portrait done of James and me. It was framed (in a tacky frame) and spent the last decade shuttling between spots in different garages without any desire to be hung on a wall. I always wanted to be an only child.
Mom showed up having gone over the painting with black oils, removing all trace of James and leaving it a picture of me as a kid alone. She produced it with a flourish, announcing I was an only child after all. I howled laughing until I had tears leaking out of my eyes. But wait, new plans! Mihai can do portraits, and is going to take a picture of Katherine as a little girl and paint her into the picture. So now she and I can announce that we've been sisters all along, here's proof! I'm so delighted, and grin every tijme I think about it. We're going to get it re-stretched when he's done, re-framed, and then we'll fight over who gets to have it in our bedroom.
Just for the record, Seattle rush hour effing sucks, just as bad as LA with fewer lanes. I'm so glad I live near work.
Food Fest was a success. I can recommend highly the brined turkeys from Trader Joe's, although I think next I shall try just buying a fresh (never frozen) turkey and messing with my own brine. In the meanwhile, I shall practice on helpless little chickens now and again for roasting delight. I did use Alton Brown's aromatics stuffing in the bird, being onions and apples and rosemary and cinnamon sticks with some white wine to make it all wet.
Mom had a hiccup in her relationship, starting with her not consulting with him at an appropriate juncture before promising something from them both, and then him getting grumpy and cold shouldering her before she had a chance to apologize. Ah, the theatre spiral. He's picking her up today to drive back home, and I think they're going to try some counseling on communication practices or some such. Hurray for that, as I still like him very much. They're both idealistic, and trips like this make them too quick to say it'll never fly rather than whoa, got some work to do here.
The scale this morning said to skip the cookies and desserts for a while and go running at the gym. I haven't done pushups in over a week. Me so bad. Bitsy and Nom Nom have been going daily and training, making me feel like the triple slacker. Will have to start insinuating myself again.
Revisionism. I'm a fan. When we were kids, my aunt ordered an oil portrait done of James and me. It was framed (in a tacky frame) and spent the last decade shuttling between spots in different garages without any desire to be hung on a wall. I always wanted to be an only child.
Mom showed up having gone over the painting with black oils, removing all trace of James and leaving it a picture of me as a kid alone. She produced it with a flourish, announcing I was an only child after all. I howled laughing until I had tears leaking out of my eyes. But wait, new plans! Mihai can do portraits, and is going to take a picture of Katherine as a little girl and paint her into the picture. So now she and I can announce that we've been sisters all along, here's proof! I'm so delighted, and grin every tijme I think about it. We're going to get it re-stretched when he's done, re-framed, and then we'll fight over who gets to have it in our bedroom.