Friday after work I ran in the snow, had a delicious supper with friends (and ate most of godeater's martini olives), then swooped over to Alastair's with my best Nigella Lawson impersonation at the ready to help create his signature nutrition-free whipped-cream-chocolate-wafer log as a break from reading about Hobbes. I got a chance to "play" (read: lie ( Read more... )