It’s not early morning by any means, but it’s those few minutes alone in the morning that find me sitting here plotting out my day. It’s quiet, there’s a dog curled up on my feet, there’s a special someone still curled up down the hall.
The funny thing about Thanksgiving weekend is that after two days of goofing off you feel like you weekend is over only to realize you have two more days. Today must start with some house cleaning, but that always goes faster than I expect it to. Then off to play for the rest of the day.
Thanksgiving went well, as expected. This year there were only 4 of us, myself, my sister, David and David’s friend John. I made the standards (parenthetically speaking of course), turkey (organic, free range, too dry), stuffing (with dried fruit, nuts and pumpkin seeds), mashed potatoes (with burnt green onions), sweet potatoes (mashed with brown butter and garam masala), and gravy (giblet of course). Also put out a cheese plate (naturally), Humboldt fog, Point Reyes Blue and Dubliner cheddar along with olives, candied walnuts and grapes. I need to stop buying cheese at Whole Foods, they never have what I’m looking for (mirableu sheep’s milk blue from spain, neils yard dairy cheddar, Brillat Savarin brie. All solidly good cheeses, al exactly what I wanted) and I end up settling for other things.
John brought an absolutely delicious salmon with ginger and garlic, so damned tasty, along with green beans and carrots in a black bean sauce. One would think Chinese food would be incongruous to the Thanksgiving meal, but it was quite the opposite, the food was divine and added a delicious counterpoint to the traditional fare.
This weekend has been the most relaxing one I’ve had in a few months. Cooking for people, hanging out with friends who enjoy your company, watching SpongeBob dvd’s all afternoon with someone who enjoys them. These are good things that I’d almost forgotten.
The dishwasher calls my name and the vacuum sings her sweet song just for me.
Stay foamy, peeps.
ps the first snowfall is here. crap. I find that most of the people who enjoy snow and winter are the ones who don’t actually have to shovel. Luckily, the first snowfall never sticks.
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Could I be more of a spaz??
My day is all about spazziness. I hate it, but I’m also a little charmed by it. Is it wrong to be charmed by your own self? I’m not sure if I knew me if I would be irritated or completely charmed by me. I’m hoping for charmed since I am convinced I am the most charming person you know.
I oversleep this morning, which I hate to do because it just eats into my day. Luckily, it wasn’t so bad because of the time change. It was only 9:30 in real life. I keep trying to get things done, but I can’t. I’m just moving too slow.
I grab the dog and a cigarette and the phone and head outside to clear my head. I call David because he seems like the most willing victim and I sort of just ramble on and on to him about nothing. In the middle of the conversation the dog sees a rabbit in the back yard and takes off after it. The hand holding the leash is slammed mercilessly into the stair railing. Twice.
I’m yelling and crying into the phone, my hand is going numb and I am unable to form the fist I need to punch the shit out of the dog. Painful bruise forming as I type this.
I decide I need some breakfast and order David out of bed. I think to myself “I need to be over at my dad’s at 2:30 for Kit’s birthday party, I shouldn’t be late, but I’ll bring her present anyway”. Oh, yeah, it’s like 12:30, there’s no way I’ll be late! Not at all.
We head over to Victor’s 1959 cafe for plantain omelets but the wait looks to be about 2 weeks long. Dang. So over to Maria’s Colombian Cafe for plantain pancakes and omelets with refried beans! Of course everything is taking longer than expected because I am completely incapable of judging time and distance. I suck, but I drank a metric buttload of coffee (a metric buttload is .782 imperial buttloads, fyi)
At 2:20 my sister calls to say “where are you??”. It’s a legitimate question since the cake and ice cream is actually at 2 and not 2:30. Now I double suck, because not only was I going to be late, but now I am going to be ultra late.
Drop David off, head out in a blaze of flaky lateness and get over to my dad’s an hour late.
Is it wrong that my dad has really hot friends? This is the second time I’ve met one of my dad’s friends and he was way hot. What’s up with that? What’s up with my dad hanging out with guys close enough to my age to still be hot?
Good thing I brought Kit’s present with, that would have been embarassing. Coffee, tart, presents and trying not to flirt with my dad’s friend.
Home again. Had to carve the pumpkin (it’s a total lame carving job, but whatever), then get the candy ready and lure the runaway dog inside with a pig ear.
Time to make dinner. Huzzah.
Perspective
My friend, Dave, emailed this to me in response to the previous post…
So – you named the puppy after a Mongol leader who is most closely associated with bloodthirstiness and barbarism.
Foreshadowing?
And then you wonder why he destroyed his newest toy?
Yep, as I sit here surveying the mess that one toy can make, I sincerely regret not naming him ‘Roger’.
This week’s limited highlights in cryptic, un-ordered list goodness…
* First dates rock
* Second dates rock just a little more
* Many many many birthdays to deal with
* I’ve been sleeping too much this weekend. I’ve started feeling guilty if I sleep too late. I need to stop that.
* ‘Big Lebowski’ is still a solidly good movie. In fact, it is and ever shall be my favorite.
* I’ve been cooking more lately. Last night was veal scallopini in a lemon sauce (mmmmbutter) with roasted potatoes. Tonight is pork tenderloin with spiced pumkin goat cheese and some sort of potato, probably roasted again. If I have enough pumpkin left over i’ll make a dessert with it, but really, do we need a dessert with it being halloween? there’s a ton of candy just sitting here.
* Speaking of halloween candy, Target was WIPED OUT of their stocks, I was almost forced to buy that big mixed bag of shitty candy that no kid wants. Luckily, I found good stuff and I will avoid having my house egged again this year.
That’s all, boring week, not much going on. I’m off to get ready for a birthday then halloween dinner.
Dear Alan
While I do agree that someone who has brownies made for them should not argue much with the maker of said brownies, I do feel it is fair for the consumer of the brownies to argue a point that is so very very wrong.
Brownies are good, there is no denying that. Milk cannot make the brownies better. Milk can certainly enhance the brownie eating experience if you are one who enjoys milk. You see, the milk is enhancing the experience, not the brownies themselves. A brownie is pure goodness with or without milk. Drinking milk might make the eating of a brownie better, but does not change the fundamental nature of the brownie.
There are few constants in this universe, few things that we can consistently rely on, but the goodness of brownies will be a truth until beyond when the sun dies.
Also, milk is vile.
xoh
p.s. you should invite me over to eat nachos and watch more of the world series. Just a suggestion.
Curative
You know what cures strep throat? Hot pot bibimbop! That’s right, tasty Korean food. Of course your dinner companion has to be someone who notices the convection currents in his soup.
So there you have it, Korean food and science nerds and suddenly the whole world seems brighter.
And, on a brighter note, 36 hours ago I had a doctor threatening to lock me up in a hospital and jam a tube down my throat. I think that every case that requires hospitalization should have a related number of pills that you can take to avoid it. Yesterday I had to take 11 pills to keep me out of the hospital, if you had to go in for say heart surgery there might be 187 pills that you would have to take. Day surgery would only be like 53 pills. See, medical science needs to catch up and make pills to solve everything. That way, those of us who never ever want to have to stay in the hospital won’t have to! This is me, always thinking.