Man, I have no interest in the rest of today. Or at least, the rest of the work day. I have had my review (generally good), some celebratory cupcakes, and that's about it. But shouldn't that be enough??
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I have written 2200 words of a paper so far today (I had 800 words at 9am and now have 3000). I have one major chunk left. It's due at 5. I so deserve the LOTS of GOOD pizza that I have requested be provided for my dinner.
What are people doing this weekend?
I am probably going to see a movie on Saturday, then figuring out if I still know how to make peanut brittle on Sunday morning and then cleaning the kitchen Sunday afternoon.
The book's four sections are dedicated to butter, lard or pork fat, poultry fat, and beef and lamb fat.
What are people doing this weekend?
Dinner with a friend tonight. Dinner and a screening of Quantum of Solace with same friend tomorrow night, plus several Anderson Valley Winter Solstice's consumed (mmmm). Possibly crashing over at his house after getting some quality use out of the home theater. Brunch and the Pats game on Sunday.
- Tonight: Not one thing, just watching a DVD probably
- Saturday: Hair cut, Christmas party
- Sunday: Maybe wrap gifts?
Fat
Every time I think I have enough cookbooks, someone goes and does something evil like this.
Someone who knows me well could give me Fat and Salt together as a gift!
This weekend, I have to clean the house, do laundry, go to Target and give blood. I also want to make those tartlets, get a wreath, and maybe see Cadillac Records.
OMG, I have my house back. Part of my Christmas present to Lewis is having stuff done around the house that we've intended to do since we moved in but never got around to. One of those things was moving a thermostat upstairs from the hallway, which was a stupid place for it, to the actual bonus room.
Sounds like a simple thing, but it wasn't. It required much work. And men were here all day, fixing it, bless them, but the dogs felt the need to make noise every time the guys went up and down the stairs.
I've gotten very little done today and I have a headache. Perhaps I should also request pizza.