finally, a new topic!

( Spoilers for yesterday's Grey's Anatomy )

denouement

I would also like to note that I have been to the grocery store every single day since Monday. And because I was too ditzy to buy even an extra onion, I need to go to the store again so I can make stock from the turkey carcass.

I am okay with going to the store. I'm not excited about leaving the joy that is my pajamas. Mawr.

I also want to try to make a rice gelato. There's this great place downtown that has it. And I have the glorious KAMICA. I'm going to make my mom's rice pudding and see what happens when I KAMICA it.

But first I need to put dishes away and load other dishes. It's about 95% clean. Which, I can't say enough how exciting I find that.

Everything was lovely yesterday. Everyone came over, we snacked on mini-quiche, crudities, and the fantastic cheese/cracker spread Sarah brought over. Someday I will learn how to get everything out on the table, simultaneously, at the perfect temperature. But for now, I'll just continue cooking for people who aren't picky.

We played a couple of rounds of Apples to Apples, which was awesome. And then--dinner time. And of course, the traditional silly picture of Emma. I love her for being such a good sport. (*blows kiss*)

Then movie time --we watched the sapalicious A League of their Own, and I packaged up leftovers and put away food. Then: dessert! Michael'd brought a fantastic pumpkin pie and I'd made the carrot cake cheesecake.

Hobbes was particularly taken with Michael. They almost ran away together, except Hobbes is a slut for chicken slices in gravy, and I had the can opener.

um. hrm.

I have a hundred-thousand gallons of turkey stock. After I make myself and everyone I know (except the damn vegetarians, *blows kiss to Jeff*) soup, I'm not sure what to do with the remaining ninety thousand gallons.

Maybe I could freeze it in bags for soup throughout the year?

penance for pie

Nothing like Thanksgiving to inspire renewing one's exercise goals.

First cardio workout in waaaay too long. Owie. Also, squats.

I hurt.

boomer!

Jesus.

So, I'm finally catching up on Battlestar Galatica. And, wow. Um. Wow.

It's funny, because I've liked the show and thought it was excellent, but hadn't quite gotten hooked. Jeff, I would like to share, wants to marry the show. And the raving is like nothing I've seen coming from his normally very moderate-self. But, I decided to try again, and what I finally concluded was that the reason I wasn't crazy about the show was because it didn't have much humor. Not that I don't like grim. I love Deadwood and I worship Firefly, but they both had some humor, especially Firefly. But now, on disc three of the second season, I feel pretty fucking hooked.

( Spoilers for Season 2.0 )