Last night with our house guests - cooked butterbee something special, roast chicken. Except, um, I didn't cook anything, I napped while shadowdaddy (king of risotto) and wechsler did all the hard work. Thanks, guys!
Am now finishing off some red wine and looking suspiciously at the pile of foods on the table. Oh, for a fairy horde to cart them all away. I guess maggots would take care of it over time but it wouldn't get the plates back in the cabinets no matter how effective they are at the other stuff.