December 17th, 2008


Bacon sammies and tea

Last night was enjoyable - J and I went to a classical concert at St. John's Smith Square. It was two sopranos (one of them Emma Kirkby) singing German Christmas songs, with two violins, two viols, one bass, an archlute and an organ for accompaniment. The music was generally nice - I can actually follow along with the words fairly well (with the help of the translation) so I can feel what the singer is actually trying to express. (If you speak Latin, can you tell me: is "sinners" and "flock" a little songwriters pun?) However, the organ completely crapped out after the first song, and rather a lot of my attention was focused on this drama rather than the music I was listening to. (It got fixed during intermission - a string snapped or something.)

Wow, Saturday in New York the weather is high 26, low 19. Better pack the long johns.

Now I'm eating a bacon sandwich and drinking tea and noticing how very clear the sky is outside - can't help but think it's cold out there! The sun is just now rising. wFour more days till the solstice.

What a treat!

Someone in the office was given a box of 40 flavors of Jelly Bellies.

Man. Tangerine. Pear. Cotton candy. YUM!

Now I just have to not eat them all.

Iron Chef Putney strikes again

Well, I opened the poussin, and they smelled like fish. Only fish should smell like fish, and generally fish shouldn't really smell fishy, either. Meat should mostly smell like nothing. So I threw them all out, apologizing to the God of All Chickens for the horrible waste of these little birds' lives - and yet, really, really not wanting to get food poisoning again. My guess here is that the fridge at work just wasn't cold enough to store them in for two days. My bad.

This put me in the unfortunate situation of having three people (including me) expecting me to make dinner, so I put on my Iron Chef Putney! hat and made miracles happen. In this case, I took half a container of ricotta, mixed it with some cheeses (edam and parmesan) and an egg, boiled some pasta, fried together the one remaining Italian sausage and some back bacon, stirred some chopped prosciutto into the cheese mixture, then dumped all of it into the pasta once it was done. Voila! Um ... warm food! I also served a bit of acorn squash (it was goign to be stuffed with rice, but that only made sense with the chicken) and salad, and we had melon for dessert.

Anyway - it wasn't genius but it was warm food and everyone said it tasted alright - and, really, it did.

And now - reviewing shadowdaddy's play, and maybe an early evening - I'm just really worn out.