| Saturday, January 22, 2005 |
| Shortcomings and Comfort Food |
Well, leave it to a bunch of male meterologists to promise us 10 inches and only deliver 7.
Still - it's very pretty, and very quiet. The snow is very light and dry since it's so cold outside.
Was SO nice to spend a day doing nothing but reading, surfing (tuned in to the live webcast of the Harvard blog/journalism conference - will comment later), chatting on the phone to friends and family, and cooking.
Tomorrow, I'll get outside and get some photos. Lord knows the city won't be around to plow our streets until days later. We're stuck.
There is a rack of lamb in the oven with a caramelized shallot and thyme crust, a good bottle of shiraz opened, two movies ready to go, and my all time favorite comfort food: my recipe for porcini and gorgonzola risotto is on the stove. A fire in the fireplace and two cats. Life is good.
Well, except for the 10 inch thing. |
posted by Broadsheet @ 6:41 PM   |
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Oh, look, it's the definition of below-the-belt!
Also, did I mention I'll be right over? There is no lamb at my house. I may have some Buitoni tortellini, yeeha!
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No lamb, no bacalhau, no risotto? What do you think I am? A call out place?
Wait - don't answer that......
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Actually, I was hoping for delivery...
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I am so impressed. Though I had things like books and diet Coke (ha), your culinary choice sounds sooo much better than mine! I am really jealous... I was just chowing down on prefab food.
7 inches??? Wow. Here in NoVA, I swear we only got 2. Very, very anticlimactic. I just pretended there were 10 inches out there, and when I went to the store today, realized just how delusional I was. ;)
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Us gay chaps are so used to disappointments in the measuring department that there is even a concept to cover it. It is 'the gay 8' which means 6. So in discussing a new beau one may say "He said he was 10 but it was a gay 10 - as usual!"
Or is that TMI?
Mind you diappointment aside your day sounded really blissful.
C
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Oh, look, it's the definition of below-the-belt!
Also, did I mention I'll be right over? There is no lamb at my house. I may have some Buitoni tortellini, yeeha!