OK, I admit it: I probably love Kubrick's "The Shining" more than I should. I've seen it at least twenty-five times, and two of those viewings with the commentary on, glued to the screen. I've only watched a couple of films all the way through with feature commentary on, and only this film more than once. I just bought the DVD with commentary last month, so I'm sure I'll be watching it additional times, to boot. Creepy? Maybe. But I'm OK with that.
I would really like to corrrrect Farley for sneaking into the cat litter boxes, but instead I think we will install a lockable kitty door on the workroom. That way, when we have cat-allergic folks around, I can still keep the felines locked in when necessary. The rest of the time, they can come and go as they please and Farley will be O-U-T. The trick will be buying a kitty door big enough for Fat Andy but small enough that Farley won't attempt to muscle his way through, thereby requiring emergency surgical removal from the door.
Tracy sweet-talked me into watching this season of "Top Chef", even though I swore that I would boycott it due solely to Padma wearing that Super Dork denim dress in the promos. Tracy turned the tide by first telling me about the narcissist that got hisself kicked off by Tom before he even got to fire up a burner, added another log to the fire by revealing that the vegan chef who hadn't cooked with bacon in over a decade got booted unceremoniously, and sealed the deal by telling me all about the adorable, big black man who turned his life around by making cooking his passion. Check and mate - Tracy wins. I'm all caught up, now, and it's set to season record. (sigh) I still hate Padma and her stupid jean dress, though. Harumph.
Speaking of food, we had a super-duper Friendsgiving this past Sunday with our super-duper co-family! It was the best damned turkey I ever had - hand to God. Eug passed out briefly after dinner, and try though I did, I was unable to sneak my camera out quietly enough to snap a picture. I fear, though, that my hour-long tryptophan-induced coma on Nicole's couch was photographed and will be turning up on Flickr before you can say "Gobble, gobble!" There are far too many pictures of me in some degree of insensibility out there for my liking, people. A couple snaps of our incredible feast:
Do you see the perfectly browned marshmallows atop the sweet potatoes? That's what I'm talkin' about, baby!
Those pesky kids are already getting down to business!
Xanthe knows a good thing - or things - when she sees them!
Is that fine china, you ask? Why, yes - yes it is!
I'm hungry all over again, just looking at this!
Two sweet peas in a pod, they are.
You can bet our newly-minted holiday (courtesy of Nicole's genius) is already an unbreakable tradition in our minds. And for those of you who've yet to partake of The Bird, here's a tip: drop some roughly chopped mirepoix (onions, carrots and celery for you non-foodies out there) into the bottom of the roasting pan underneath the rack upon which your turkey sits. You'll scoop them out before you make your gravy in the roasting pan, but don't throw them away. Put them in a bowl and, when you get a chance, taste them. I'm pretty sure that is on the menu every day in the Hereafter, folks. I hope your holiday preparations are going swimmingly!
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