Well, it's cold. It went from a lovely Autumn day to, "Welcome to Neptune, your table is ready."
My bag was blown off my shoulder last night and went cartwheeling down 6th Avenue, through Herald Square and right in front of Macy's with me scrambling after it like a mad charwoman--giving the security cam quite a free show. Who needs the winos when you have an entertaining lunatic chasing his catering bag...
The temperature has dropped into the 20's with wind chill that only a Tlingit could love.
Christmas Eve dinner being planned. Marinated leg of lamb in Mustard, Olive Oil, Rosemary and shallots, Prime Rib, Goose stuffed with dates injected with foie gras, many vegetables, many starches, Tarte Fraise, Tangerine Flan, Tarte Tatin and SEVERAL cocktails.
We are upping sticks and heading to Woodstock to commune for five days of relaxation. Well... cooking IS how I relax...
Even though there is 8 inches of snow on the ground, I will be able to see how much the wisteria and Japanese Maple that I put in two years ago is doing.
If anyone has any tips on Wisteria, I'm all ears. This crap is growing at the same speed government workers move... And if the Japanese beetles come back next year, I'm becoming a cyber-gardener.
Happy Hannukah this evening!
No comments:
Post a Comment
I think I have enabled this thing to accept any/all comments. Judge away, if you wish. :)