November 27, 2003
Love Actually Is All Around Us
Today was good. Completely, totally good.
Well, except for the part where my uncle called, and told me that my mom had ruined their family's Thanksgiving, and he and my aunt are going to sue her. But I was happily toasted by that point, and, tonight, I just don't give a fuck. It's all about their inheritance, too. Whatever, you whiny little bastards. Why not just love your mom, who's going to die soon. I guess that's what happens in a family of lawyers.
My brother called, too, and totally made up for the crazy side of my family. He's misguided, for sure, but at least he's sane. Well, as sane as I am.
And not only am I sane, but I'm a-o-k. I had such a blast, spending the whole day in the kitchen. Wouldn't it be cool, I wonder, if I could go somewhere and cook all day, and get paid for it. That would simply be the best.
I am totally watching feel-good movies, too. Mostly, because I feel good. I'd tell you all about it, but then there wouldn't be much point in being socially phobic. Plus, the others would kick me out of the shy kids club.
I think, at this point, it could go without saying that I've been having a little bit of wine with my dinner. And my cooking. And my talking on the phone. Delish. I love the wines at the co-op. They have handy signs with helpful advice. Also, somewhat related, I seem to have lost some weight over the past three months. Good if I'm anorexic; not so good if I'm drunk. I'll try to eat a little more tonight.
Yes. Today is a very good day. If yours didn't go so well, come on over. I have food. I have wine. I have friendly company. And today, just today, I'm willing to share. Because I'm thankful like that.
Posted by Sean at November 27, 2003 09:44 PM
Comments
I think the judges should give you 10.0 for food presentation. (Especially the potatoes. That's potatoes, right? I'm gonna pretend like it is.) My favorite part is how the wine bottle is already half empty.
Posted by: Jen at November 28, 2003 08:32 PM
Yeah, um, it's weird how they sell half full wine bottles, huh? Or, um, I used some to make the apple chutney. Yeah, that's it.
OK, I admit it; I'm one of those drinking chefs. Several years ago, I had to work on a Thanksgiving, and my boss left a bottle and a half of pinot noir to work with. And by work with, he meant become one with and then work. It was a happy Thanksgiving. Except not for the turkeys, because I ate them that year.
(And those are potatoes... if you're talking about the parsley covered white mass in the multi-color rimmed bowl. The other things aren't so potatoey (except the sweet potatoes).
Posted by: Sean at November 28, 2003 08:51 PM
Okay, well then it's an exceptional job on the potatoes. Should I call you Julia Child? When I was younger I remember watching her on television and asking my dad why she put rum in everything. Apparently it was her "birthday" episode.
Posted by: Jen at November 28, 2003 10:04 PM
Yeah, why not; call me Julia. Curiously, I do an impression of Julia and her eating/drinking habit: "Ooohhh, I hope we get try this. Ooohhhh, maybe drink a little of this, too, ooohhhhh. I love to eat. Ooohhhhh."
Posted by: Sean at November 29, 2003 04:05 AM
My thoughts on your supposed Julia impresson: No.
Posted by: Jen at November 29, 2003 06:04 PM
Perhaps it's all in the audio. It helps, too, if you've been drinking a little. But most impressions are better that way, anyhow.
Posted by: Sean at November 29, 2003 06:34 PM