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Nesting
Yesterday morning Chicago got an inch or so of snow. If we are lucky, it was just enough to slap some of the really stupid people in the face. Unlikely though. Then it started up again a few hours ago. We are right on the rain-snow line. It is nice to not have any particular reason to go out in this mess. I have cottage-cheese bread cooling on the stove and pound cake in the oven. I have all the makings for beef stew tomorrow. I have a stack of Library books and a couple of PaperbackSwap titles and a fuzzy blankie.
I finally pulled the last of the deck boxes in to clear/dump. Once the snow comes, I kind of have to admit that it's not summer anymore. I'm letting Pepper nibble off the last of the green first, though.
I met my California brother for dinner last night before he headed to Milkwaukee for an exciting week of work. Yay. He hasn't seen snow aside from a ski trip in years, and he's going to be in a foot and 20s. I laugh at this.
We went to Boka - he picked it out because he saw it mentioned on a Food Network show where a guy said "It's not the holidays until I have _bigoli at Boka". Bigoli is some kind of super-pasta made with duck eggs and pressed out using a special press built into a bench. He asked about it and two guys actually brought up the bench to show us! I guess one kind of geek is much like another in the end.
Also, apparently people who make this sort of pasta are called "bigolarists", which sounds like it should be illegal or something...
I had a lovely broccoli soup with little cheese-wonton things. I was a little confused when I got a big empty bowl with 2 wontons in it, until a guy came over with a little cream pitcher and poured the actual soup in, while explaining it. Clearly I am out of my depth here - they even fold your napkin for you when you get up to pee! My entree was a nice herb cristed whitefish over wild rice with brussel sprout leaves and winter squash goo - it sounded tasty and not too challenging for my mac-and-cheese trained palate. I asked him to pick me a wine to go with it and had a nice chardonnay. Handed off the holiday yummies and sent him on his way.
Then came home and ate some frosting out of the can - just because. pbbbth
I finally pulled the last of the deck boxes in to clear/dump. Once the snow comes, I kind of have to admit that it's not summer anymore. I'm letting Pepper nibble off the last of the green first, though.
I met my California brother for dinner last night before he headed to Milkwaukee for an exciting week of work. Yay. He hasn't seen snow aside from a ski trip in years, and he's going to be in a foot and 20s. I laugh at this.
We went to Boka - he picked it out because he saw it mentioned on a Food Network show where a guy said "It's not the holidays until I have _bigoli at Boka". Bigoli is some kind of super-pasta made with duck eggs and pressed out using a special press built into a bench. He asked about it and two guys actually brought up the bench to show us! I guess one kind of geek is much like another in the end.
Also, apparently people who make this sort of pasta are called "bigolarists", which sounds like it should be illegal or something...
I had a lovely broccoli soup with little cheese-wonton things. I was a little confused when I got a big empty bowl with 2 wontons in it, until a guy came over with a little cream pitcher and poured the actual soup in, while explaining it. Clearly I am out of my depth here - they even fold your napkin for you when you get up to pee! My entree was a nice herb cristed whitefish over wild rice with brussel sprout leaves and winter squash goo - it sounded tasty and not too challenging for my mac-and-cheese trained palate. I asked him to pick me a wine to go with it and had a nice chardonnay. Handed off the holiday yummies and sent him on his way.
Then came home and ate some frosting out of the can - just because. pbbbth