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desperanceSo the first half of this week has pretty much sucked, by and large: to the point where it's not just fired, it is ransacked and slighted and sown with salt to be an eternal heirloom of my everlasting wrath.
Things picked up a bit yesterday afternoon, but even so. Karen is mostly sleeping till things improve; I am trying to improve things. This evening we're going out to see Company (on the big screen, the NY Phil production with Neil Patrick Harris et al); right now I am roasting pork, that we may eat beforehand. The poor piece of pig has been multiply pierced with local garlic and rosemary from the garden; I laid it tenderly on a bed of vegetables (onion and celery and peppers and carrot and omigodIforgotthefennel) and blessed it with olive oil and balsamic vinegar and pepper, and we will see what comes out.
Maybe I'll hold the fennel: split it and roast it with the baby spuds and carrots to go with.
Why yes, it is a roasting hot day, thanks. Nevertheless. A roast she wants, and a roast she's going to get. Comfort foods for the win.
Things picked up a bit yesterday afternoon, but even so. Karen is mostly sleeping till things improve; I am trying to improve things. This evening we're going out to see Company (on the big screen, the NY Phil production with Neil Patrick Harris et al); right now I am roasting pork, that we may eat beforehand. The poor piece of pig has been multiply pierced with local garlic and rosemary from the garden; I laid it tenderly on a bed of vegetables (onion and celery and peppers and carrot and omigodIforgotthefennel) and blessed it with olive oil and balsamic vinegar and pepper, and we will see what comes out.
Maybe I'll hold the fennel: split it and roast it with the baby spuds and carrots to go with.
Why yes, it is a roasting hot day, thanks. Nevertheless. A roast she wants, and a roast she's going to get. Comfort foods for the win.