Well, type away, Rambi! It is very important to stay warm, after all.
I have now polished off the entire bottle of Sicilian dry marsala, so I won't be doing any cooking with it. This is for the best, because I am a bit tired of cooking, anyway. I must have chopped thousands of carrots and onions and bell peppers in my lifetime, and now I think I would like to eat out for a couple of weeks and just enjoy the Christmas lights and the decorated boats that go up and down the river. It might snow tonight. Thank goodness I still have blackberry brandy and gold rum left.
Poor Mr. Grainne. I am making him an "African party dish" (as the cookbook describes) it for dinner called Jollof. It has rice, thyme, curry powder, onions, green pepper, ginger, tomatoes, spinach and black-eyed peas. This sounded like a very good idea several hours ago at the store, but now I am not so sure. I had better start him on the rum right now, so he doesn't really care . . .
This post obviously has no meaning either. Just felt like not stirring the stew. |
