cheezits! and brussels sprouts

This blogging-every-day crap is as troubling as it looks. I've tried to blog by the Talking Heads rule: When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed. Anyway, thank you for reading even when I have nothing to say. Next month, I'll do better.

I'll do better next month because I won't have been in a friendly and snarky non-competition with my Excellent Friend Alison, who signed up for NaBloPoMo, otherwise known as an obligation from hell. I didn't sign up for this insanity, but I do everything that Ali does.

So. Do I have anything to say today? Lemme think...

We had tentative dinner plans with a couple who are moving to the San Diego area next month. It was to be last night or tonight. By noon today (when I awoke, ahem) I still hadn't heard, so I figured they were up to their eyeballs in packing and working on the house. Jeannie called just a while ago to cancel, saying she was sick. I said, "No worries. When I hadn't heard from you I figured the plans were off." She was shocked. Evidently she'd sent an email saying Tuesday would work best. I never got it. Checked all the folders in Eudora. Nuttin'.

That would have been interesting when they showed up tonight, huh. I couldn't have slapped just anything together. She's vegetarian, and he's vegan.

I cooked a ribeye roast last night for the first time. All the recipes I found were for boneless, and this one wasn't. Yes, I used the thermopen. Yes, it came out of the oven at the proper temperature for medium rare. And holy hell, it was practically mooing. And ever so tasty....

And with that began my yearly wintertime Brussels sprouts orgy. Oh. My. God. They are just so freakin' good. I try to limit myself to two or three nights a week. So what? It's not like they're bad for me.

Still don't know what we're going to have to T-day dinner. Except that we're not having a turkey, and I'm feeling lazy. Should be interesting. I'll keep you posted.