Hello, 2009!

First off, thank you everyone that emailed or called re: my last post. You guys are the best :) After writing it, I sort of instantly started to feel better. Writing things down can do that for you sometimes.

Aaaanyway, we had a very nice, quiet new year's eve together. It was sooo cold in New York last night that we were laughing to ourselves about all the suckers in Times Square. There were some people that had been standing there since 11AM, and it never left the twenties all day! Fools, utter fools, I tell you! Why would you choose to stand out in the elements when you can eat too much and drink a fine demi sec in the comfort of your own cozy apartment? The TrueBlood marathon on our newly acquired HBO was really just the buttercream frosting on this indulgent cake of an evening.

Dinner was a very traditional Clint-and-Sara meal of Morningstar Farms "chicken" nuggets (these things are the best ever, let me tell you), and some delectable rosemary garlic sweet potato fries. The recipe for the fries came from the Pinch My Salt blog, a recent discovery via the Serious Eats blog, which I can never thank Fidget Knits enough for cluing me in to.


Here's a nice food-porny picture, although not pictured is the bowl of bleu cheese dressing we were using to dunk the fries in. It sounds weird, but it was so. effing. good.

I accidentally partially froze the bubbly, which I didn't realize was actually possible, but it turned out to be pretty tasty. In addition to being icy cold, it had a sort of "wino's delight" alcoholic slurpee quality that was surprisingly pleasing. You heard it here, first!




So, my new year's eve was great, and now I'm trying to figure out how to spend the rest of my new year's day. Clint has already left for the ever charming Port Authority bus terminal, and the way I see it, I have two options: I can be "productive" and do some cleaning up around the house, fold my laundry, wash dishes, etc. Or, I can knit and watch the all day Monk marathon on USA. I need to make some serious progress on my Giotto, so I may opt for option B for a while, until I get disgusted with myself for being such a lazybones. Also, leftover lentil soup for dinner, or mediocre Chinese? (I'm on-call all weekend, starting last night, so I can't stray too far from the nest). I think I'll have another latte and just mull it all over.