and again!

Ran the dishwasher twice. Some handwash stuff remains. Tidied up the living room -- some random stuff is bunking in one or the other of the bedrooms for now, and there's also a fair whack of recycling to go out in the morning. All the cooking tomorrow! Must remember to put the eggs on and chop the apples while they're boiling -- multitasking, you know.

I am also knitting the cabled sock I've been working on for the third (!) time. First time I got all the way to the heel (toe-up) and it was too big; switched down to smaller needles, got about two-thirds of the way through the foot and realized I'd buggered the first of two sets of cables I'd done. Wasn't willing to live with it, so I ripped it back and have now redone the first set; I'm counting more carefully this time, so one assumes I won't make the same mistake again.

Just having a cup of tea (and, all right, I've got the Pride & Prejudice DVD on, so sue me -- aside from everything everyone always says about it, I really kind of love Crispin Bonham-Carter as Bingley, and I quite like Susannah Harker as Jane [g]) before I go to bed.

(ahem)

I understand from the Facebooks that at the World Championships of curling, Scotland have now defeated Canada two days running -- Thursday in the round robin, and then Friday in the 1-2 page playoff. This means Canada drops to the semifinal, and on the one hand I'd assume they'd win it -- but on the other hand I'd have assumed they'd at least split the Scotland decision rather than going 0-2 in two days -- but anyway, assuming they win the semifinal, the gold medal game will be a chance for Scotland to sweep. And because I'm not working that event at all, much less in any official capacity, I have no hesitation in saying:

SCOOOOOOOTLAAAAAND!

i, erm.

I may have misjudged.

It's possible I'll be eating haroset until the end of time.

lessons from fox's kitchen

So it turns out? That if you take a hot skillet that you've just seared a brisket in, and you put dish soap in it by itself without any water? that the soap burns and makes a really nasty smoke. (Ask me ~wheeze~ how I know.)

Opened the windows, put the fan on, most crucially threw some water in the pan, did not die. But yoiks.

la la la

Table is (here - thanks, chromodynamics! - and) set. This is officially the most people I can possibly seat in this apartment. Brisket is in the oven. I've had most of a bottle of wine over the course of the day, so right now I'm drinking coffee. Haggadot are printed. There's haroset in the salad bowl, but there's matzo balls in the haroset bowl, so it'll have to wait until I put the soup on before I do a little switcheroo.

I sort of wish I had pocket doors or something so I could close off the kitchen. Is that weirdly domestic of me?

LOTS OF WINE

ONE seder - with me + eight seven goyim

LOTS of wine (admittedly I was drinking white wine all day before we broke out the red at dinner)

AND NOW - have had lots of wine and we are all enjoying ellen_fremedon's Scorsese imitation (and other discourse! here in the living room!). LA.

Good Pesach, everyone. We're out of brisket and out of macaroons, but there's plenty of haroset and plenty of wine. Who wants some?