Jan. 3rd, 2012

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1. When my dad got sick, I pretty much quit paying attention to eating well and you can imagine the consequent effect on my weight and my health (not to mention my credit card balance; ice cream and other junk foods are expensive, yo). It's not a New Year's resolution, because I don't do those, but this morning now that all the traveling and other nonsense are done (next official Big Holiday meal, unless I'm forgetting one: seder, which won't be for months, so I should be able to get in a good groove before then), I'm back on the wagon.

2. Speaking of seder, GC and I were talking about it last night (he has never had a brisket he didn't find stringy, while I've never had one - prepared by my mother or myself - that wasn't fork-tender, so either his standards are several kinds of wiggy or someone is cooking it wrong; he believes, and tells me a butcher advised his mother, that there can also be different cuts of beef called "brisket" and she may be using a tougher one, but I am skeptical about this), and you should have seen the moment when his face lit up and he said "Oh! If you come to my mom's seder, I won't be the youngest child!"

3. I have a lot of tabs open showing me yarn I want to buy. I don't actually need any more yarn. At least with the Fluevog sale thing the boots I want are apparently nonexistent in my size. The yarn is exactly my size. Halp.

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