This journey isn't over

[sovay]

I am thankful that I have two parents who know how—and encouraged me—to cook, and friends who I want to cook for.

Last night, my father and I saw Glen Hansard, Markéta Irglová, and various members of the Frames at the Orpheum Theatre. Colm Mac Con Iomaire is a violinist from the otherworld. I suppose it's appropriate to the subject matter that I am now obsessed with "Fitzcarraldo." But I can't imagine living without music: can you be thankful for air to breathe?

I didn't get my fire, but the air smells like snow. To bed.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

It was pretty good, thanks.

T-day was fairly traditional--turkey, cranberry-pecan dressing, brussels sprouts sautéed in walnut oil, and sweet potatoes in coconut cream--but I got from the NY Times food section a new way to carve the turkey (taking the bird apart in the kitchen and slicing the breast and thigh across the grain) which, I think, really improved matters.

Today I spent far too much time reading a not-very-good SF novel about a Swedish archaeological expedition to an Ireland completely blanketed in radioactive ash due to a nuclear plant disaster in Co. Armagh. That and hacking my way through Darko Suvin's Metamorphoses of Science Fiction.

I hope it's been a good Leftover Turkey Day for you.