From Birr to Bareilly, from Leeds to Lahore

Some things make a post. The rest is me remembering to take out the trash tonight.

1. I wrote out the coconut chipotle sweet potato recipe for strange_selkie right before I fell over on Thanksgiving night; I am copying it here for posterity, but fair warning: I really mean right before I fell over. If this recipe makes no sense to the conscious, someone should let me know.

( Plates of stuff with parsley on top. )

This makes the fourth or fifth Thanksgiving recipe now that's come out vegan even when that wasn't one of my starting criteria. I find this sort of thing useful to know. But mostly delicious.

2. Last night derspatchel and I went to see a double feature of Paul Newman at the Brattle Theatre: The Sting (1973) and Slap Shot (1977). We had planned on a similar brace of W.C. Fields this afternoon, but for reasons including the stupid weekend replacement bus schedule, The Bank Dick (1940) and Never Give a Sucker an Even Break (1941) did not work out and we determined to settle for Hitchcock (2012) at the Kendall Square Cinema with dinner at the Friendly Toast first. There were no problems with the latter part of this plan. By now, I almost invariably order a damned good grilled cheese with roast beef (I do not order grilled cheese anywhere I can make a better one at home, but since I do not regularly have on hand either cayenne-and-cheddar bread, olive-and-garlic tapenade, or strawberry habanero sauce, the Toast is an exception) with sweet potato fries on the side and a Vertigo for dessert, since it is essentially a chocolate milkshake with pomegranate molasses and rum. It was when we got to the Kendall with our teeth chattering from the freezing raw cold and saw the small apologetic sign on their door warning us that there was a problem with the heat in both theaters showing Lincoln and Hitchcock that we decided perhaps today was not a day for the movies after all. These things happen. I have hours of work to catch up on. We did get more than the usual number of films last night.

3. Abbie the Cat has updated his blog.

Tristen is back in Pennsylvania with his family, but I took him to the Harvard Museum of Comparative Zoology on Saturday and we have agreed that if he hasn't seen Singin' in the Rain (1952) by the next time he's in Boston, it is my duty as a human being to show it to him. I admit I'm kind of impatient.