Today is my niece's birthday observed. Her real birthday was Thursday, the same as Ada Lovelace. She loves buses and trucks and earth-moving machinery, so her present from me and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel is a sturdy oversized board book of Virginia Lee Burton's Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel (1939). She is two years old.
Last night was my family's annual Hanukkah party, complete with experimental frying. This year's discovery: deep-fried pickled fiddleheads are delicious.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
skygiants and genarti brought a jar of the ferns, my brother provided the batter and the oil, the results were pronounced something like fried clams from a photosynthetic planet and vanished rapidly. A friend of my mother's brought a half dozen donuts from Union Square Donuts and we meta-fried one of the plain kind at schreibergasse's suggestion. I think just over twenty people showed up. It was hectic, but I got my one traditional latke and caught some nice conversations in between making sure everyone had silverware and something to drink. Matthew gave me a box of Magic cards from a recent expansion based on Greek myths. I am absolutely delighted that I now own cards with names like "Sea God's Revenge," "Curse of the Swine," and "Ill-Tempered Cyclops." If there is an Odysseus analogue, I will have to find a copy. Ditto Sirens. [edit] "Shipwreck Singer." Excellent.
I feel like I've done nothing but run around for the last two or three days doing holiday-preparation things, but I saw Spotlight (2015) with Rob on Wednesday and made dinner withsairaali and ratatosk on Thursday night and that was pretty cool. Cornel Wilde's Storm Fear (1955) is a fascinatingly rough not-noir that I would like the sleep reserves to talk about sometime.
Courtesy ofyhlee: a Roman nereid riding a sea-bull. If I had thousands of dollars to spend on jewelry, that is the sort of thing I would own.
derspatchel is a sturdy oversized board book of Virginia Lee Burton's Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel (1939). She is two years old.Last night was my family's annual Hanukkah party, complete with experimental frying. This year's discovery: deep-fried pickled fiddleheads are delicious.
skygiants and genarti brought a jar of the ferns, my brother provided the batter and the oil, the results were pronounced something like fried clams from a photosynthetic planet and vanished rapidly. A friend of my mother's brought a half dozen donuts from Union Square Donuts and we meta-fried one of the plain kind at schreibergasse's suggestion. I think just over twenty people showed up. It was hectic, but I got my one traditional latke and caught some nice conversations in between making sure everyone had silverware and something to drink. Matthew gave me a box of Magic cards from a recent expansion based on Greek myths. I am absolutely delighted that I now own cards with names like "Sea God's Revenge," "Curse of the Swine," and "Ill-Tempered Cyclops." If there is an Odysseus analogue, I will have to find a copy. Ditto Sirens. [edit] "Shipwreck Singer." Excellent.I feel like I've done nothing but run around for the last two or three days doing holiday-preparation things, but I saw Spotlight (2015) with Rob on Wednesday and made dinner with
sairaali and ratatosk on Thursday night and that was pretty cool. Cornel Wilde's Storm Fear (1955) is a fascinatingly rough not-noir that I would like the sleep reserves to talk about sometime.Courtesy of
yhlee: a Roman nereid riding a sea-bull. If I had thousands of dollars to spend on jewelry, that is the sort of thing I would own.
