Sunday, November 25, 2007
At the dinner party last night (which turned out to be for American Thanksgiving, aka, an excuse for Canadians to throw a second Thanksgiving dinner), my housemates served a turduckin.
If you think the name is strange, wait until you hear what it actually is: a chicken, stuffed inside of a duck, stuffed inside of a turkey. I was half grossed out and half intrigued. Why not wrap the whole thing in bacon and serve it on a steak? Go big or go home, people. Apparently it was quite good.
I was the only veggie there, and I served baked tofu. Now, I'm not just saying this because I like tofu and because I think I'm a good cook, but it was AMAZING tofu. Lucky for me, nobody wanted to try it (you know the 'eeew, tofu' thing people do) so I got to eat most of it myself, and I got to keep the leftovers. This made me eerily happy. My Better Half served his huge apple pie and apple crumble, which were both a big hit.
We have spent most of this morning trying to fish my longest, most dangly metal earring out of our bathroom drain. What a pain. I don't think it's coming out, so I'm debating leaving it in there so it can turn into a real mess. Does anyone have a pipe wrench I can borrow?
And, just because this seems to be the sort of post where I jump from topic to topic, I have bitten the bullet and made an appointment with a hair stylist. I usually do a lot of my own cutting, and I've always done my own bleaching (I've had the same blond skunk stripe since I was in grade seven, no exaggeration). I'm tied of doing it myself though. I'm going to let someone else take the reins and see if it makes a difference.
Happy Sunday, and happy belated Thanksgiving to all of you celebrating.
Right now I am thankful for good strong magnets, and my cup of tea.