dynamic elf

Today was surprise cheesemas. This morning, veek greeted me with a phenomenal aged gouda. As if that wasn't enough, when I got home, on my back steps there was a paper bag from ukelele with four different cheeses (including a stinky blue), quince paste, and pumpkin spice soy nog. (Soy nog, before you go slandering it, turns out to be a marvelous storebought replacement for egg nog when you can't eat eggs.)

Tomorrow I'm digging a big hole and I hope I'm sore for days. Tonight, though, I'm stuffing myself with tasty cheeses and playing video games and reading books and taking a long hot shower, after which I will use as many oils and unguents as I like.

I do believe that was the most awesome food weekend I've had in a really really long time. The mahon cheese ice cream, served on a lemon custard tart with gingersnap crust wins, though.

Why don't they make stars-and-moons bacon bits?

I have the taste of the fish that fennel and I made tonight running through my head like a song.

I love good food, but I'm also lazy. I don't cook nearly as often as I should. Someone else's post on this topic got me to wondering: who actually *does*?

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I'm not talking about superfancy meals here. I would personally count anything more complicated than, say, a sandwich or a can of soup or a microwave Annie's thingy or whatever your comfort food is. Also note that cooking a big batch of something and then reheating it for the next few nights totally counts, at least to me.

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Edit: see, secret and furtive fruitcake-lovers? You are not alone! Munch proudly!

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One perfect ripe pear.

It's really all about dairy.

There are a lot of valuable, meaty things I could be posting about -- there's plenty of fascinating and depressing political things to mull over, and plenty of baby stories to tell -- but (a) I'm not going to say anything you've never heard before, and (b) I don't really have the time to write it all down anyway. Instead, I'm going to tell you:

Oh holy shit, goat milk yogurt.

I picked some up from a stand at the Common Ground Fair when the 4+2 of us trundled up to Maine as a household, and I just got around to eating it tonight.

Seriously, it's the promised yogurt. I love Liberté's Mediteranée, which you can now get in largish plain containers, and I love Fage Total, but this stuff is the yogurt I've always dreamed about. I hope they sell something like it somewhere around here.

I was talking with water_childe the other day, while N was crawling around the room. When she said "ɣaɣaɣaɣaɣa!" we both turned our heads:

"Well, THAT'S a new noise."

"Yup!"

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This morning, she fed me cereal. I was holding her on my hip and eating cheerios out of my other hand (that's just the sexy kind of life I lead) when she reached out, picked a cheerio up out of my stash, and then aimed it at my mouth. When I ate it and said "thank you!", she beamed.

Next, we teach her to peel grapes.

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