Which made filming the Indian movie a little harder, considering there hadn't been snow in any of the previous shots.
I New Years Eve'd at JB's house. Barely photographed at all.
This is me that night, I stole this picture from Carol.
Found your gloves.
On New Years Day I went to the Noodle Bar.
For cauliflower with golden raisins in brown butter.
Brussels Sprouts with bacon, apple, and bonito--that means fish flakes, and they're all wiggly when they arrive.
The roasted potatoes with poached egg are tossed in kimchi now.
A nice beet, tangerine and buttermilk salad.
All the different tamales
And, oh yeah, the fried chicken. My sixth time! Can you believe it?
I brought friends.
Spencer brought family.
Too pretty too eat. No, actually, too pretty not to eat.
Remnants. I can't believe someone threw out all that skin.
And, say, why don't we finish the evening off with some Apple Cake Balls?
Since being home I cooked a very nice Cannellini and Escarole soup.
And participated in the Sunday afternoon crockpotting of some cowboy stew
And breadmachining of some nice stew bread.
A hearty dinner for a cold, dark month.
Just eatin', nothing much to see here.
And that's the general spirit of January: Hearty meals, cold weather, amigos. And that's what you'll be seeing more of soon.