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.
Further neighborhood snow investigations
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.











































That snow has probably already made for some black puddles that LOOK like concrete...but its not. Its a puddle you step in up to your ankles.
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