1040, over and out

I bit the bullet yesterday and went to see the tax accountant. He's a nice guy, honest (as far as I know), relatively cheap and quite efficient. It's not his fault I hate dealing with him.

It took about 1.5 hours, partly because I had some questions regarding stock options, mostly because of weirdnesses related to the father-in-law's estate and related fu. Fortunately, it sounds like that side of it will be fairly straightforward.

And we should be getting a decent refund! Whee. Beats the alternative, though.

What I'm reading: Kevin Anderson, A Forest of Stars

In Which I Prepare Another Resolution Recipe By The Estimable Mr. Bourdain.

Another thing I like about this cookbook: it's intelligently put together. By that, I mean that the pages are thick, about twice as thick as your standard hardcover. The paper dust cover has a plastic backing. Think these things aren't important? Just lay the book down on a wet counter, as I accidentally did yesterday. The cover will buckle a bit but won't mush up because the plastic lining protects it. This is not a pretty little display-on-the-coffee-table cookbook; it's designed to be used and abused.

Okay, enough Bourdain mashing. On to the recipe!
Palette de porc a la biere
( That's Pork Shoulder Stewed In Beer. )