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The first of several
Jan. 7th, 2019 07:44 amTwelfth Night was fairly good for us overall. I have a few different things to mull over and will gradually put them up separately. This is the high-level review.
Traffic was about as good as you could expect for leaving SF on a Friday afternoon. It only took us 3.25 hours, which is not great in general (2 hours with no traffic) but it's usually been much worse. Added to that, the wife finished her dress Friday morning so there was no panic sewing scheduled - we had a relaxing evening. I got paperwork signed, dealt with a few other required interactions, and then we went out for a mediocre strip-mall Mongolian barbecue. It wasn't any worse than expected; more that for whatever reason, we can't get Mongolian barbecue in the city.
I didn't sleep well Friday. Partly brain refusing to turn off, mostly stupid trick sinuses that don't believe I can read a weather forecast and insist on clamping my head in a vise when there's a storm a-comin'. My mini-migraine drug of choice had fallen out of my bag at home, so I just suffered through it during the day. It helped that unlike the last two Twelfth Nights, I was not running around like a mad thing trying to get signatures and meetings and things.
I had made a new recipe (will be in the Resolution queue in a few weeks) for lunch chow. It's a liver pate en croute. When I removed it from the terrine dish, it smelled unpleasantly liver-y. Now, both of us like liver. But this wasn't smelling appetizing so I was worried. Turns out it was very mild, almost too much so. It benefited from horseradish and Scappi mustard.
I even had enough ert and free time to enter the cooking competition! I had made a 16th c. quince jelly, which I presented in a wooden box on a pewter trencher, with a reproduction 16th c. spoon. I had the best presentation. I didn't win, but with six people and about eight entries, they were all fairly close and I had no problems with the eventual decision. I learned things as we discussed the recipes, so it was a really good competition.
As things were winding down the wife and I decided we were social'd out, so we changed into mundane clothes and went out for what turned out to be remarkably good Thai food. I also picked up my over-the-counter headache drugs and was able to finally nuke the head-vise from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
The drive home was a bit treacherous; rain and high winds. But we made it and spent Sunday afternoon consoling the needy cat.
Traffic was about as good as you could expect for leaving SF on a Friday afternoon. It only took us 3.25 hours, which is not great in general (2 hours with no traffic) but it's usually been much worse. Added to that, the wife finished her dress Friday morning so there was no panic sewing scheduled - we had a relaxing evening. I got paperwork signed, dealt with a few other required interactions, and then we went out for a mediocre strip-mall Mongolian barbecue. It wasn't any worse than expected; more that for whatever reason, we can't get Mongolian barbecue in the city.
I didn't sleep well Friday. Partly brain refusing to turn off, mostly stupid trick sinuses that don't believe I can read a weather forecast and insist on clamping my head in a vise when there's a storm a-comin'. My mini-migraine drug of choice had fallen out of my bag at home, so I just suffered through it during the day. It helped that unlike the last two Twelfth Nights, I was not running around like a mad thing trying to get signatures and meetings and things.
I had made a new recipe (will be in the Resolution queue in a few weeks) for lunch chow. It's a liver pate en croute. When I removed it from the terrine dish, it smelled unpleasantly liver-y. Now, both of us like liver. But this wasn't smelling appetizing so I was worried. Turns out it was very mild, almost too much so. It benefited from horseradish and Scappi mustard.
I even had enough ert and free time to enter the cooking competition! I had made a 16th c. quince jelly, which I presented in a wooden box on a pewter trencher, with a reproduction 16th c. spoon. I had the best presentation. I didn't win, but with six people and about eight entries, they were all fairly close and I had no problems with the eventual decision. I learned things as we discussed the recipes, so it was a really good competition.
As things were winding down the wife and I decided we were social'd out, so we changed into mundane clothes and went out for what turned out to be remarkably good Thai food. I also picked up my over-the-counter headache drugs and was able to finally nuke the head-vise from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
The drive home was a bit treacherous; rain and high winds. But we made it and spent Sunday afternoon consoling the needy cat.
