A few of us have expressed interest in forming a cross/crasstalk book club. While the logistics still need ironing out, the basic idea would be we all read the same title, and then have the option of discussing it online, or possibly with meet-ups in different cities.
Please let me know if you’re interested, or have any ideas.
EDIT – Also. Can you let me know what type of literature you’re into? And if a month to finish a book is a good amount of time.
Because SNFF sounds like an unreliable French railway
After spending the last 6 years of my adult life using the Farberware my parents got for their wedding as my cookware I finally decided to by my own pots and pans. Morale at the Firm has been pretty low this year (we had layoffs last year and it wasn’t handled well) so they decided to throw money at us this Christmas to make us happy again. I decided spending some of that money on beautiful French copper pots & pans would ease the pain.
I was right. Good lord I love this cookware. Mauviel – hand made in France by the same family for 130 years – a brilliant copper sheen glowing in my cupboards.
I would probably have sex with it if that were physically possible.
Stay tuned for a regular cooking post featuring the best my kitchen has to offer!
So, if you trudged through my rant from earlier this week, you know I had a crap day at Disney World. Boo-de-freaking-hoo. I know. Get over it, Ms. A.
But if you hung in with me and indulged my complaining, I wanted to reward you with a little feel good update: Friday was great. Perfect weather, fun day, wishes and dreams fulfilled. Little A’s highlight? Seeing me drenched on Splash Mountain: “Look at her – she is totally wet! She got soaked!” She giggled so hard – while trying to get other riders and park attendants to join in the hilarity – that other people started laughing, too. I guess when you are five, seeing your mother looking nonplussed and dripping wet is the height of comedy. Too bad I couldn’t have fallen into the water while trying to exit the log, too. She would have been in heaven. We had one of those really great days that don’t happen often enough, but are all the more special for their rarity. We left that night under the lights of Main Street, manufactured snow falling from the Florida sky, feeling like it was the happiest place on Earth.