Last night, on my calendar, was the last night of calm before ZOMGWTFBBQPantheacon
and I opted to postphone rehearsing our parts for the Odin Ritual we (and hilarypoet
, and more!) are doing Sunday morning in favor of reading to one another, aloud, from The Curse of Chalion
which, while a fantasy novel, is one of our favorite books to recommend to the chronically god-bothered.
We stand by our decision. *grin*
In the meantime, this is why I probably won't have seen whatever deathless prose you approach me with for the next nine days:
Today, I start pre-cooking for Wednesday--with the complication that, as seasword
's flight has been thrice-cancelled, auntiematter
will not be here to cook or attend. In her honor, I'm-a cooking red cabbage, although I am coin-flip ambivalent about whether it ought to be Danish style as seen at California kitschy cult classic restaurant Pea Soup Andersen's
(special star ingredient: pomegranate jelly*
!) or German style (special star ingredients: apple and bacon!). Also, I have this pork shoulder and this bottle of dr_beowulf
's Vidalia Onion Mead (one of only two still known to exist) and they're a-gonna get funky overnight, oh yes.
Tonight is trance class, although with P-con prep reaching a fever pitch, we're not sure how many will actually show up.
Tomorrow-day, I will start a batch of barley in dpaxson
's slow cooker, then pick Elisheva
up from the airport (YAY!).
Tomorrow-night, Hrafnar's Disablót.
Thursday: not only
Elisheva, but also erynn999
, as countgeiger
does The Sensible Thing and goes to the Con a day early to set up as part of His Staffly Duties. The rehearsal dpaxson
and I put off to read to each other will probably happen here instead.
Friday through Monday: PANTHEACON!
Tuesday: The sun will rise. The hobbits will rise somewhat later. A car will leave the Bay Area for an Overnight Jaunt to an Undisclosed Location.
Wednesday: That same car will return.
Thursday: The visitors leave. dpaxson
fall down, go boom.
Friday: If I had
a job, I would be calling in dead.
Sunday: Funeral for a friend.
And that's the lot--holy cats! I have to go to the store
-- Lorrie (zoooooom!)*
- We had this at the restaurant and quite liked it--it was the last straw that finally talked me into buying their cookbook, which isn't just "food from the restaurant", but also contributions from the Solvang/Buellton community, so there's not only
contributions from all over Scandinavia and Contintental Europe, but also
Mexican--and a frybread. It wanted but for a couple Chumash recipes to be a proper Santa Ynez Valley(Danehold
) culinary trifecta. However, the waitress at the restaurant sheepishly admitted that the pomegranate jelly (which woulda been local not long ago) had been replaced, at the restaurant, by grape
. Concord, from the taste. Rest assured, it won't have that on my