I can’t even lie and say “it’s that time of year.” Because frankly, I’m always trying to cook with what’s in my house, it doesn’t matter if it’s the end of the year, end of the month or end to Bernie Sanders reading sob letters all day. Bernie Sanders for president!
This Sunday’s lunch kicked-off the eat-what’s-here trend. It’s called crackly bacon. And my house smelled of the cured meat all day. First off, I let the bacon sizzle in the oven: 10 minutes at 425 on a wire rack over a baking pan.
And then I started to reorganize my long-sleeve shirt drawer, deciding on what to fold and return to the drawer and what to give away, while watching the episode where the girls attend Steve and Aidan’s bar opening; and Bunny shops with Trey and Char for a new bed; and Samantha is a lesbian. Wow I miss Sex and the City. Honestly, though, Carrie should have never gotten back with Aidan. And Carrie should have never married Big at the end of SATC 1. Carrie makes awful choices. It might be why I haven’t seen SATC 2 yet. But please don’t tell me what happens. I will see it as soon as it’s out on DVD.
But before I could decide whether or not to donate that black and white graphic adventure shirt from Barcelona, it was time to cook again. I decided this was the year. 80 and I would finally party with our neighbors – we attended our building’s holiday party.
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