That's nice. The week has come and gone, and I seem generally unscathed. Life is beautiful. Tomorrow will be a fun day of prepping and cooking. I'm not doing it up like years past, when I've been responsible for orchestrating feasts for orphaned Austinites. This year I'm going to someone else's house, and am only responsible for a pie.
Of course, I'm doing more than the pie, but that's all I'm on the hook for. I've already had a great week of cooking, and practicing technique that will be useful for the rest of my life. More on that later. As for tomorrow, I'll be doing some poached pears, an apple pie, bacon toffee, and some homegrown radishes cooked in duck fat. Yum.
I am backed up on some blogs, and will spend some of my three day weekend working those out. Expect your spare time to be cluttered with pedantic rants about beers, Canadian singers, food, confit, and life as perceived by a bearded weirdo. Cheers.