Thanksgiving

Apparently we survived it once again. Even with a broken oven. It decided to sop working while I was baking a cheesecake. Of course four of my dishes had to pass through the oven, including the beef tenderloin (I don't do turkey because I hate birds, dead cooked or alive) I intended to roast, that ended up being cut in filet mignons, and pan fried. I even made up a cognac and shallot gravy. But I was kind of mad for a while. Otherwise everything went well, yummy food I took six hours to prepare and that we ate in about fifteen minutes, but that's always the case. And I have plenty of leftovers, which is may favourite part. I may post my gnocci recipe here later. But I have to translate it from Spanish first, and that sounds like too much work after all the wine I drank yesterday. Which wasn't objectively a lot, some years ago it would have been a joke for me, a drinking appetizer. But given my recent lifestyle, a couple of glasses definitely get me on the mood. It's a pity that husband has to work the hole weekend... Hopefully we'll be able to go see the Zoo Lights tonight. I'm going to be very upset if we don't. Very, very upset. I am also salivating while I think about a big RJ Grunts Gruntburger. Mmmmmmhhhh...