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muckefuckIt wouldn't be a proper visit with my family if it didn't involve at least one madcap trip to a store involving (a) erroneous directions; (b) awful weather; (c) a pressing deadline; or (d) all three. In this case, the driver was my mother (who didn't bother to write down the address and--despite having lived here almost here entire life--didn't realise Broadway is one-way through downtown), the weather was rain, and the deadline was a five o'clock closing time for the chef supply store hidden among the warehouses of the Near North Riverfront. Almost by chance, we stumbled upon the converted tractor warehouse now stuffed with wholesale restaurant equipment. Cooking Christmas dinner should be a noticeably less stressful assignment than in previous years.
Unfortunately, I had none of the new equipment while manning the stove tonight. Still, it would've turned out okay had I not been sabotaged by stick margarine (which exists why exactly?) disguised as unsalted butter. So it was one ugly frittata, but it tasted okay, and whatever emptiness left in anyone's bellies after sharing it out with my older brother (who's perfected the knack of being around Sis' place right around dinnertime) was plugged by baklava and Christmas cookies from the large and still growing store tucked behind the stove.
Afterwards we cleared the table for games, but what with trying to get the kids clean as well as put to bed, it was a while before we got started. Still, we had time for two rounds of Survive. I won the first handily, which--as usual--resulted in a target painted on my backside, so I got totally waxed in Round 2. We also had a game of Troyes on Saturday, one of those accounting-heavy German boardgames which appealed to me mostly on account of the ornate board and mediaeval theme.
Unfortunately, I had none of the new equipment while manning the stove tonight. Still, it would've turned out okay had I not been sabotaged by stick margarine (which exists why exactly?) disguised as unsalted butter. So it was one ugly frittata, but it tasted okay, and whatever emptiness left in anyone's bellies after sharing it out with my older brother (who's perfected the knack of being around Sis' place right around dinnertime) was plugged by baklava and Christmas cookies from the large and still growing store tucked behind the stove.
Afterwards we cleared the table for games, but what with trying to get the kids clean as well as put to bed, it was a while before we got started. Still, we had time for two rounds of Survive. I won the first handily, which--as usual--resulted in a target painted on my backside, so I got totally waxed in Round 2. We also had a game of Troyes on Saturday, one of those accounting-heavy German boardgames which appealed to me mostly on account of the ornate board and mediaeval theme.