Two minor relevations

[muckefuck]

Last night, monshu made me dinner for the first time since I left for STL: standing rib roast (his Christmas Day tradition--Safeminicks always has a sale on it for some reason), roast baby potatoes, and green beans. For dessert, however, there was something completely new: poached pears in ersatz mascarpone drizzled with balsamic vinegar. It was something he'd been wanting to try for weeks but hadn't yet splurged on the $25+ aged balsamic you need to make it work. Now we can't wait to try the recipe using reconstituted mission figs.

Afterwards, I played him the "Twelve Days" video that I posted in my LJ. "It loses something if you don't know the song they're parodying at the end," I told him. "Fuck it, what's YouTube for?" And I played Toto's "Africa" for him. "Oh, I know this," he said after the first few notes. WTH? I always treat the 80s as a complete black hole in his musical memory. Of all the cheese pop tunes to remember, why this one? (Note to self: Wow, Bobby Kimball was hot in that video. Wow, he looks like highway reconstruction today.)

We also exchanged gifts, but it would be crass to dwell on what we gave and got. All I'll say is: Expect more entries in Welsh real soon!

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[bwillsouth.livejournal.com]

"Look like highway construction"--I would've thought that'd be a good thing for you given the number of big, sweaty, hairy men involved.