Keeping It Short, Keeping It Real

Today marked the penultimate day of Cake Decorating...and it was by far the most stressful of the last three weeks...and I mean, to quote the youth, I was a hater.

But, that time is done and gone. Here's what happening right now:

A glass (which may turn into a bottle) of a Riesling I have not had in quite some time (read about that here), and a episode (or more) of AMC's The Walking Dead.

Let me clarify...quickly because TechMeat's got the Netflix cued. School friends of mine went on and on about this TV show, so I got nuts one night and watched the first episode (with Brent, natch)...and now, we're kinda interested. We're on episode 4 of Season One, so yeah, a long ways to go to catchup.

Honestly, the last time we had this much interest in a TV show was Spin City and Dharma and Greg in the early 2000s. For real. We don't do a lot of TV around here. Movies, yes. TV, no.

I'm going now. To recover my strength and gear up for the final day of CD...stay tuned for pictures of our final project.

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From Government Regulations to Chicken

So, I really wanted tonight's post to be whippy and biting and highly intelligent...and I've even got the perfect topic - government wine regulations: Europe vs. the US (subtitle: European Governments Seem to Trust Their Citizens A Whole Lot More The US, Otherwise Why Don't French, et al., Wine Labels Have the Surgeon General's "Pregnant Women Should Not Drink This/This Beverage Impairs Your Brain" Warning). But, I realized that to begin a post like that, I should probably know the answer to the question, yes? Why do American wine labels include the warning, when, I don't know, isn't just common sense? A quick search of this very query lands me at Wikipedia, which is good enough for a rude overview, but nothing that indicates why it's a law in the first place. Hence, more reading is required. I hope to get to it soon. It's almost August, two-thirds of this year is nearly gone, and sometimes I feel as I am moving very, very quickly along...

Time to Refocus

Okay. I know I've got a Cratchit Christmas Dinner to recap and illustrate for you here, and I have every intention of doing so. But, first...something that's on my mind: food. You're shocked, yes? I happen to be on a short hiatus from school and work, and I admit, I have the tiniest desire to be working or studying right now. I mean, someone to crack the whip at my back. It is all so easy to fall into a lifestyle of sloth during this holiday season. I spent last weekend at my in-laws house. They live in the country + painful below-zero temps = no exercise. There's a fair amount of sitting on the couch, watching hunting shows or basketball games. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen, preparing the evening meals (and by golly, I was glad to do it). Also, my husband's mom firmly believes in three hearty, plentiful meals a day...hard to get my crowd excited about stuffed pork loin when they've just gorged on ham balls and cheesy potatoes. ...

For You!

I'm torn. It's 8:40 p.m. here. I know that I have roughly one hour of wakefulness left before I collapse onto my pillow for the night. My new term of classes start tomorrow. My backpack is ready to go. So is my leftover-lunch. So is my breakfast smoothie. All important emails has been sent. I'm caught up on Facebook news. Hm. How does one spend their last hour of energy before beginning the roller coaster ride of a new term? By watching Downton Abbey, Season 1 again...natch. Now that there's no more DA until next January, I must watch the old episodes again for that fix. And that, up until about twn minutes ago, was exactly what I'd planned on doing. Until I popped in here for moment to check on things. And by things, I mean my "Stats". And actually, by that, I mean my "Audience". And I was shocked to see that in the last 24 hours, there have been more looks here at Be Food from France than from the US...

To Thine Own Self, Be Food

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