Wednesday night

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The vodka cream penne last night was a rousing success, but tonight's broccoli quiche was partially less so. I thought it was nasty, and in fact ended up having fettucini from Fazoli's. Magnus ate the whole pie and asked for more. The construction of the dish was highly unusual in itself. The recipe specified a nine-inch pie crust, and, naive as it might sound, I bought a nine-inch pie crust. There wasn't enough room for even half of the egg mixture, so it was a dubious dish from the beginning. And let's not even talk about the mess the over-filled quiche made on the counter, floor, and baking sheet..

Anyway. I had lunch with Rae and went to the bank, WalMart and the post office. Bouyed by my success with the basil (and today the parsley peeks up from under the soil!) I invested in actual ceramic pots for our kitchen.. five in all. We have poinsettas languishing in too-small plastic pots.. we bought them our first Christmas. Rather than throw them out, we turned them into extremely odd-looking houseplants. They're much too tall, with very few leaves. . The original of that pic is actually quite nice, but resizing and reducing the quality means you mostly lose the sparkle of dew that inspired the picture to begin with.

And the most exciting thing to happen to me in.. oh, several days at least.. is that I now have three new bras! Shopping for bras gives me hives. I am, as my mother-in-law blurted out in Swedish during the photo shoot at our wedding, quite busty, and therefore, it's neither fun nor exciting to rifle through racks of serviceable undergarments while standing next to the sales rack of frothy lacy contraptions for the flat-chested. As any busty girl knows, busty bras do not go on sale, and that might be more painful than the agony of boredom inspired by the "full-figure" bras. And they always put the larger boxed bras next to a main aisle, for some reason I've never figured out. I'm not embarrassed by my bra requirements, but I don't feel that the middle-aged man walking by staring at my chest needs any help contemplating the situation, either. In any case, I should be able to avoid the situation for quite some time now, thanks to my endeavors today.

Oh, the excitement of my life...

Comments

[ozswede.livejournal.com]

Great recipe! I always love to try something new. I cooked a really nice Basil Gnocchi with a vegetarian sauce last night. Really nice and easy, too. I liked the basil taste in the actual gnocchi. I too have a "julstjärna" from my first Christmas here (Dec. 2000). It is now HUGE (about 3ft high!) and sits in my window. No-one can believe it. And it looks like the 2 I bought this year are here to stay... :)

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Ours aren't quite that tall, although they're also from Dec 2000. They were actually tiny to begin with.. gift poinsettas for $2. We're somewhat bad about giving them enough light, too, as we don't like opening the blinds due to nosy neighbors. People always give us strange looks when we point out that they're poinsettas. Supposedly, you can make them red again in time for Christmas by putting them in a closet, away from sunlight, for a period of time. I have absolutely no clue how long you're supposed to do this, but my mom killed hers by trying it last year. Guess I could look it up, but they're funnier this way...