I have spent most of the evening picking up shards of glass off the kitchen floor. With my bare feet. One of the cats (probably Pip the asshole) knocked the butter dish onto the floor and it shattered into a thousand tiny, greasy pieces. All the cats wanted to lick butter off of the broken glass.
It was worth it, though. It was in service of a french silk chocolate pie for Dave's birthday, which is tomorrow. I hope it sets properly, because when I licked the bowl it was pretty good. I will be bummed if all I have managed to make is a big puddle of pudding inside a pie shell, although I suspect that even if this happens, I can just freeze the pie and that's probably going to be super good too. Maybe we should freeze the leftovers even if it sets. (That is, if there are any leftovers. Apparently Dave ate a whole cheesecake once. I can only hope to tempt him to such heights of gluttony tomorrow. I'll let you know how it all shakes out.)
Claire Danes is the only Juliet I've ever seen who isn't hugely whiny. Even Olivia Hussey, although I love the Zeffirelli version. Also, this song makes me nostalgic for the good parts of being sixteen.
Enjoy your fridays, kids. I know I'll enjoy mine.
1 comment:
Ouch. Hope the cake turns out OK - sounds yummy. And Happy Birthday Dave!
Thanks for the reminder that I really, really, need to actually get around to watching the DiCaprio/Danes R&J - I taped it off the TV I don't know how many years ago, and still haven't watched it. Partly I think because it's dubbed into German, and I have an even harder time with Shakespeare in German than I do in English.
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