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guestbook: andrew and cori
i’ve seen my future.sparklet had a playdate this afternoon with a friend — one of our dedicated, arbitron-rated 3.7 blog readers — and her little boy, Andrew.
aaaand, for some reason sparklet spent the whole time chasing Andrew around, trying to give him things (instruments he didn’t want), then trying to give him more things (kisses he didn’t want) and then try to pet his hair.
andrew was a good sport about it all, but i have to admit i was paralyzed with fear for the whole time — which accounts for the utter lack of photos of sparklet’s early attempts at flirtation.
nothing happened for me to be particularly embarrassed about (i guess) but something tells me that i’m not going to find the next sixteen years of my life to be particularly relaxing.
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macaroni and cheese (for adults)
thanksgiving dinner is a really big deal for the lady sparkler’s family.everybody contributes a dish (or two) and each of the recipes are suitable for the pages of bon appetite or gourmet — wild rice with dried cranberries and chick peas, mexican Chayote with garlic, green beans with lemon zest and hand roasted pine nuts, a spiced pumpkin souffle.
for the first time since “i” became “we,” i joined the thanksgiving culinary arms race this year — with macaroni and cheese.
granted, it’s an adult version of mac and cheese — it uses gruyer and fontina instead of just cheddar, and uses both a tablespoon of mustard and a bit of red pepper to add a little kick.
i’m pleased to say that i held my own.
(i’ve tweaked the recipe each of the last four times i’ve made it, but it was originally based on alton brown’s baked macaroni and cheese.)
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after one thousand, one hundred and thirty three days of looking, we finally found a place in the united states that sells one barrel rum from belize (the rum we mixed with coke and drank like fish on our honeymoon).
after about three years of trying just about every liquor store in virginia, maryland, d.c. and texas, we tried yet another store (spec’s) near the lady sparkler’s parents.
not only did that have bottles of one barrel (they had 10!) but someone was in not 10 minutes earlier asking for a couple bottles themselves.
now we just have to buy lots of bottles, slowly, each in a different disguise — it’ll drive up demand and make them think they need to keep it in stock to meet the popular demand.