Life of Wry

I went to a latkepalooza tonight, but neglected to take any pictures.  Could have taken a great one of the latke-making operation in the kitchen, complete with splattered oil and potato scraps everywhere.  But didn’t. It was a messy proposition, and a messier cook.

Wish I’d gotten a pic, but how about a couple of nutcrackers instead?  These are ours, taken a few days ago.

Back to food: A few weeks ago, I thought, hey, I can be a sane person.  I can go through the holidays without eating in the holiday way.  But, man, it’s not turning out like I planned at all.  Tonight’s overindulgence, besides some monster latkes (with sour cream and applesauce) and the usual wine and cheese and interesting crackers that I can never seem to avoid consuming great gobs of, was this killer, killer fudge. This stuff was as dense as a gold bar and actually glistened.  It was cut into pieces about four times the size one should ever eat in a single sitting and I had about 3-ish of these.  At one point, I’d set a piece down on a coffee table and along came their giant labradoodle and hoovered it up in one swift motion.  An impressive move.

Anyway, eating too many things that are not any part of my regular fare. But loving every bite.