What I Did on My Saturday Night, by Girlie.
(Insert picture of Girlie looking frusturated, but understanding.)
I planned to do a picture essay of what I'm up to this evening, but then I found out that Husbear took our little camera in to work with him, since his big ol' professional Canon has decided to stop working. So, he has the little camera, and I am left with the cats and a bubbling cauldron of energy.
That last is a lie. Actually, I'm left with a bubbling cauldron of not-really-feeling-well, which I think I can fairly attribute to my St. Patrick's Day celebrating last night - I went out with work-friends to see a band whose guitarist is married to a workmate. We had a great time, but several beers, a lemon drop, and a red snapper (which tasted great at the time, but looking at the ingredients, I don't know how soon I'll be having another) later, washed down with country griddle cakes now at IHOP, left me feeling not-so-hot this morning.
(Insert picture of what I got at the grocery store. No, not that.)
I did make it to and from the grocery store and Hollywood Video, though - where I purchased chicken legs (which I could only find in packs of 5 or 15? -I got one with 5), rosemary, chianti, dried mushrooms, and asparagus for dinner tonight, along with a carb-frenzy of chips, mac & cheese, sandwich bread, and cereal for later this week. At Hollywood, I picked up this documentary, by the son of Louis Kahn, which I thought looked interesting last week when we rented corpse bride and project grizzly. I'll have to watch it closely to see if I can wholeheartedly recommend it to Brandog and sisinlaw, our resident architectos.
The eats I'm using to make Giambonetti di Pollo al Vino Rosso (Chicken Legs Stewed in Red Wine), out of our trusty awesome Silver Spoon. I'm going to serve it over polenta with roasted asparagus on the side.
(Insert picture of Girlie desperately wrapping pancetta around half-cooked chicken legs, while the pancetta falls apart and the polenta burns and sticks to the pan and the oven takes forty-five minutes to preheat, thus ensuring the asparagus is ready hours after the rest of the meal.)
(Insert new picture of the look on Girlie's face when she realizes the wine she just licked off her finger is actually chicken blood.)
Good thing I got that bottle of wine, eh?
Well, hours later, it turned out pretty O.K., at least. The chicken probably could/should have been cooked a little longer - but this is something I'm having to relearn, since I haven't really cooked meat at all (with this one notably gross exception) for years.
I'm having a little trouble really getting into this movie, though - to be fair, of course, I'm "watching" it while blogging, so I should probably put the computer down and actually pay attention.