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Sunday, September 2, 2007

A first time for everything

Went downtown last night to hear some bands...I heard this before midnight, for the first time: "I'm tired, we can go whenever you're ready." This was unusual because it came from Mr.Q. Who has a hard time with the idea that a "night out" doesn't always have to mean all night out. Huh.

Meanwhile. The better part of a baguette was left over from our cheese frenzy the other night. They're really not good as day-old bread, and really not good as 2-day-old bread. What to do? A bread pudding, of course. With fresh-grated cinnamon, a rather large tablespoon or so of lemon zest, and a (very) generous splash of cointreau. Tres tasty!

Loving this long weekend thing...how 'bout you?

3 comments:

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

Is he broken?? Sick? PREGNANT???
Is this your version of shock and awe? Cry for help?

I think I just saw a pig hovering over the blue spruce......

Anie said...

i love your yarns, lady.

Rebecca said...

Your blog makes me hungry!