Not so much

Ben said I should keep the commentary to a dull roar and just write about what I cook. I'll try.

Yesterday's roast was OK, not awesome. I'll need to grill Jane about what step I missed, since Grandma Fry is resting up for the Resurrection. The brussels sprouts were a stunning success, though. Sauteed with thick-cut bacon and garlic and caraway, deglazed with white wine and a little sour cream stirred in at the end. A combination of advice from Bill and a cabbage recipe I've often used. Brian said he dreamed about them last night. I thought I hated brussels sprouts until yesterday. The baked potatoes were not needed and mostly leftover.

Today I've prepared (but not necessarily eaten): A Shin Cup, coffee, a smoothie, Ruben sandwiches and a spinach salad. I'm guessing I'll make a large Manhattan before the day is through, to soothe the agony of massive French Agnus Dei vocal and brain failure at the St. Cecilia's mass.

Ben continues to work on the baked pasta with Italian Sausage and the red lentil soup leftover in the fridge since before yesterday.

Dunno if that was less commentary.