September 23rd, 2007

bluebeard

Rated G for Grown-Up

When you're a kid, you wonder what grown-ups do when they stay up past midnight and all the kids have to go to bed. You assume that it's something really exciting, and would likely be very disappointed to discover that really, grown-ups mostly just sit around and talk.

Now that I'm no longer a kid, I really like sitting around and talking. And parties that involve nothing more than hanging out? Just fine.

William had his "my house turned 100 recently" party. Got to see him, see the house, meet his dogs (a pug and a French bulldog -- cute and sweet but snorty). Then this evening, Greg & Jerry were peopled out but I went over to hang with Bryree & the Floyds. We had conversation. I hypothesize that I am, in fact, a grown-up.
bluebeard

Brussels sprouts, who knew?

Discovery of the day: I like brussels sprouts!

Cara brought them for movie night (Murder on the Orient Express). Fresh, steamed, with butter and a little salt. They were quite good.

They tasted nothing at all like my memory the things my mother made me eat when I was 7 that I choked down, then ran to the bathroom and threw up and was never forced to eat again. So the jury is still out on, say, frozen brussels sprouts. But very fresh ones, treated well? For sure.