Me and Digitial Cameras = Blurry Pictures

i don't know why, but i just cannot take a good digital picture. i press the button and i can't stay still enough for the camera to finish its business. so. here are some blurry pictures of our thankgiving day feast.

first, is the turkey sitting in a lovely brine. you can tell how small our fridge is!

next, is a shot of the gigantic parsnips and carrots we got at the primrose hill farmers market. i have now decided that i DON'T like farmers market veggies. they are way too covered in dirt. it is very messy.

finally, the carved turkey. i forgot to get one of the turkey when it came out of the oven. too many other things going on, like taking the guinness out of the turkey, making veggies and stuffing, asking if people needed more cheese...you know how it goes.

hope y'all had lovely days

The local farmer's market

last saturday, toby and i went to the farmer's market by primrose hill. we were amazed at the size of the parsnips and carrots! we also found fresh buffalo mince. we made these lovely burgers. i made them quite big because i thought they'd shrink a bit in size...they didn't. OH! they were so tasty. the kitchen smelled of tasty burgers all evening. i think we should find a nice buffalo meat flavored candle, what do you think?

chewy makes the day brighter

i was very grumpy this morning. i didn't want to wake up and shower and go to work.

i was being crabby and hating london. i didn't want to go to the doctor's this afternoon (even though it meant the afternoon off work). the doctor's "surgeries" aren't like the states. i didn't want to get on the tube. it would be crowded and there would be smelly people. i wanted a car to drive. i was really just annoyed with everything and wanted to go back to bed.

then i left embankment station and headed through the gardens to work. that's when i smiled and my mood lifted. i didn't care about all of the grumpy things, instead i said hello to chewbacca who gave me a friendly growl. now, i don't know why he was there growling at people at 9 in the morning, but i'm glad he was because it made me happy to be in london again.

your typical sunday afternoon

i know this isn't the most flattering looking picture of a meal, but i think it shows how tasty it was. i made a roast dinner on sunday. complete with stuffing, parsnips, carrots, potatoes (i did my best to roast them), and broccoli. it was all in preparation for the big turkey i'm cooking the day after thanksgiving. i think i'll do OK.

on sunday, i also discovered a way to listen to the packers play on the radio. i was really excited about this because it reminded me of home. there's just something about listening to the packer game being interrupted every minute or so by a car dealership commercial that reminds me of home.

to make our autumn sunday complete, we took a walk in the woods up in hampstead heath. it really is nice out there. i took a lot of unnecessary shots of the trees. i like trees. they're so twisty and lovely. we also saw a lot of nice dogs. give us a couple of years and we'll have a little bulldog named george. oh yes, it'll happen. no matter how practically i think about it, we will have an english bulldog. he will slobber and love us silly.

A Very Happy Moment

i've been in the british library after-hours.

not only have i been in the great british library when it was nearly empty BUT
i've sat in a room, next to my husband, and listened to roger moore read (among other things) The Female Species by ruyard kipling.

now that's something i never though about when i sat in my high school english classes reading poems out of a book.

little, brown (the place i work) published Catching Life by the Throat. a book with poems from 8 great poets and why you should read them. the idea for the book came from the joesphine hart poetry hour at the british library. for one hour an actor will read poems to you. it's pretty cool. toby and i were lucky enough to join about 100 other folks to hear the reading and then attend a party. and because i find it weird that i was in the same room, i have to mention that bob geldof was there too. he's read some poems in the past.

and just so everyone knows....roger moore touched toby's arm.

yep. that was pretty darn cool.