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Dinner

Leftover turkey, olive oil, garlic, onion, salt, pepper, fresh basil, balsamico, and fettucini. Dinner is served.

Tonight I ate around 10:30 at night. Late even for the Spanish, methinks. But it was a good meal, made in my kitchen and enjoyed at my table. 

Of course the best part of any meal is how it's enjoyed, or who it's enjoyed with. In this case, Anthony Bourdain. No, he wasn't at my house for dinner… but his book was. A few years old I think, "A Cook's Tour", made for a superb dinner companion. I've just started the book and his ramblings of how this adventure began is just brilliant. The mix of life, food, love of food, wine, sex, sheer enjoyment in a meal and the hunt for the perfect meal, is brilliant. Barely a chapter in and laughing out loud already, this man should be a writer.

Oh wait, he is.

Part of the pleasure of course comes from enjoying a glass or three of chianti with my meal and my readings. And mind you, not great chianti. No, the glass cost more than the bottle.

Really.

So what the HECK was that all about, you ask? Our little darling was apparently jumping on the bed, or doing flying bat-leaps, or whatever it is that 5 year old girls on too much sugar do when they are supposed to be going to sleep! She fell, hit her mouth, and cut a gnarly gash on the inside of her upper lip. It was a jagged cut that was quite deep and ran from just inside her lip, nearly all the way to the gum. Icky.

We got the bleeding to stop pretty quickly, but decided to take her to the ER at Good Samaritan anyway. Doctor pretty quickly determined it needed stitches. Ooh, that was fun.

As you can see from the previous post, she was strapped to a board and tied up like a papoose... like a mummy. Unfortunately you can't tell a 5 year old to hold still while you stick needles in her mouth, so she had to be tied down and held. Let me be the first to say that this is NOT a fun experience. What started as an uncomfortable squirm turned south to blood curdling screams as the Doc, who was really very nice and gentle, proceeded to shoot her lip full of numbing stuff and then stitch her up. The nurse had to hold her head, mom and I held her hands, ankles, whatever we could grab to try to comfort her. She got four stitches on the inside of her lip, and boy was she mad. I mean, MAD. Between the pain, the shock and the general anger at being tied up and stuck with needles and fish hooks, she was really, really pissed. Poor thing.

If anything good comes of this, maybe she wont be jumping on her bed anymore.

Trussed up turkey

ER, not R&R!

Because no Thanksgiving would be complete without a trip to the ER, our little darling decided to act out her book "Five Little Monkeys Jumping On The Bed..." and this little monkey fell down and cut her lip something fierce. Probably ok but better safe than sorry.

Ah. So.

Paraiso Pinot

Perfect with poultry, under $20