Blurt
I made this kick-ass pasta sauce last night, and today I share the secret with my dear readers. So I had some leftover roast turkey (which I’ll explain in a minute) so I cut it up and made a tomato-based sauce with it. The secret ingredient? Cranberry sauce. Man it kicked ass.
The weekend just gone was great. Friday night was Coldplay, for which we’ve had tickets for YONKS, Saturday night Blacky and Leyts were going to a buck’s night, and since it was northside and I owed my dogs a visit, I drove them. Christmas in June was a righteous success. Glara hand-made christmas crackers, Brek’s pudding was fabulous, Linda’s eggnog sublime, Leyton’s softdrinks were … late. It was fun. And of course, the most suprising thing is that it came together in a week.
Tonight is poker, at least it will be if I can get some firming up of numbers. I’m assuming Glenn’s out, Leyton claims he’s too gay or something, and Woo’s estimated time back from Rocky is 7pm, so who knows? Steve is keen, Andrew is out, Dave is potentially keen (both Leyton’s friends from Game 1 of the current poker season), Berny is tba, I am in, Blacky is in. My uncle Tim is keen from next week onwards. Maybe we don’t have enough tonight.
Ok, I suppose it’s back to work for you, and me. Till next time.