Turkey and sweet Amélie
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vaneramosI had a few shopping errands to run yesterday. I needed a new 12 Volt battery for my doorbell, and to get a new set of keys made. We also stopped at the mall so Marian could buy a CD at HMV. I don't care about owning many movies, but two of my favourites were there on sale (VHS), so I had to snatch them up: Pulp Fiction and Amélie.
The new key to the front door works fine, but the one for my apartment does not. By careful comparison, it is identical to the old ones. What's with that?
The afternoon was spent roasting turkey, which I haven't done many times because I didn't used to care for it much. GroceryGateway brought a bigger bird than I expected, 15 pounds, but for $20 I'll get a lot of nice meals out of it. I had to improvise a roasting pan out of my largest cookie sheet and tinfoil. Various recipes recommended wildly different times for cooking a bird of that size. The packaging said 4 hours at 325°F. My mother's recipe said 20 minutes per pound (5 hours) and the panel of my stove said 30 minutes (7½ hours). I went with Mom, but fortunately I used a thermometer, because the package was right.
I had invited Sylvie for "anytime after 5:30," but told her dinner would be at 6:30. The turkey was done at 5:10, so I wrapped it in foil, covered it with placemats and kept it on the warm stove. She didn't arrive until 6:20, but the meat was perfect. After dinner came the best part, putting away enough leftovers for five turkey pies.
I made chocolate pudding cake for dessert, delicious and easy to make from ingredients that are always on hand. Apparently cocoa is more powerful than tryptophan, because Brenna was not just hyper afterward, she was through the roof. I have never seen her affected so dramatically by sweets.
Then we all piled in the bottom bunk and watched Amélie. I forgot how that movie affected me. Amélie is a lot like me, a child who had few playmates and is terrifed of people, but genuinely likes them. The first time I saw it I had pretty much given up on having a boyfriend. Now I have one as sweet, funny and sensual as Nino. Last night I cried again through the kitchen scene near the end, this time because I feel lucky. Funny how movies and music do this to me, nothing else.
Sylvie says the downtown video store has other titles by the same director. They are mostly dark humour, darker than Amélie, a genre we both like. We'll have to do a movie night sometime.
Marian says she has a new favourite movie. The kid has good taste.
The new key to the front door works fine, but the one for my apartment does not. By careful comparison, it is identical to the old ones. What's with that?
The afternoon was spent roasting turkey, which I haven't done many times because I didn't used to care for it much. GroceryGateway brought a bigger bird than I expected, 15 pounds, but for $20 I'll get a lot of nice meals out of it. I had to improvise a roasting pan out of my largest cookie sheet and tinfoil. Various recipes recommended wildly different times for cooking a bird of that size. The packaging said 4 hours at 325°F. My mother's recipe said 20 minutes per pound (5 hours) and the panel of my stove said 30 minutes (7½ hours). I went with Mom, but fortunately I used a thermometer, because the package was right.
I had invited Sylvie for "anytime after 5:30," but told her dinner would be at 6:30. The turkey was done at 5:10, so I wrapped it in foil, covered it with placemats and kept it on the warm stove. She didn't arrive until 6:20, but the meat was perfect. After dinner came the best part, putting away enough leftovers for five turkey pies.
I made chocolate pudding cake for dessert, delicious and easy to make from ingredients that are always on hand. Apparently cocoa is more powerful than tryptophan, because Brenna was not just hyper afterward, she was through the roof. I have never seen her affected so dramatically by sweets.
Then we all piled in the bottom bunk and watched Amélie. I forgot how that movie affected me. Amélie is a lot like me, a child who had few playmates and is terrifed of people, but genuinely likes them. The first time I saw it I had pretty much given up on having a boyfriend. Now I have one as sweet, funny and sensual as Nino. Last night I cried again through the kitchen scene near the end, this time because I feel lucky. Funny how movies and music do this to me, nothing else.
Sylvie says the downtown video store has other titles by the same director. They are mostly dark humour, darker than Amélie, a genre we both like. We'll have to do a movie night sometime.
Marian says she has a new favourite movie. The kid has good taste.
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Date: 2004-04-11 07:33 am (UTC)xo
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Date: 2004-04-11 01:46 pm (UTC)Sometimes a new key, though it looks identical, will be off just a bit. Simply take it back to the locksmith and they will file it a bit and it should work fine.
Happy Easter my friend!
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Date: 2004-04-11 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-04-11 04:56 pm (UTC)I have never seen The Man From Snowy River. Another friend mentioned it recently. I guess it's one for my must see list.