Slice of life.

A long day. A semi-productive one, in that I got some mending and tidying done. And we watched the last ?six? episodes of season 2 of The Wire, as one does, so we were up late.

Time to go to bed, and I am drinking a glass of water and listening to John reading words of eloquent and insightful wisdom, largely to do with soccer. Gentle reader, I should not have done that:

Him: (out of nowhere, I might add) "While it's true that they religiously save their own snot--"
Me: *glub*

And of course, you can't exactly do a spit-take in bed. I consider it a victory that none of it got up my nose.

Food moments.

Just had dinner. Dinner was a splurge from the local farmer's market; a cipaille (a kind of meat pie) containing buffalo, elk, wild boar, onions, salt-pepper-seasoning, and its own gravy.

Dinner was amazing. Flavourful, not too tough, slightly sweet (carmelization, maybe?); I am holding off on having a third slice because (1) I'm full, dammit, and (2) oh this will make amazing lunches for the week.

Going back next week and asking her how long it can be kept frozen before cooking, and if it can be refrozen after. I know you don't refreeze thawed meat, but I always thought that was "you don't refreeze it you cook it," and I imagine you could freeze it after that.

Seriously, such a lovely taste.