What did Bunny get, you ask? Well, in addition to the lovely angel from Mr. Martha, I also received a new dark grey Columbia polar fleece jacket from my sis-in-law (who had drawn my name) and a gift certificate to Kohl's. I was hoping for a W-S gift certificate, but alas, no. However, Kohl's does have quite a nice home goods sections, so I am sure I can find something to spend it on.
And it seems like I will be living in the jacket since it is not getting out of the 40s here in the G of A this week. And I don't want to hear about it from all you Yankees out there. 'Cause, trust me, it has been a COLD December so far for this neck of the U.S. However, apparently frigid weather means beautiful sunsets since we had another one Saturday night:
AND he is a sharp dresser! What man wears PURPLE? A confidently hot man, I say. This next photo, from Sherlock Holmes, is a 110% gratuitous daydream shot for the ladies, specifically Upset Waitress, my RDJ Fan Club Vice-President in waiting:
Please wait a moment while I finish having the vapors.....Sigh. Ok, so the MOVIE, I thought, was great. Good amount of action, held my interest, great acting. Mr. Martha also gave it two thumbs up and he is very picky about movies. There have been some folks out there who've said it isn't true to the books, but Hell, what movies are true to the books they are based on?? Really. Get off your literary high-horse and just enjoy this artistic adaptation. Sigh. Some folks can find something wrong with anything. Like me. Like the 6th Harry Potter movie we watched Saturday night which was lackluster at best. And dark. Very dark. BTW, I cannot WAIT for May 2010 and Iron Man 2. Yo.
So, last night, inspired by Cooking Asshole, I decided to roast my first chicken of the year. You may or may not remember, but last fall, I gots all excited about roasting fowl and brining. So, when colder weather started setting in this year, I bought this at Williams-Sonoma in preparation:
Basically, it is like a brine rub, full of salt because that is what a brine is. Just like when you bloat like a Macy's balloon after eating too much salt, the salt in the brine makes meat "bloat" with moisture. Now that I know what they put in this mix, I may try to create my own from spices and salt from the DFM. Anyway, I rubbed it up all over and in my chicken:
Then, I placed the chicken in a plastic baggie and left it to do its thing for 8 or so hours. Later, I take it out to put it in the oven, and did not turn the oven up high enough for it to cook fully during the allotted time. Let's say I was hoping for 1 hour and got 3+. I was pissed off. I thought my damn thermometer was broken until I saw the blood running out.
Then, the damn roasting pan started SMOKING UP A STORM. Like we couldn't even SEE across the house. And the fire detectors were about one second from deploying. And my eyes were watering. And we had to open windows and doors and everything smelled like a pit fire. Holy Hell. Finally, we decided it wasn't going to be ready before midnight so we ate the salad and risotto alone. I was so over it by the time the chicken was done that I forgot to take a photo. But it was golden prettiness. And I did eat a wing. And it was delicious. And dinner is done for tonight.
So, that's it peeps, for today. Congrats again to Elisabeth for winning the 2009 Favorites Contest and hope to see you all back here soon! XO, Bun.