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Stuff to watch and stuff to eat
Dec. 28th, 2005 10:04 amSince I'm not a religious person, my personal Christmas-Solstice-End of Year celebration is mostly about seeing my family and eating a lot. Which I have definitely done.
On Christmas Day, we were all pretty much comatose due to food consumption. Ate brunch then opened presents. As soon as there was any space in our stomachs, we filled them again with turkey, hame, pineapple stuffing, sweet potato casserole, and vegetables. Then we watched football, and again after digesting dinner a bit, we ate pecan pie and Nana's Chocolate Cake, which should be a food group all by itself.
On Monday, I ran errands, then took my sister and brother in law to drink wine and eat cheese.
Yesterday, we were couch potatoes -see the second half of this post- and then went to Petit Louis for dinner. The initial reason for the dinner was for the Champagne menu, a holiday special, but ultimately none of us ordered that. A cosmopolitan at the bar was followed by excellent bread in the dining room, then by butternut squash soup with duck confit; then cassoulet with a glass of some kind of Cote du Nuit; then a hazelnut tart topped with a scoop of cinnamon icecream. Oh. My. God. Between the alcohol and the amazing food, we were all feeling like sated gluttons.
Now, the couch potato portion of the day was a marathon of Firefly episodes. My sister and b-i-l hadn't ever watched the show and I only caught a few episodes before it was cancelled. I bought the DVDs after seeing the movie Serenity. I think maybe I've converted them to fans and they'll have to see the movie now. We watched the first disc in the morning, before they went for a run. We watched (meaning he watched while we fell asleep on the couch, soaked in fine french food and wine) the second disc after dinner.
In between the Firefly watching and the french food eating, we saw Syriana. Through out the movie, I kept thinking that it really reminded me of Traffic. Then I watched the credits - d'oh! The screen play was written by the same writer (Stephen Gaghan) as Traffic, and the director (Steven Soderbergh) was the same. It was an excellent movie and I liked it, but I think maybe I need to see a mindless, fluffy movie the next time I go to the cinema, or at least something with a semi-happy ending, like Mrs. Henderson Presents. Munich and Good Night, and Good Luck are still on my "To See" List, but I need something a little less dark first.
On Christmas Day, we were all pretty much comatose due to food consumption. Ate brunch then opened presents. As soon as there was any space in our stomachs, we filled them again with turkey, hame, pineapple stuffing, sweet potato casserole, and vegetables. Then we watched football, and again after digesting dinner a bit, we ate pecan pie and Nana's Chocolate Cake, which should be a food group all by itself.
On Monday, I ran errands, then took my sister and brother in law to drink wine and eat cheese.
Yesterday, we were couch potatoes -see the second half of this post- and then went to Petit Louis for dinner. The initial reason for the dinner was for the Champagne menu, a holiday special, but ultimately none of us ordered that. A cosmopolitan at the bar was followed by excellent bread in the dining room, then by butternut squash soup with duck confit; then cassoulet with a glass of some kind of Cote du Nuit; then a hazelnut tart topped with a scoop of cinnamon icecream. Oh. My. God. Between the alcohol and the amazing food, we were all feeling like sated gluttons.
Now, the couch potato portion of the day was a marathon of Firefly episodes. My sister and b-i-l hadn't ever watched the show and I only caught a few episodes before it was cancelled. I bought the DVDs after seeing the movie Serenity. I think maybe I've converted them to fans and they'll have to see the movie now. We watched the first disc in the morning, before they went for a run. We watched (meaning he watched while we fell asleep on the couch, soaked in fine french food and wine) the second disc after dinner.
In between the Firefly watching and the french food eating, we saw Syriana. Through out the movie, I kept thinking that it really reminded me of Traffic. Then I watched the credits - d'oh! The screen play was written by the same writer (Stephen Gaghan) as Traffic, and the director (Steven Soderbergh) was the same. It was an excellent movie and I liked it, but I think maybe I need to see a mindless, fluffy movie the next time I go to the cinema, or at least something with a semi-happy ending, like Mrs. Henderson Presents. Munich and Good Night, and Good Luck are still on my "To See" List, but I need something a little less dark first.
