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First, in the crafting department: some valentines. The heart folds into an envelope.





And then the mask I made for the school's masquerade ball:


For my culinary escapades:
Roast turkey. There are no vegetables left in the bottom because I ate them. Onions roasted with turkey, oh . . . .

From that turkey came this soup.


Egg baked in a corn tortilla. It looks rather like a cabbage (which is after all, a flower).

Isn't it pretty? Cranberries cooked with merlot, sugar, and pinch of salt. Soooooo good! Between a chutney and a jam, and good on everything. The cranberries had enough pectin of their own: the texture turned out much better than I thought it would.


On oatmeal.



On toasted tortillas. I also thinly sliced a sweet potato and baked the slices. The cranberries were an agreeable condiment.


My beautiful asparagus!


With rice pelof. I also made a red wine sauce which you can't see. It turned out a little too thin (it was actually intended to go over fish) and the rice absorbed it. Which just made the rice better.

It's so breath taking.








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Ruth said…
You are making me hungry!!!
February 25, 2009 at 9:10 PM
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