I think I can...

Thanksgiving was tasty. I enjoyed the feast we had and the time we spent with family. When I went to take a picture of my cranberry compote, my camera battery died. So, no picture. It was pretty good though, I'd make it again. It consisted of 1 12oz bag of fresh cranberries, 1/4 cup bourbon, 1/2 cup apple juice, and 3/4 cup of sugar. I used probably a cup of sugar. I also got some Christmas shopping done over the break. Still, though, I feel behind on shopping and it's only December 1. That's sad.

Work has been crazy. I don't think I've ever spent as much time there as I have recently. I find myself periodically quoting the little engine that could, "I think I can, I think I can..." Two weeks and two days until Christmas break. I think I can...

Last week I made roasted tilapia, couscous, and roasted tomatoes. The tilapia was easy and good. I put two pieces in a small baking dish. I put a shallow layer of white wine in the bottom. I seasoned the fish with evoo, garlic, salt, pepper, paprika, sun-dried tomatoes, and butter. I baked it on 350 for about fifteen minutes. The roasted tomatoes were a Bobby Flay recipe. They are almost like candy. You cut up plum tomatoes (or cherry/grape/campari whatever you prefer) and place them in an even layer in a baking dish, cut side up. Drizzle them with evoo. After that you drizzle them with honey. To top them off, sprinkle panko bread crumbs over them. Roast on 350 for twenty minutes. We also had grilled salmon, brussell sprouts, and mashed potatoes. Both good.


It's cold outside. It wasn't this morning, but it turned quickly. I hear rumor of snow on Sunday! Yay! I love the first snow of the year. So, tonight we had hot chicken noodle soup. Wednesday night is date night. So we cooked dinner together and then husband watched basketball for a little bit while I have been blogging. Now we're watching The Santa Clause 3. We've watched a Christmas movie every night for probably five or six nights. They're my favorite.

Well, I'm off to continue our movie and to tackle what seems to be the never ending pile of laundry. Until next time...