I have an hour to calm down from the heartbreaking loss of the Detroit Lions to the Dallas Cowboys and get in a proper mood for season 5 of Downton Abbey.
Well, heartbreaking if you're A Michigangster, and that I am.
So,deep breath Jane. And thanks Susan for all the text. They helped until I text " Jesus" and you replied " I think he's their only hope now".
The good: the newly turned 3 year old , the former Mr. B, came for dinner with parents.
He declined a seat at the table. Like his father he seems to prefer lounging on the couch.
Unlike his father, he likes watching endless loops of Thomas The Train and Donald Duck.
The good: dinner was delicious. I made a rice pilaf spiced with cumin seeds and scattered with chopped cilantro and parsley.
Middle Eastern meatballs with finely chopped onions and garlic, laced with heaping teaspoon fulls of cumin, paprika, a bit of cayenne, salt, pepper, chopped parsley and cilantro, an egg and a handful of breadcrumbs.
These were simmered in a sauce of chopped tomatoes, sauteed onion, garlic, a chili pepper with the same herbs and spices as above.
The good news: there are 2 left.
A romaine salad with sliced beets and pomegranate seeds tossed with that nutty vinaigrette I'm so nutty about from How Cook Everything. Maybe it's just the change from balsamic to sherry vinegar.
The bad news: I forgot to take pictures.
In other bad news: the Lions lost and if the former Mr. B was paying any attention to Aunt Jane he now has quite a vocabulary to show off at "school" tomorrow.
Father forgive me, for I know not what I say.
Blame it on the Motor City.