Dear friends, I screwed up. It was not my intention to post a big fat muckity muck on how New Yorkers Are People, Too, whackadoo, whackadoo, whackadoo (Sorry. Every once in a while, I prove my mother right when she says that I watched too damn much tv as a kid), only to disappear for three days. I've had so many nifties I've wanted to share with you, including musings on the cold -- basically it's been very cold here, but not as cold as its been for some of you -- the cardamom snaps recipe, for which 'mouse has been asking so sweetly; a damn fine recipe for spaghetti sauce; and a smaller, more contained rant about the impending death of yet another New York City bakery.
I still have plans for all of this, but my plans have run smack dab into my other plans, also known as The Trip Down to Philadelphia to Spend Christmas With the 'Rents.
Lloyd and I have 2 p.m. Metroliner tickets, so there is a chance I may be able to post tomorrow before leaving. In the event that I do not, though, please have a wonderful Christmas weekend, dear friends. Eat well, drink better, be safe, and please, please come back to visit on Sunday, when Lloyd and I get home and I'll be itching to tell a good story or six.