Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Nothing says "Merry Christmas" quite like a buttload of Eggplant Parmesan, right?
My feelings, exactly.
So even as we speak, that's what's simmering away downstairs in my woodstove.
Oh, I could have gotten up stupidly early tomorrow morning and prepared the Eggplant Parmesan then. But as I see it, anything in a casserole always tastes much better the next day because flavours get a chance to percolate completely through the dish. So that's why I've already made the mashed turnip and carrots as well as the eggplant goodness.
Yep, so you see, I'm not an incredibly lazy woman who is not willing to get up insanely early to tenderly prepare food for the people she loves.
Actually, I am a woman with incredible foresight.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Oh, and I'd also like to wish you, my three loyal readers, the incredible blessing of happiness over the holidays and the year to come. Heaven knows, you've given me more than my fair share of it.
P.S.--The workout CD with a Middle Eastern flavour came from Laura who's into belly dancing, which makes perfect sense.
P.P.S.--If you're doing any of your Christmas shopping at Amazon this year, why not do it through Blue Sphere? Five per cent of what you spend will be donated by Amazon to Blue Sphere, and will be given to the Foster Parents Plan of Canada.
Yep, you get to make a large corporation cough up five per cent of its profits AND at no cost to yourself you get to help some poor kids out. What's not to love about that, eh?
NEWSFLASH! Now you get the chance at Canuckistani Hot Chocolate for getting the word out about Blue Sphere. Post a link and you're in the contest. Whatcha waiting for? Huh? HUH?
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