Super Bowl Sunday
Again, another day like the weekend should be. Woke up late (which meant I missed SportsNight, which is the only show I plan to watch, but never mind), unmolded my chocolate raspberry truffles, which I have managed to make in a star shape, which seems great fun, and then all in good time headed off to Lolo's* for brunch and her new recipe for stuffed french toast. Now I have been spending my Sunday's of late at a friend's in Somerville, and this friend makes the best basic french toast I have ever had. (I make a pretty mean french toast, but mine is far more frou frou - challah bread, a shot of whiskey in the batter, and bananas sauteed in butter and brown sugar). So the gauntlet had been thrown down for Lolo, and she picked it up nicely. After an awesome breakfast (as if the french toast wasn't enough, she laid out the sausage, eggs, etc), we went to Target, because Lolo has a new computer and wanted to get DVDs to play on it. Then, of course we watched the DVDs.

We didn't actually set OUT to watch the DVDs on the computer - she was going to wire it through the telly. But the resolution on the computer screen is HDTV quality, and the sound is phenomonal. So, compelled, we sat and watched The Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring in rather small screen. It is a testament to the cinematography and the beauty of New Zealand that it was still a beautiful, gripping spectacle.

And now I'm watching the blowout that is the Super Bowl. I missed it last year for an epic romantic tale, but this year I am back watching football. Oakland is fighting back, and has just this second scored on a 48 yard catch by Jerry Rice, making it 38-21 in favor of Tampa Bay, but let's face it. Defense wins ball games. There are only six minutes left. Two point conversion has been denied.

Didn't watch the news. Every so often, this is a good thing.

Back to the knitting!
Love,
Anne


All names changed to protect the guilty.