Saturday, December 31, 2011

Everything IS better with butter, after all.

It will be a quiet New Year's Eve for Rob and I.  As I type, he is trying to get Campbell down for the night, but I hear a fair amount of squawking coming from her room.  The kid loves her sleep, so she had better get with the program and settle down soon.

For the last several years, our NYE's have consisted of a fatty, delicious meal and time well spent with Anderson Cooper and Kathy Griffin.   Our menu was originally a chicken dish, but as I stood crushed by humanity in Whole Foods, I called Rob and asked him if he was truly married to the chicken idea.  That's when he said he saw that lobster tails were on sale.  Never, ever send me to the store, because I will always come home with an upgrade. 

Whole, jumbo lobsters.  Those suckers were so big the guy had to bang the lid shut.  I reflexively winced, as that gesture was a bit overkill considering the claws were double-banded.  The tiny hippie in me feels bad that my dinner is living in my fridge right now.  Not so bad that I won't dredge him/her in delicious, fatty butter and slurp down every morsel fit for consumption.

I just hope the tiramisu I bought for dessert will keep us awake until midnight.

My wish is that all 17 of my readers have a blessed, peaceful, joyous new year.  Peace out until next year folks.


  1. Welcome #18!!!! Woo Hoo!!!!! Hope you are having a great New Year's Eve! :)

  2. Happy New Year! Hoping you get the call for another little one early this year!