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There were such plans for this weekend. There were reservations. There was an itinerary. There was finally going to someplace world famous in my own backyard. Then NJBs car died.

I get the feeling I should be really distraught about this, because we were going to Waco Tanks and I was madly excited.

Instead, I spent the morning eating figgy pancakes and watching Wonderfalls. Later, we'll go to the Art Nazi's gallery (We hit the opening last night, but who can actually see art at an opening?), hit the state fair and maybe catch the midnight showing of Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Yeah, the weekend might not involve a lot to climbing, but I'm good anyway.

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Roasted red pepper, portabello mushrooms, calibasita, zucchini and caramelized onions served over couscous, smothered in artichoke sauce, topped with baked brie. For desert, poached tangerines in chocolate gooseberry sauce.

I'm not sure the practical purpose of poaching tangerines, but neither am I complaining about the result. I love food. I love it so. I am also a fan of people who know how to make doing dishes a social event.

Costume dinner tomorrow, for those around.