Well, I started this post yesterday evening, when Mark & I were sitting at the Sundance theater, waiting for Mary Poppins to start. They’re doing a series of classics, besides Mary, Gone with the Wind; 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea; Young Frankenstein, etc. Mark’s ex-wife and her guy were there, too, which was sort embarrassing in a high school kind of way – that both of us re-assorted couples decided that the same, sightly dorky, event seemed like fun.
But Mary P. held up (48 years later) – the music was just as good, Dick van Dyke’s fake cockney just as bad, and everything still had that Disney perfectness. Like the view of the cobblestone lane the Banks family lives on, with its lamposts, and trees in bloom.
Today was kind of a normal work day – but I still have too much to do, and my head hurts most of the time.
I thawed out some Fountain Prairie pork chops, and cooked them tonight – rubbed them with paprika and salt and pepper, and browned them in some chicken fat, then I poured in a little veggie broth and a lot of garlic and braised them on the stove. Roasted a few of Matt Smith’s potatoes in more of the chicken fat (which come to think of it was from Matt’s chicken, that went into the soup for FDN; I brought home the bones and made broth). We even had applesauce.
