Today was a disaster on so many levels. At the top of the list was the gut-wrenchingly disappointing loss my Snow Monkeys suffered in fantasy football league play. It was an especially bitter loss since all the projections had me winning. As a result, I ended up feeling like a Mitt Romney supporter on election night. Wha – happened?
Just as disastrous was my attempt at making chocolate-covered ice cream sandwiches. I followed the recipe to the letter and ended up with these:
Well, unless you’re using an industrial freezer, I don’t know how you can dip frozen ice cream sandwich in hot chocolate without having the ice cream melt out. Or end up with a dauntingly thick chocolate shell.
On the bright side, Ivon provided the main course: slow-cooked pulled pork shoulder tacos. The sole highlight of my day:
I can look forward to spending the rest of my night parked in front of a laptop, trying to finish the third act of this script.
You know what would help? A delicious Thanksgiving dinner. On the one hand, Canada has already celebrated Thanksgiving – in typical Canadian fashion, with maple eggnog and a nice stuffed beaver. On the other hand, I have all of you. So, come this Thursday, I’m inviting myself over to your place. While I’ll be watching football over here, I’ll be enjoying what you’re preparing over there. Post pics (or links to pics) of what you’re serving on the big day. No pressure, but I’ve always wanted to try one of those roasted TurDuChiPheaCorSquaQuail (quail inside a squab inside a cornish game hen inside a pheasant inside a chicken inside a duck inside a turkey).
P.S. I also like a good pecan pie..