It’s a new year. My 2011 started off with a lack of drunkenness all around. I feel this is a good sign.
So, in my first attempt at culinary flexibility, I’m going to attempt to make rolls from scratch, but first I need to shower and drive back over to my place.
I rang in the new year with my parents. We watched movies and drank champagne and ate shrimp.
It was not a good year for shrimp eating. There was a bit of confusion during the purchase and then I annihilated the cocktail sauce when we got home. (There was glass and red sauce all over the living room floor.)
I’m hoping all that glass breaking was just 2010 going out with a bang. Shattered glass is pretty telling of what kind of year I’ve had.