Saffron Turducken

So I was in the spice aisle at Meijer's today looking for the ground cumin when I overheard these two women fighting about saffron. The older one thought that McCormick's made a mistake because "those saffron bottles are empty."
"No," said the other one, "it's like threads or something. They're in there."
"You're crazy," said the first. "Who would buy that empty bottles? And why does it cost so much?"

I left them there to duke it out. Saffron costs so much because it takes 50 million billion crocuses (croci?) to make a pound of that stuff. And to pay all those young Turks to gather it.

Saffron rice is really good though.
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I have all the Christmas stuff I'm going to buy . . . bought. And wrapped. Now the only thing I have to worry about is what I'm making for dinner that day. I don't want to buy a big turkey. I'm not a ham person--unless it's that expensive spiral sliced stuff.Turducken? Nah . . Tony Bourdain has a funny commercial about turducken (he's against it.)

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My Favorite Bits from the Office Christmas parties

• Steve Carrell's face whenever he said "Jamaica Sandals All Inclusive"

• Michael Scott marking "his" Asian girlfriend. I actually laughed out loud.

• Steve Carrell singing that godawful James Blunt song Goodbye My Lover.

• Was that Jan Levinson-Gould (now just Levinson) on the other end of the last phone call?

• Dwight taking about knives with the Benihana chef.

• Jim talking about Michael Photoshopping himself into Carol's Christmas card

• Michael stealing steak from the guy.

• Toby's poor hang dog face when Dwight stole his bathrobe. I'm glad they're featuring Toby more.

• Ryan's list of excuses.

• Kelly singing We Belong Together for Ryan.

TAR, Survivor

I didn’t like The Amazing Race once Dave & Mary and the Chos left, and I liked it even less when the Male Models-Slash-Former Drug Addicts won. You’d think former drug addicts would be interesting—they weren’t.

Apparently they’re now filming TAR All Stars, including coalminers Mary & Dave and the Superstars of all Reality Shows Rob and his dull wife Amba.

Survivor. This go ‘round has been mucho boring. I liked that Jonathan guy, I think mainly because he sounds just like Alan Alda. Adam dude (the prerequisite Hot, But Dumb Guy) said he didn’t like Jonathan because he “didn’t have integrity.” (rolls eyes.) I think that in the near future the Survivor Producer should make it a rule that no one can call out another player because, 1) they lied, 2) they don’t have integrity, or 3) they’re lazy around camp. Season after season players seemed to be shocked, SHOCKED, I say, that other players fall into one of these categories. Duh. If I have to root for one player, I guess I’ll root for Yul to win. He’s played the Immunity Idol thing very well. TVGuide.com said there’s a BIG TWIST on Survivor—three finalists instead of two. Woooo.

I’m tired of Reality Shows.

Today

In the office today we are enjoying the soothing music of Tchaikovsky and his Nutcracker, The Sleeping Beauty, and Swan Lake.

Neostyle College 296. These are my new glasses I mentioned in the post below. The picture does not do them justice--it doesn't capture the subtle shadings, and of course, the sexiness when I'm donning them.

Christmas Party and Glasses

Last night’s dinner get-together was fun, but the food sucked big time. Aren’t Italian restaurants supposed to know how to make good Italian dishes? I ordered the spaghetti with Italian sausage and instead of, like, Italian sausage meatballs this place brought out this huge, grotesque and slightly obscene plate of plate with a big old sausage link on top. Blech. So I drank a pina colada, ate mostly salad and garlic bread.
The game part was fun. What is it about middle aged women that makes them go gaga over a stuffed Santa Claus or a Polar Bear Christmas stocking? Those were the two items that kept getting stolen—oh, and a box of Russell Stover chocolates. If you’re going to buy a good box of chocolates to give as a gift, Russell Stover isn’t the best.
Yours Truly selected a gift bag—inside was a pink lava lamp nightlight. I thought of Sparky and his lava light obsession, and my evening was nearly ruined. Needless to say, no one stole the lava lamp from me.
I got home at nine, took and bath and was in bed by ten. Whooo hooo.
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BP and I got our new glasses yesterday afternoon. Mine are way cute. His—not so much. He got two pair, one pair normal everyday glasses and the other pair “safety” glasses (complete with removable side shields, attractive, eh?) for when he works with his big, manly tools. These three pairs of glasses cost us over $1000. I kid you not. Outrageous.