I just cooked a Greek feast for Book Club, in honor of Middlesex. Now I have to go watch Gilmore Girls and write a recaplet in the next nine hours.
My weekend is covered through other people’s words, here, here, here and here.
Tomorrow I have four meetings. Seriously. If you’re one of those people who think I just roll out of bed, sip coffee, watch Oprah and tinker on a laptop for thirty mintues or so before calling it a day, I’d like you to remember I have four meetings tomorrow. I’m only baiting you right now because our Greek feast included wine. Opa!
Hey, I really liked Middlesex, even if I was the only member of Book Club to actually finish it. It serves me right, as I hadn’t finished a book for Book Club in about three months. Four. Probably four months.
I found out that cooking with filo dough isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I made an asparagus thingy that I found in Chris’ Real Simple over the weekend. It called for pre-prepared pastry dough, but they didn’t have that at my store, so I improvised. Filo dough, goat cheese, asparagus at 400 for twenty-five minutes. It was a hit.
Hey, maybe it’s “phylo” dough. Huh. I’m too lazy to look it up right now because I have to go watch Gilmore Girls.