I didn't do anything this weekend except try to get healthy (encroaching sinus infection, this creeping office Fug, some chronic health issues--insert small essay here) and get my life in order, so I have nothing exciting to report but a fount of nerdful bubbling satisfaction making me feel pleased and content. That will go away, I know from a great deal of experience, leaving a helpless sense of watching entropy take over as my life gets more and more busy and the phantom to-do lists foment. I have one actual to-do list, and about 10,000 intermediary ones in my head, and then one very unmanageable one with things like "Be Great Artist" on it.

I got to putter a lot this weekend, one of life's great joys, but it did get subsumed a bit by cabinfever. Note: I did not attack the severe cold the way I did in my unthinking college years, when ohmygodmusttellthisstoryagain there was one day my freshman year when we were literally the (according to the news) coldest place in North America at that moment. Something like-60/-70 with the windchill. So what did we do? Trudged up the hill on our campus to go see a movie--Head, actually, the Jack Nicholson/Monkees movie. I can still remember that feeling of my eyes freezing as I blinked. Did Skip write about this recently too? I can't remember, but it's one of those stories that comes up all the time, because it really happened.

I also spent an inordinate amount of time playing with fingerling potatoes. First I boiled them, then let them properly steam/rest in a cloth-covered pan. Then the next day I sliced them in half and fried them in my not-really-nonstick LeCreuset nonstick pan that I will use to kill someone if they break into my apartment, it weighs about 70 lbs. They got beautifully brown, but I don't think there's enough starch content in fingerlings for them to have that really good fried potato taste. So then that night I browned some organic ground beef, added the fried fingerlings, which I had drained very thoroughly and cut into pieces, and made a kind of saucy hamburgerscramble, adding chicken stock to reduce and Worcestershire sauce and stuff like that, mashing the potatoes with a potato masher into the mix. Cold weather comfort food and it was very good, especially with pumpernickel toast. Oy! But what a journey. Fingerling...heh.