We had the historian's kids over for dinner with the passel of relevant grandkids. It was noisy and fun, and also delicious. I made a Thai-style curry, including a vegetable one that was sublime, I tell you. (I think the secret is Kaffir lime leaves, which I was lucky enough to find at Whole Foods one day not so long ago and which I hope I will someday find again--I did not let a single glossy dark green leaf go to waste, they were that precious and indeed that curry-altering.) Also, garlic snap peas. Also, salad with oranges, avocado, and cardamom seeds. Also, the pot stickers. They had grated carrot, Napa cabbage, garlic, green onion, a little ground peanut, mint, cilantro, and maybe something else, I forget. Salt. I fried them in some roasted peanut oil, another pantry item that I have cherished and doled out sparingly. I will need to find another bottle, but this may entail a quest. The dipping sauce had soy sauce, toasted sesame oil, rice wine vinegar, ginger and green onion and it was divine. Everyone loved the pot stickers and I was so proud of them, their little pursed selves, how well they held together and how delicious they were.
Since everyone went home and we loaded the dishwasher and packed away the leftovers, I have been watching restful and foot-healing amounts of television. When you cook a big dinner, sometimes you are on your feet for awhile or all day. Movies on television, some of which I have seen so many times it would blow your mind, are just the thing to make your feet feel better. And no, I will not say what these movies are. As if. Like I need the internet to make fun of me for my movie preferences.