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Viewings Thursday, Dec. 10, 2009 - 12:05 a.m. John and I are making our way through traditional holiday viewings. Last night we enjoyed How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Sometime during the rest of this week, we'll tackle Since You Went Away, The Alastair Sim version of A Christmas Carol, and While You Were Sleeping. Other stuff like The Bishop's Wife and Holiday Inn will get looked at a litlte closer to Christmas itself. --- The cold front still continues here in the Bay Area. Not quite as chilly as the last two days, but when John finally puts on his coat, that means it's cold. --- The BBC Magazine had a caption contest for the picture of this fellow with all his Christmas lights. I like the one about the Alsatian. --- Last night, dinner was cheeseburgers and french fries. After I'd finished making the burger patties, I had some ground beef left over so I made a skilletful's worth of meatballs. When I told John I wanted to save the meatballs for a day or so until we could make mac and cheese to put them in, he said he wasn't sure he'd eat that. Then I said, "Just pretend it's a bunch of little Salisbury Steaks that collided with your mac and cheese." And finally, I gave him a meatball to taste all by itself. It's ground beef, with a little garlic, and a little basil. That's it. No salt, no pepper. John ate it, smiled, and then delivered the best line in recent history: "Wow, you REALLY know how to BALL your MEAT!" Then he realized what he said, and then he gave me permission to write about it here. --- Sorry not a long post. Have a good Thursday. ---
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