it's a quiet night.
roomie is off visiting her family and i'm prepping for a small dinner party tomorrow night. i've actually been chopping, mincing, grating, cubing, measuring and all sorts of culinary things. i've also decided that i need a mortar and pestle. we may have one in the kitchen but i'm too tired to go digging for it.
this is just one meal to be prepared. i honestly don't know how my mother made all those dinners for us without going completely bonkers.
my prep work is done - final errands tomorrow for wine, appetizers (hello, Trader Joe's!) and maybe a different flower arrangement. i tried to do a homemade one with mums, but it's just not fabulous enough.
speaking of food, over on my other blog, i linked to this and it's been real thought provoking.
(my number, incidentally, is 222.)