I’m sitting in the dead zone right now.  At work, but existing solely to be dismissed.

Tomorrow I am going to go see Enchanted after dinner. I’d put my shame-face on but I won’t bother-it’s getting great reviews and I need the escape into something like that to get me through the day.

My dessert plans keep changing. I half want to make a poached apple now. I know these are originally made with red wine but I’m somewhat wary of wine on account of my butt. What else can one poach an apple in? I’m not even sure if it’s the chemicals in wine that are sending me over, or the alcohol, to tell you the truth. I don’t care though-even if it’s the alcohol and that burns off I just want to avoid spending the holiday screaming on the floor of my bathroom, thanks.  I was thinking of baking it in apple cider as a compromise but lo and behold, no one has bloody apple cider! Also, my heart has turned against the farmer’s market, though I did stop by today to buy J the wheatgrass I turned down in lieu of the terrible heirloom tomatoes last week.