Guilty (sort-of) Pleasures

I turned forty-something+1 on Friday. It was a pretty good day, until I opened the gaily-wrapped package on the dining room table and saw this:



Then it was a freakin' AWEsome day.

I will admit to harboring a small and entirely innocent (I am, after all, a semi-respectable married woman) crush on Michael Ruhlman. I don't know whether to thank or curse Ali for introducing me to his blog.

Anyway, gentle readers, I will be away from the blogosphere for a bit...I will until then be badgering my dear husband to finish the design on the kitchen remodel and learning, once and for all, how to make a decent reduction sauce for red meat.