Deliciousness

You know how pork usually dries out when you try to roast it?

The one we made last night didn't.

We'd been looking through our new Roasting cookbook, and then I found a pork shoulder on sale and suggested roasting it with apples. Chuckro cobbled together a recipe from three or four different ones. He brined it, seared it, and then roasted it with the apples. The result was tender and flavorful...and juicy. Really juicy. And the apples fell apart into delicious mush that could be smeared on the pork. This with fresh bread, a salad of pears, red lettuce, pecans and cheese with a vinaigrette, and chocolate toffee wedges with a nice muscat wine...oh, such a delicious dinner.

Due to a mishap involving character sheets being left somewhere not our house, the planned rpg didn't happen. Instead, we pulled random pre-gened character sheets and Chuckro ended up running us through a scenario that he'd planned for his online D&D group. Since we were playing really, really random Mage characters instead, hilariousness ensued. I can't say much more, since people reading this will get run through this scenario later, in more seriousness, but we ended up trying to make an evil sorceror into stew with a crockpot that started life as a cursed sword...

A-twitter

So my office is all a-twitter. We just had a job candidate (not for my job, a different position) walk out after an interview, leaving his interviewers unable to stop giggling. To start off, this is was a guy in his 40s or 50s with the Worst. Combover. Ever. He'd dyed the combover black (a horrible black not found in nature), but not the sides. So it was like a dull, plastic furry animal was trying to gnaw off his skull. Apparently his shirt was completely soaked through with sweat. (Umm...it's the last day of November. It's not hot out there!) The sweat ran down his arms onto their hands when they shook hands with him. He had a ten page resume. Apparently he spent the entire interview not answering questions. Instead, he insisted on showing them charts and stuff from an accordian folder he'd brought. This isn't a graphic designer - this is supposed to be a QA guy. Who wants to see the random printout from his last job, honestly? He also smelled funny and made weird faces, and made strange clicky sounds to himself as he hunted through the folder.

Anyway, they were thoroughly traumatized, and fed him some line to get him out of the office. I think if it had gone any longer, they would have tried gnawing off their own limbs to escape.

By the way

We're having a New Year's party. It was lots of fun last year. Most of the people in this area already have been sent an email, but if I scatter-brainedly left you off, or if you're going to be in the area and I didn't know that, now you know. Give us a heads-up if you think you'll be coming.

Yay! Party!