This Has All Happened Before.

Did I mention that I figured out how to make our new espresso pot stop whistling like a dying tea kettle? You just have to brew it under very low heat so the pressure doesn't spike. Science! But it took me a half a dozen experiments to figure it out. Patience wins the day, though. Speaking of patience, & the glacial grind of constant effort, Jenny's has paid off, so it seems, so we were celebrating! Killing the fatted calf & all that. It was Television Night, so we cut loose a bit! A bit. Starting with some white wine-- an assuming bottle of whatever, I ended up making ranai chug it when she got home-- we had: Crispin Honey Crisp Artisanal Reserve, a hard cider that was too sweet for my preference, but that fatbutts loved & had her dude James go out to buy two more bottles of; Left Hand Fade To Black Volume Three, that pepper porter that we'd had previously at TV Night & liked; Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin, a little bubble David brought to uncork for congratulatory cheers, Smuttynose Winter Ale, which, wait, did I actually have one of these? & the Brooklyn Sorachi Ace which I associate with Jenny's last birthday & really is just a killer beer. Getting started with Television Night was hard going; we were waiting, then we were cooking-- Jenny made steak & bok choy-- then we were arguing about what to watch, then James had to go out to pick up food...it was a whole thing. We settled on the first episode of the Battlestar Galactica miniseries. Everyone is so young, which makes me feel super old. Even Edward James Olmos seems young, somehow-- but then I just think about Bladerunner & I remember. It is crazy! I don't think the show really hits its stride until the series proper starts up, but oh man! Starbuck! Baltar! & my very favorite, Six! Plus, you know, planets being pounded into rubble with rippling chains of nukes. & cylon Centurions! Knives for hands!