Instead of doing my first Christmas alone in a place where I would only be thinking about Christmas last year, I accepted an awards ticket and flew up to Seattle to stay at qnetter
and Mr. qnetter
's place, together with two bouncy dogs and two very beautiful cats.
About the planes, let's just say flying still sucks but I am learning to manage it better, except when I do not. The taxi from The Loft to the Union Station shuttlebus to LAX took forever, so I made an executive decision that I would not wait for it but drive myself to LAX and park in the long-term parking. Turned out to be a questionable decision since on the morning of the 24th of December, 5 long-term parking-lots, including the LAX one itself, were all full. One hour before my fligth was scheduled to take off I was driving frantic circles along Century Blvd and LA Cienaga, always turning in front of The Westin to manage going up and down these streets, thinking I would have to cancel everything, until in desperation during one of those turns, wondering where to go next witjout having a clue, I decided I would not throw away someone else's ticket and just park at The Westin itself and eat the hundreds of dollars in hourly fees. I drive into the covered garage to see the rates, resigning myself. "Park & Fly, $15,-, 3 nights minimum". Um, what? A price slightly above average for the other lots? The security line took half an hour to clear, but I made it on to the plane. I am getting tired of running through airports, though. On the way back, The qnetter
's dropped me off so of course I had plenty of time. They don't get lost in snags like I do.
, LOMLFOML, comes from a long line of Indiana State Fair Baking Contest Blue Ribbon winners, so I asked for some baking. I ended up decorating cookies with him on Christmas Eve after he had come back from playing music at the services at his church. Now that's Christmas romance. As far as the more carbs went, on Christmas morning we were dicking around in the kitchen over what we could eat as breakfast, when LOMLFOML suddenly looked all dejected. He had turned on the oven to preheat it for baking the dinner and cinnamon rolls, but he had absentmindedly left the huge metal mixing bowl full of risen dough in the oven, so it had started baking. In the bowl. Before its final kneading. At too low a temperature. In the wrong shape.
He and qnetter
were looking at the bowl he had put on the counter, talking about how there was no time to make new dough and what to do, and what not and... I am standing there seeing a bowl of something edible, so, of course, I pick at it. I get a chunk of crust with baked dough inside. I eat it. I interrupt them: "This is delicous!" I grab more chunks. And more. qnetter
starts giggling. "No, shut up, really, this is delicious. Try it! You need to try to bake it. Maybe we can then tear it to cinnamon chunks or something." Mr. qnetter
ia not convinced but decides to give it a shot, after I finally let the bowl go. qnetter
and I go into the den to watch "Dick Tracy" on the new flat screen in HD. Twenty minutes later Mr qnetter
brings this mountaneous dome of baked dough on a wooden board in. "It won't cook in the middle. It is all gooey. We can't save this." The outside of the dome, however, is all crust from being baked against the metal of the bowl. I start picking. It is crunchy crust with moist baked carbolicious bread dough inside, still warm, steaming, fresh, fresh, fresh out of the oven. "I need butter, stat," is my answer to that defeat. The three of us eat chunks of bread, not an unrefined carb in sight, with molten butter and cinnamon-sugar dip. I think I had more 'bread' in that sitting than I have had in two years here in LA. Put together. jeffla
would have staged an intervention for me had they witnessed this. Or joined in. I'd have let them, without being territorial over the delicious carbs as I usually am: I think I ate an amount the size of my head of this baking, and it barely made a dent.
Then we went to badfaggot
had brought a cake. And of course we had the cookies I helped with. And stew. But with cake. I think for the rest of the trip I managed to eat like, two fries or something, and it didn't exactly feel like deprivation.
The whole trip was just lovely, even if it did confront me that after twenty months in LA I have been completely wuzzified: everyone's outside in sweaters and light coats and I am walking around in an Eddie Bauer coat-shaped duvet with gloves and scarves and still freezing. I slept with socks on. This from a Dutchman by way of Boston. The shame. Rain didn't bother me at all, though. I walked a lot, I shopped for furniture, I had a design consult with susandennis
who truly knows how to find the essentials in life, I had a slumber party with badfaggot
talking about everything, I went to the Gold's on Capitol Hill, I walked from there to downtown to spend an afternoon with a friend, I got covered in fox-terrier licks every time I got home. I regret having been unable to make it to The Cuff to meet badrobot68
, but it just did not work out. Besides that, my Christmas gifts not arriving (we need to start a tracking) and getting mail The Loft had flooded because of some carelesness upstairs, I had a wonderful trip.