Last year Dad, J and I spent Thanksgiving with friends who served pot roast. In all fairness, it was an okay pot roast (by their own admission a little dry, but still tasty), but the company was hilarious. The mother and sister of one of the hosts were at each others throats most of the time—especially after the booze kept flowing—culminating in said mother calling said daughter “a giant bitch.” We all laughed our asses off as it was (mostly) in good fun. Said daughter insisted on bringing some kind of sugarless, gluten-free pumpkin pie thing to the disgust of pretty much everyone but my dad. Daughter set her sights on mi padre because she can’t help herself, especially when drunk like a skunk, so there was tons of flirting. Luckily I made real potatoes and an amazing apple pie.
This year I gave J options. We could go out. We could secure an invite to an event of several people we know. I could cook for the three of us. Not surprisingly, she chose the latter, so after an hour-and-a-half spin class at the Y beginning at 9, and for a small party of tres, I am making a traditional dinner…and we are doing a James Bond marathon.
See, we just purchased a whole new Samsung home theater system complete with 55” Smart HD television goodness and 3D/Blu-Ray/Surround Sound (all because J couldn’t see the small score/innings badge in the upper left of the screen on our perfectly fine 38″ during the Giants’ run at the World Series). After watching Casino Royale the other night and getting our socks blown off both visually and acoustically, decided we need more Bond…James Bond. Using a combo of Netflix and On Demand, next on the menu will be Quantum of Solace (’cause apparently we can’t get enough of Daniel Craig) and I think we’ll grab something or two with Sean Connery. I’m taking suggestions—what’s your favorite Bond?