pantryslut

I meant to make cheese fondue on Sunday for the Superbowl, but I didn't. So I made it last night instead. It was good, and melted instantly and smoothly. It tasted too boozy (wine-y) for G.'s taste, though. I wonder how it would do with about a half-cup less wine. Or, conversely, more cheese.

I skipped the kirsch, used brandy instead. That was fine.

I also grated my thumb on the very sharp grater. Ow, ow, ow. And ow. Did I mention ow? It stings.

Yes, I am voting tonight, after work. I don't talk about politics much here, but that is for a number of reasons. Electoral politics in particular. And I can't think that my personal endorsement is going to sway anyone, so there's that. I certainly don't keep my views a secret, though, I don't think, although if anyone is curious about any aspect of them (or, heck, anything else) they are always welcome to ask.

I considered registering as a permanent absentee voter this year, but I have to admit there is something gratifying about walking down -- as a household -- to the fire station, seeing my neighbors, taking the time to stand in the booth. This morning, thanks to the radio, I was reminded of how my parents used to take me into the booth with them. I like the community feeling and the continuity. This is an important part of the process for me, apparently.