During this upcoming week, TheLimey and I both have our birthdays, two days apart. My original plan was to celebrate by aggressively Doing Nothing when we got together next weekend, having gotten a good deal of work done this weekend. However, as I have been having overwork rebound exacerbated by the holiday weekend, this means that I got a good start on Doing Nothing already this weekend.
One thing (not on my list) I did recently accomplish was the traditional holiday consumption of sherry and roast chestnuts while watching Regency House Party. Okay, so maybe the PBS part is not traditional, but it should be. It's a great antidote for commercial TV reality shows, which are largely uneducational, but has all the interpersonal soap-opera machinations that one could want.
I had been hearing about these chestnuts ad nauseum lately, so that when I actually saw some of the $4/lb nippers for sale at Meijer, of course I had to get them. Not having (legal) access to an open fire, I had to roast them in the oven after having a chestnut expert score them, expertly, with an X. To me, a chestnut novice, they were like tiny popcorn-flavored potatoes in a furry, bitterish, peachlike skin and a crispy shell/coat. One of those food items that are compellingly eatable.