There is a pork shoulder marinating in my refrigerator, and I am unreasonably excited about tomorrow's pulled pork sandwiches. Somewhere in Alberta, Lynnie is jealous.
Also, I watch a little too much of the Food Network: I find myself narrating while I'm cooking.
Also also, I'm going to have to phone KitchenAid, because our mixer is making strange clicking noises, and we're scared that metal parts are grinding against each other. This saddens me. (The thought of how much it will cost to ship it to them to be fixed also saddens me. I wish I could find a small appliance repair shop in town.)