So this weekend the PIC (Partner-in-Crime, in case you don't know) and I saw some kick ass friends from the great state of Maine who came to visit us and NYC and they brought us some homemade sausage. That's right - HOMEMADE SAUSAGE. Try not to drool. They brought us several kinds and a big side of bacon. Now, I have never had real bacon before and ladies and gentlemen, it ROCKS. We cut bacon strips from the side of... pig, I'm assuming, and I fried that shit right up. It was finger-smacking good.
I can easily say that I've never eaten that much pork in one weekend in my life. And I certainly enjoyed it.
If you are interested in purchasing said meat products from my friend who makes them for sale, drop me a line and I'll get you in contact with him. It DOES go especially well (if I may do some self-promotion here... Oh! You may! You may!) with Harriett's Hot Mustard which I make.
We also watched the French movie "A Christmas Tale" which is in theatre's right now, but is also conveniently available On Demand through HBO. It stars Catherine Deneuve and several other well-known French actors, and was ... okay. I was hoping to add another film to my current favorite holiday favorites (Home for the Holidays being my all-time favorite minus the implausible love-relationship between Holly Hunter and Dylan McDermott), but alas, this was not to be.
The film opens with Deneuve being diagnosed with a rare form of blood cancer and her children's complex and extremely strained relationships with one another being mapped out for the audience. That, in and of itself, was not enough to put me off because the Voice described as a "comedy" and I, more than most, am willing to admit that those things that bring us the most despair are often the funniest. And there are some wonderful moments amongst the family members whose comments to one another are brimming, nay DRIPPING, with sarcasm and wit. This does not, sadly, make up for the fact that most of the characters just don't JIVE.
Perhaps if I had not approached it with the pre-set context of "holiday film" in my mind I would have warmed to it more... but likely not. It's too strained, frayed and ... well, too FRENCH for my tastes. And I love me some French cinema.
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