Happy New Yeee--- oh crap, it's almost March.

So last Saturday I was making Aloo Gobi - ya know - deep frying cauliflower, as you do -- and had to banish all children from the kitchen as an explosion of oil-coated water globulets went flying from the pan all over me, my stove, my floor -- I had a 2nd degree burn the size of a sesame seed right under my nose. Invisible to the eye, yet excruciatingly painful. Pity me. But due to the fantasticness of the bar in our lovely ranch house, my pal Jennie was seated out of direct range of said oil splatters and witnessed the mayhem, which made me feel kinda fabulous, like I was on an ER-Food Network hybrid drama. The Aloo Gobi was quite tasty in the end, and I'm pretty sure contained no pieces of me. (Note: dry cauliflower off before tossing in boiling oil.)

Which brings me back around to Jennie's behind. I mean where Jennie's behind was parked when said drama occurred. On our fabulous new barstools!
I'm only bragging about them because we got them for free. And I'm in love with them. My husband is awesome. My husband is awesome, but I'm in love with my barstools. Is that wrong? Good score, hubby. All it took was an hour with a toothbrush and some harsh cleansers, and voila! good as new. Friends, come try them out.

OK - it's shamefully late, Edie's still up with me as she refuses to go to sleep without the soothing sensation of yanking the hair out of my head with her bare hands. Bless her. I love the little nutter. And her big nutter sister...