The theme of the last couple of days has been nostalgia. I found some old friends from high school on Facebook, and we've been exchanging emails. I just don't know why I let people slip out of my life the way I do. Now I have to gather them all up again.
Tonight, I was looking through some really old photos to make a scrapbook page, pics of parents as babies, my grandparents as newlyweds, etc. I turned over a photo of my great-grandparents to see if there was a date written on the back. Instead I found a line in Swedish written by my great-grandmother. It didn't say anything significant, just "This isn't very good but I'm sending it anyway." The significant part is that I could read it without a dictionary.
I'm watching Burn After Reading, and I hate it (but I have to finish it anyway). The Coen brothers used to be so cool. Their O Brother Where Art Thou? is one of my all-time favorites. Miller's Crossing is great, and The Big Lebowski is hilarious. But I've been disappointed with everything else.
I made Cornish game hens for dinner, a first for me. I found a recipe online, "Cornish Game Hens with Garlic and Rosemary." The other magical ingredients are white wine and lemon. This was delicious! Putting the lemon and rosemary inside the hens to cook made the flavors seep into the meat. And the garlic roasts alongside the hens until it's tender and savory. My son was delighted that he had a whole little bird all to himself.