I came home at like 4:30 am after going out with longlost high school friends last night. I got in serious troubs with Karen and Sean for waking up the dogs. She got me back by putting the dogs in my room around 9 am to fuck with my beauty sleep.
After dragging my hungover ass out of bed, I spent my afternoon prepping 7 cornish game hens, and getting my shit together for a wild mushroom risotto. The hens were pretty on point; I wrapped them in prosciutto and topped them with a raspberry glaze. I finished the risotto with some swagrant white truffle oil, whatever. Sean added the sad looking green beans. Karen insisted I take a picture.
I did a good thing here, and am now pretty off the hook for whatever holiday transgressions are in the pipeline.
