Nine o'clock in the morning and I've got my red velvet cake in the oven. fishbowlDC may have declared my dessert pretentious, but that'll never stop me from baking up some unnaturally colored chocolate treats. Although, they might have been referring to that strawberry-spinach salad, but it's from my sister in rural Kentucky, it can't be pretentious. And the whole shrimp scampi thing... well, that's Barefoot Contessa, so they've probably got me there.
Anyway, New Year's Eve party tonight so most of my day will be spent in the kitchen preparing. Nothing too awful fancy this year. Artichoke spinach dip with my secret ingredient, sausage-cheddar balls (which are nothing like chocolate salty balls, in case you're wondering), raspberry-almond shortbread cookies, various cheeses, crunchy vegetables, and fried ravioli. Are fried ravioli pretentious, or just upwardly-mobile white trash cuisine? If you have an opinion, be sure to let me know.
Speaking of white trash, I keep meaning to say something about the whole let's-get-rid-of-the-immigrants policy in Manassas, Va., other than just pointing out the obvious "that's why they call it Manasshole" thing. It's just such a stunning display of family values when a local government gets together to declare that nephews just ain't kin, especially if they're brown and speak English with an accent. About the only fun thing about this whole moronic situation is that I get to be both a liberal and a conservative in my opposition. I'm very liberal on immigration issues, and I'm appalled by the obvious racism underlying the Manassas family definition law. And I'm a conservative on property rights, and the idea of a government defining who is and is not my family and determining who is eligible to live in my home makes my inner redneck want to reach for the buckshot.
Maybe that will provide some common grounds for others in the state to come in and (not-so-gently) explain to Manassas that their policy will change. Now.
Anyway, on a more upbeat note, happy New Year to everyone -- except, perhaps the town fathers and mothers of Manassas.