Thanks for what? o.O;

From a people perspective, this holiday has been hell (alliteration for the win). My grandfather sent me a ridiculous e-mail, like he usually does. Fam called and got pissed because I was in a bad mood because three of the four caterpillars in our hot treatment have disappeared completely. So yeah, pissy mood.

But dinner? Whole other story, yo. I cooked it myself: Breast of duck marinated in pepper ginger sauce and then cooked covered in shredded pineapple to make it spicy-sweet and tender, too. Served on a bed of white rice with bamboo shoots, baby corn, and tofu (which I should have cooked with the duck, because this time it tasted like corn. Must pay more attention to the peer pressure tofu undergos, since it seems to be very sensitive.) Green grapes, ceaser salad, green tea, champagne, and a cream soda float for dessert. All eaten off my antique red plates and my silver, and in the case of the tea, my Bavarian china.

Who fucking needs cranberry sauce?