Phew! Big sigh of relief that Barack Obama is finally about to become our president. My neighbor Adriane sent me a link to a post about Kate Clinton doing a smudge stick ceremony at the White House to get rid of the bad Bush mojo. I have no idea if this is true or not, but I feel like I need to do the same thing at my radio and television.
Anyway. We went to a lovely Inauguration Party yesterday at our neighbors Ruth and Jon’s house*, and Ruth made Obama Chili, which is apparently the chili he likes. You know, in case he stopped by or anything. So I made some salted toffee (I know it’s not salted caramels, but I this was easier). It was too easy, in fact. I should have added more salt (and I didn’t use fleur de sel, because I didn’t have any, but used coarse sea salt). I felt like I was adding a ton, but then Zuzu woke up from her nap and started crying and so I just sprinkled on what salt was in my hand, all the time thinking, “This is too much salt.” But you could barely taste it. The toffee (which is made of nothing but poisons) is unbelievably tasty on its own, though, so it was ok.
My only other thought was to bring a big bunch of arugula to the party, and that didn’t seem very festive (though it would have been a lot healthier).
*It was a very lovely party until the very end when I clutzily tripped and stubbed my toes so momentously that I actually broke two of them. If this had been a McCain Pity Party I would totally be blaming the government, but, being a celebration party, I’m feeling the audacity of hopefulness despite broken toes.