the girl who never posts recipes anymore

I recently splurged on this:

The book, not the dog.

I've spent hours with it, reading and drooling over the photos and wishing Thomas Keller were my bitch. I mean, personal chef. What I have not done is cooked from it. I have not made the Spring Vegetable Garbure or the Roasted Beet and Potato Salad or even the Blowtorch Prime Rib Roast. Soon, I swear.

Other things I swear:

1. I swear I didn't notice when I read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo last fall whether the prose was good or bad (this was during that period after my dog died when I thought Twilight was brilliant, so clearly I was vulnerable and not judging books by the quality of the words inside them). But I just finished The Girl Who May or May Not Have Killed Three People, or whatever the second book is called, and the writing is so poor I was at times embarrassed for Stieg Larsson. Which doesn't matter at all: I could not put it down and am seriously considering breaking my no-hardcovers rule to buy The Girl Who Lives Happily Ever After With Both Fucking Kalle Blomkvist and Miriam Wu, which I hope is the title of the third book.

2. I swear, the yachtsman MADE me post this video.