Dinner tonight was fantastic--backed boneless chicken breasts stuffed with basil, chopped nuts, and parmesan cheese, served with diced russet potatoes, with the whole lot covered in a glaze of honey, olive oil, and balsamic vinegar. Very, very tasty. The baking pan was a pain to wash, though; had to let it soak for a couple of hours before I could get anything out of it. I suppose I could have used magic, but... *shrug* I didn't feel like it. Sometimes, there's more of a feeling of accomplishment from not using magic.
My boss gave me a pile of reading material to get through in preparation for the potions conference next week. I guess the old saying is true: "The learning never stops." (g)
The Pack and I think we've narrowed down who Erzsebet's ancestor might be. We're figuring either Vladimir Ivanovich or Zascha Kertesz. We're very worried about her and hope she'll at least send us word that she's all right.
Yes, Zascha or Vladimir, that's a completely transparent message to you--whoever you might be.