Nina and the Redwall Feast

A very successful trip to the grocery store! I got clementines (yay!) and adorable holiday slippers, which are intended to infuse my apartment with holiday cheer, as I am far too lethargic about decorating to cheerify it otherwise.

Although I did buy a Christmas ornament, which hangs off the curlicues on my headboard and cheerifies the room! At the Nutcracker there was a table of ornaments, and after much dithering (do I want a mouse with a sword? A Nutcracker ornament? An ornament which is just the top half of a Nutcracker, which is kind of creepy really?) I got a ballerina in a pale blue tutu.

"I will call her Nina," I thought - after Nina in Black Swan - and then I thought naming one of my Christmas ornaments after Nina was perhaps a bad idea - but alas, the name had stuck already.

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I also had dinner out tonight with a couple of friends. "You know what we should cook?" I said. "A Redwall feast."

(The Redwall books are replete with descriptions of food. Wheels of cheese, delicious trout, seed cakes, goodness knows what else...are there tarts? I want there to be tarts.)

Everyone liked this idea. Redwall feast next Friday! If it actually goes through, I will come back bearing photographs.

"We could make literary meals a thing next term," Rick said thoughtfully.

"Harry Potter feast?" I suggested. But we agreed that in fact, the Harry Potter food doesn't lend itself to a feast. A dessert-tasting, maybe. A full dinner? No. "A Lord of the Rings dinner!" I said.

"But you couldn't do all the Lord of the Rings food in one night," said Rick.

"We'd do it, night after night," I replied. "It would be...a Ring cycle."