Wasn’t nearly as serene as I would have hoped (no matter how hard I tried), but I did see Fantastic Mr. Fox, which was truly and wonderfully magnificent to the point of tears. Oh, and through it all I did happen to get some excellent news.

And even though the pouch-based vegetarian mush below probably looks gross, it was actually a fairly good representation of the sorta-kinda sloppy Joe that served as my very own personal holiday feast.

Thank you.