We just got back from finally seeing ALL of “Sweeney Todd.”
And, oh, do I have a lot to say about it! Lots. A lotty-lot-lots.
On the other hand, it’s New Year’s weekend, for poosake, and I have to gather my scattered thoughts and recover from my attempt to magically heal my plague-ridden husband last night with a feast of turkey and stuffing and garlic mashed potatoes and Riesling gravy and blood and sweat and tears and swear words. Huge pearly onion tears. Huge pearly onion swears. Frankly, I blame Martha Stewart and her unrealistic expectations of what it means to be a turkey-roastin’, gravy-makin’ woman in this world.
Stupid Martha Stewart. Back to the hoosgow with you!
So my review will appear, oh, sometime in the next few days, I think.
Being a turkey shaman is so very draining.
Also, I burnt the roof of my mouth last night because my hot cocoa with marshmallows was way too hot.
So this is suffering on a grand scale, you see.
Synch!
I made turkey for the bed-fast hubby (back spasms from trying to move a piano!) too. Just a breast, and Stovetop did the stuffing, though there were fresh green beans and homemade cranberry relish.
He was last in the buffet line Christmas and all the turkey was gone- a fact he’s been mentioning regularly since last Tuesday. So, I cooked one.
Can’t wait for the definitive Sweeney review…
I just saw it, too, and look very much forward to discussing it…
but until then – I’m just loving that you say “for poosake”