|02:50 pm - He disappeared in the dead of winter|
Peter O'Toole is gone. Though (cough cough) he lasted many more years than I'd have given him back in the late 70s.
Otherwise spent a healthy four hours shovelling snow here and there. One 'there' was my local coffee shop whose shovel had mysteriously disappeared from out front. In thanks got a free unhealthy ham and cheese crepe. Virtue pays, occasionally.
Also made those sweated leeks the guy was talking about. Butter, a little oil, cover with parchment paper, very low heat. For several hours, actually-- forget that 40 minutes unless you want to strangle on a piece. (Leeks are the devil unless chopped fine, I conclude.) Turns them very sweet indeed; add fingerling potatoes, grate Swiss cheese on top, food of the gods. Alas that leeks are so surprisingly expensive: $2 for three, that melt into nothing at all when cooked.