Holy Cooking, Batman!

It's possible I set some sort of personal cooking record today, bracketed by a meeting and dealing with the car window repairs amidst a pending rainstorm, just to keep things interesting. In short order, I: cooked 4 tarts (two herbed tomato, two leek confit + aged goat cheese) poached 4 pounds of salmon made the frosting for and then iced a chocolate-almond cake deboned and shredded two large roast chickens made olive-artichoke dip for twenty threw together some din for the boys thawed some short rib ragu and cooked pasta to go with it (well, we needed dinner)

and planned for the rest I've to prepare tomorrow.

The boys and I had a terrific dance party to various YouTubed videos of their (my children) hit songs, and now I'm in hysterics over last night's The Daily Show playing in the background.

Have y'all seen the footage of the racist, lunatic ass-wipe from Nevada, Cliven Bundy, who appears to have just come back alive after having been frozen in carbonite in, oh, 1840? He not only refuses to pay the back-taxes he's now about 16 years behind on but also had an armed standoff with reps from the Bureau of Land Management (who were attempting to procure said back-taxes) AND went on and on about how slavery was better for blacks than emancipation or any time since. Oh.My.God. It takes a lot to stun me, and watching him, I was stunned. How grotesque and tragically antiquated.