The Weekly: 12/29/2016

Photo: Lauren Layne

hello people who say "merry christmas" or "happy holidays." and hello people who say "bah humbug" [i can think of a few...]


Merry Christmas vs Happy Holidays

Before this holiday season started I was firmly in the Merry Christmas camp.

I don't believe in the religious part of the holiday [I believe in presents], but I wanted to say "Merry Christmas" because, to me, "Happy Holidays" was something people say when they're afraid of offending other people.

And I don't care about offending other people.

But then again, I've never encountered someone who's been offended at me saying "Merry Christmas." If they say "Happy Holidays" in return, I get it. Maybe Christmas isn't their jam but they still want to get in on the holiday festivities [I'm pretty much doing the same thing, right?]

No one's ever said "STOP IT with the Christmas cheer! I'm Jewish. I thought you guys got the message loud and clear about 2000 years ago..." 

Anyway, I had an epiphany [ <-- for my Catholic friends out there], and realized that Happy Holidays isn't about not offending someone, it's about spreading cheer in general. Which I kinda dig. 

Plus, it's WAY shorter than saying "Have a merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you may or may not choose to celebrate, regardless of whether you also celebrate the religious aspects of said holiday...OH! and have a happy New Year!"

And since I'm all about brevity [this intro is getting long...], I'm going with Happy Holidays.

Happy Holidays,
     Anthony


...Radio Silence...

I was sick for a few weeks and decided not to create one of these magnificent masterpieces we've collectively come to know as The Weeklys [Weeklies? Weekly's?!?]. 

I know you've missed me.

I know because I haven't received nearly the number of fan mails [usually zero] telling me, very explicitly, all the ways in which people miss me. 

[I also haven't seen any unsubscribes...]

But rest assured, I am back!

At least until I forget, or get sick, or have something more important come up [like anything really]. But until then, I'm all yours. Every Thursday. [Until I'm not.]


Holiday Recipe: Sous Vide Standing Rib Roast

This is the way I'll be doing my prime rib roasts from here on out!

If you didn't get a sous vide immersion heater for Christmas, it's time to treat yo'self

We had friends and fellow Christmas orphans Sophie and Jason over for dinner this holiday season. I wanted to keep things simple yet tasty and, after several cocktail-fueled brainstorming sessions with Wiff, decided on a Meat & Potatoes theme.

[This is the Meat part of Meat & Potatoes, in case you were confused where I was going with this.]

ChefSteps has a remarkably easy recipe. Check it out!


The Humbug Spritzer

 

Santa drinks because you're bad.

 

Anthony's Man-Cold Man-Grog

 
look at that luscious chest hair...

look at that luscious chest hair...

 

This grog got me through the darkest days of my Man-Cold [did I mention I was sick?]. It was touch-and-go for a while, but I pulled through.

Special thanks to Wiff for being a loving and doting nurse during my time of need, for which I was able to repay her after I gave her my Man-Cold... 😐


I'm trying something new...

 
 

I'm trying something new and want to field test it with you, my thousands [millions?] of diehard, constantly cheering fans. It's a short video of me making food [I'm really selling this, I know]. There's an anonymous form on here where you can share your feedback, write me a love letter, or tell me how you love wearing sweatpants. The link is in my bio.


IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!

Tomorrow marks our 10 year anniversary. It's a little weird, because at such a young age, we're coming up on the point where we've been together longer than we've not. We dated for 6 years and have been married for 10, and I'm only 33 years old...aaaaand this is too much math for this late at night. The point is, it's hard remembering what life was like before we were together.

I knew from the moment my little teenage heart got its sights on Wiff [Fernie back then] that we would get married someday. And I told her that.

Which probably wasn't the smartest first move...

"Hi. My name's Anthony. Someday we're uh... we're gonna wed. Just thought you should know."
"Aren't you that creeper who works in the light booth?"

It feels like just yesterday I asked her to hold my pizza sticks in our high school hallway so I could run into the office and pick up the flowers my mom dropped off for me to give her. Why I asked her to hold the pizza sticks is beyond me. [With pizza sticks, trust no one.] But I needed an excuse to keep her busy while I got the flowers. And she didn't eat the sticks, so I knew things would work out.

Convincing her to start dating took 6 months. We were best friends and she didn't want to risk a breakup harming our friendship [did she NOT get the memo about our destiny?]. Anyway, fast forward 16 years and we're still best friends [although she'd probably say I'm still that creeper from the lightbooth].

We've moved 6 times in 7 years. We've switched careers and are living a life we absolutely adore.

It took work.

A LOT of work.

And we're not done yet. But life together is pretty awesome.

It's awesome because we're a damn good team. I think because we laugh a lot. Like a lot a lot. 

I can't imagine a better partner to share random road trips to Maine or Manhattans on a crumbling bench in Butte, MT. I wouldn't want to wake up at 4am and immediately laugh at a dog fart with anyone else. 

Here's to ten more years of easy laughter and easier love.

I love you, Fernie!

 
 
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