Who wouldn’t love Bette Davis in a graveyard?
I pause during our viewing of Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte to make a Wrist to Forehead Sunday post. It has actually been an enjoyable Sunday, but I don’t know that I did anything particularly blog-worthy today.
A bit of snow fell last night, so I spent some time shoveling the driveway in lieu of running. Full disclosure: I shoveled for less time than I would have run. I hoped the hefting of weighty snow made up for it.
After shoveling I went to the grocery store, a chore I had meant to put off till another day. Now I have stuff for my lunch for the week. And I had onions to put in with a pork butt roast I meant to cook.
I do not cook many roasts, and I usually do them in the crock pot, which is fairly fool-proof (or should I say Cindy-proof?). I opted for the oven this time. I consulted Joy of Cooking, the internet, and my mother (via phone). Then I kind of winged it. I love cooking; it is such an inexact science, things usually turn out tasty.
A stellar cast, but where’s Cecil Kellaway?
I just thought I’d throw in another picture from the movie for good measure. We have not watched sufficient movies for a Cinema Sunday post. I’ll have to work on that for next week.
“I could spit in your eye!”
Well, what’s wrong with a Bette Davis Sunday? If only I had a martini, very dry, my life would be perfect. Happy Sunday, everyone!
Mohawk Valley Girl 