As we planned our 2012 trip to Paris, one thing i was curious about was whether or not we would fall in love with the food.

Ohhhhhh, naive Past Wrdnrd.

One of our favorite places was Le Potager du Marais, a vegetarian restaurant in the 3^me arrondissement.  We went there for dinner one of our 1st nights Paris, then we went back again once littlebutfierce joined us on our second weekend.

Our other favorite place, which, alas!, we were not able to return to, was this little cafe just across from the station Rambuteau — called, conveniently enough, Le Station Rambuteau.  This is where we both fell head over heels for French cuisine.  We enjoyed escargots — a 1st for both of us — and some boeuf bourgogne.

This past autumn, i was craving boeuf bourgogne so we decided to pick up Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking and make some boeuf bourgogne for Christmas dinner.  This was not a mistake.  We’ve since made a couple of recipes out of it, and basically i just want to keep track of them which, of course, makes me turn again to my blog — my external hard drive for my personal memories.

For Valentine’s Day Andy’s company gave them M&Ms.  Remember, WOTC <3′s U!!

Andy’s going to a Zelda-themed party, so he’s been working on his cosplay:

When Washington changed their marriage paperwork to accommodate same-sex marriage, they debated replacing “wife/husband” with “spouse a/spouse b”, “applicant 1 / applicant 2″, and other varieties.  I can’t recall off the top of my head what language they chose.

Last night Andy referred to me, out of long habit, as wife.  “Spouse, dear”, i reminded him.  “Spouse”.

Andy:  Oh right!

me:  Which do you want to be?  Spouse A, or Spouse B?

Andy:  It should be Spouse A and Spouse 1.  Which do you want to be?

me:  Spouse A — the one with the letter, of course.

Andy:  Oh good, i wanted to be Spouse 1.

NERD MARRIAGE: when English and chemistry majors wed.

Andy:  “I think i love Zuko so much because his voice reminds me so much of yours sometimes.”

Texts From Cephalopods.  This is what living with Drunk Andy is like.  I am totally Squid.  At least Andy hasn’t put underwear on his head recently.  WisCon antics, man, WisCon.