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As the wind and the rain raced around outside the apartment, I have been hiding inside, wearing the editorial hat. And watching old horror movies on t.v. And cooking. Because, y'know, what else is one to do when one has spoils of the hunt from William-Sonoma?

( behold, the noble meatloaf! )

And now, onward to clean the kitchen. Dishes. Wheee. I need Staff. Or at least a kitchen-boy.