Although 2005 was, in terms of American politics, a very fucked up year, I am not flashing the finger here in a display of disgust at, say, the Bush Administration's numerous debacles.
If you look more closely, you'll see that I'm holding a New Year's hors d'oeuvre. The delicacy consists of two types of mushrooms that Ira fried in spices and then cooked with cream to create a thick paste that was placed inside a pastry shell and baked. Tasty.
For those who have asked, we had a low key New Year's Eve. We stayed home, eating and drinking moderately. At midnight we ventured out briefly, heading to the river downtown to watch the fireworks.
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