It’s My Birthday, So I Just Ordered Dragon Rolls.

Before the school year started, all the teachers in my building had to take a DISC survey to figure out what our dominant personality traits are.  This probably more telling than if I’m more S than C or whatever, but I don’t remember my results–although, the descriptor kept saying that I really enjoy planning parties.  Accurate. Throw a theme in the mix, and I’m at my happiest. During the Super Bowl, as soon as I saw the Bud Light commercial, I told Adam that I wanted Dragon Rolls and Bud Light at my Game of Thrones Birthday watch party.  Dilly Dilly.

Because they are more committed to the actual premise of this blog than I am, Tim and Gretchen Paluch made something to bring over: Three-Eyed Raven Wraps that look suspiciously like Thai Chicken Wraps.  No further explanation provided or needed. Other friend contributions came all the way from Tennessee: Tim Gass & Erin Seidler (& Hank!) sent a bottle of Johnny Walker Whitewalker all the way from Memphis. I’m not working tomorrow, so I may just partake.  When you put it in the freezer, it says “Winter is Here.” Best gift! IMG_8488

The preview for tonight’s episode was pretty ominous with a wheelchair in a million parts at the bottom of the stairs.  I don’t think Bran dies this episode, but I do think that he’s going to warg into either the Night King or a dragon this episode.  Theon, though? Theon is at the top of my Deadpool. Gass & Seidler bought my baby a little Lightbringer and a birth gift, but my nephew Theo(N!) broke it this week.  If that’s not ominous, I don’t know what is.

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Greyworm is dead in the first 12 minutes.  Sansa will and should rule all. Phil Schriver believes that Arya will die of an STD this episode.  He also thinks that Sansa is going to kill Bran and  Cersei will die by falling down some stairs. He has a gift.

I’m back to cooking again next week. I might add that the Nicoise salad I made last week was inedible and I wound up eating box mac and cheese for dinner (not pictured).  My baby loved garbage salad, however, and ate black olives like a monster. I don’t know where this menu is headed, but whatever I make is going to be inspired by the first or last death of the evening.  Get your deadpools out. Make a GOT alter and light a candle every time a big players dies. Say a prayer for the undead. etc. etc.

 

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