Archive for December, 2002


December 14, 2002 - 11:42 pm 3 Comments

I recommend that everyone should go out to eat by themselves at least once. Since hub and the kids are in Houston tonight, I took myself to Jeffrey’s. The food was so good that I could hardly stand it. If it were not so uncouth to gnaw on bones and lick plates, I’d have done it. I ordered myself the 5 course tasting menu, which is 5 smallish courses rather than full sized ones. The meal started out with caviar on chive blinis with a vodka creme fraiche, then a seared scallop with a sort of a cheesy corn fritter and garlic cream, then seared foie gras with orange rosemary pound cake and pomegranite sauce, then a lamb t-bone with a sweet potato and wild mushroom tart, and last but not least, gingerbread with eggnog ice cream.

It was most interesting to eavesdrop on my neighbors. At one table were a man and woman, married I think, who seemed a little overwhelmed by the restaurant but seemed very down to earth and friendly.

Another table were a man and woman, and the man spent a good amount of time being a Trent Lott apologetic (“He was just trying to make the old guy feel good” – maybe so, but when you’re in a high position like that you simply must watch what you say in public). It seems to me as well that there’s no need to say that “this black guy” did such and so. You wouldn’t say that “this white guy” did it, would you? Why can’t he just be “this guy”?

Last but not least were a man and woman who seemed to have completely lost that lovin’ feelin. The woman spent a good 5 minutes straight harranguing the man – “You’re negative, you have a bad attitude about everything, and that’s why we never have any fun”, and so on. The man didn’t have a lot to say, and what little he did say was very quiet. I’m amazed that they were able to eat. How can anyone eat at such an unhappy table?

Still, I had a very enjoyable meal. It’s nice to go to a place where people know you. Hub and I do some work for the restaurant so we’ve gotten to know some of the people who work there. Made me feel like a minor star when I was greeted by name by several people – although I’m sure that George W. gets a more effusive greeting when he stops in to dine.

Get this – I got all my Christmas shopping done today. Tonight I’m addressing cards, and tomorrow I’ll probably wrap all day. Riddle me this – is it bad form to use a return address sticker with just my name on it, and no mention of hub, on Christmas cards?


December 14, 2002 - 8:05 pm 1 Comment

Honey, I dropped the Sarin!
A yummy Christmas recipe. No, really. I mean it. It’s good.
Wondering where the tuition money goes? Check it out – people write in reports of biased teachings.
Responding to anti-war arguments.
Spicoli, er, ex-Mr. Madonna, er, he-who-punches-out-photographers, er, Sean Penn is now apparently a world traveler and respectable political pundit. You know, I have views too – should they carry more weight because I haven’t been in a movie where I got high and pounded myself in the head with a shoe? You decide.
This is just wrong. And painful, looks like.

I think, though I’m not sure, that this may be the very recipe that I used to go ape for when I was a kid. Other kids would say their favorite food was pizza or ice cream; mine was always squash casserole:

* 2 tablespoons butter or margarine
* 2 cups yellow onion, diced
* 4 pounds yellow squash, sliced 3/8 inch thick
* 8 ounces Velveeta, cut in 3/4 inch cubes
* 1 cup cream of celery soup (undiluted)
* 1 cup green chiles, diced
* 1/2 cup bread crumbs
* Parsley for garnish

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a 14-inch pan, saute onion in butter. Add squash and cook until slightly softened. Squash will release a lot of water, which must be drained. Mix squash and onion with cheese, soup, and green chiles and place in oiled casserole dish. Cover with bread crumbs and bake about 30 minutes or until hot throughout. Garnish with parsley and serve. Makes 10 big servings.


December 13, 2002 - 5:50 pm 2 Comments

Today hub’s taking both kids to Houston while I stay home with the dog and cats. Ostensibly this is so I can go do Christmas shopping tomorrow, but I’m pondering staying in my pajamas all day and reading some more of House of Leaves. Tonight I’m going to order in some food, watch Pay Per View, then go to bed and sleep until noon. Hah!

Oh yeah, and obsessively worry that hub and kids have been in a fiery awful accident. Almost forgot that part.


December 11, 2002 - 12:20 am 3 Comments

There’s this house that I live in, in my dreams. It’s huge, with 3 or 4 stories, and the entire top floor isn’t used yet. The previous owners moved out and left all sorts of stuff there. Last night I found their towels and photographs. The towels were under a bed, and the photographs were in the TV armoire (which also contained stereo equipment that was left behind). I usually dream about the house when I need to go to the bathroom. There’s a bathroom on the unused top floor that I always end up using.

I also have recurring dreams about a ranch. I’ve never been there before, but I know it like the back of my hand. The deer always come out at sunset, and every once in a while we see something incredible on the horizon, like a mushroom cloud or an alien ship.

I visit my ranch or my house about once a week. Anyone else have recurring dreams? What would you do if you ended up at the place that you dreamt about? Would you want to buy it and live there, or run away screaming?


December 10, 2002 - 3:16 am Comments Off on Ponderous

Is it just me, or are Ben Kingsley and Larry David separated at birth?

Well that was depressing.

December 10, 2002 - 2:41 am 4 Comments

Requiem for a Dream

It’s like Trainspotting with absolutely no semblance of a happy ending.

Good grief. I think I’m going to go cry myself to sleep now.


December 9, 2002 - 5:34 pm 2 Comments

Look at these cute kids.

Can you smell it?

December 8, 2002 - 4:31 pm 4 Comments

I want to go on a holiday baking binge. I want to make a pumpkin pie, spice cookies, sugar cookies, gingerbread, whiskey balls… perhaps a turkey too. Other people tire of holiday food, and I do not. The holidays are the best time to eat.