Why is it physically, psychically and mentally impossible to make anything less than a vat of soup when making soup? No matter how determined I am at the start to make only enough for me for a few meals, I end up with enough to feed the multitudes. It’s as though it grows on its own no matter what I do.
A perfect Saturday
Saturday, 3 PM. My dogs woke up long enough to eat and move to their downstairs bed.Even the birds are having trouble staying awake long enough to put out squak or two. I didn’t even make it to the shower until 2 PM. The most productive thing I’ve done so far is a load of wash, and I only did that because I was running out of underwear. I have leftovers to heat for dinner. Three hours of Big Bang Theory reruns taped to watch. Popcorn to make. Wood to burn in the fireplace to take the chill off the
My favorite survey
My favorite are the surveys that ask if you plan to vote Democrat or Republican in the upcoming election and when you answer that it depends on who is running because you vote for a candidate and not a party, they tell you that’s not an acceptable answer.
Ah democracy in America in 2013… truly an endangered species.
No real reason
No real reason to run this picture except it keeps me from having to think of something for today and it shows my baby sister at her finest… ok, and maybe embarrasses her just a little which is only icing on the cake. After all, what’s the use of having a kid sister if you can’t embarrass her every once in awhile… and by that, I mean embarrass her beyond the embarrassment she suffers every time we go somewhere and she hasn’t had the chance to correct my outfit before we’re seen in public. Actually, looking at this picture makes
Christmas is about memories – making them, remembering them
My sister Judy has a friend named Paula. They’ve been best buddies since kindergarten. Judy was in Paula’s wedding, is godmother to her daughter, and spends every Christmas out in California with Paula and her family. Despite some family cynicism, I believe Judy would spend every Christmas there even if Paula didn’t live in sunny southern California, thus allowing Judy a reprieve from the fun of a Northeast winter.
My Christmas present to Judy was a package of King Crab that she and Paula could serve on Christmas Eve. Italian tradition demands that Christmas Eve be not only meatless, but
I thought tomorrow was Christmas
I’ve simply not had time to get my Scrooge on yet. But I have enough of it on to stay away from children and others of good cheer on this day. Apparently wishing everyone a Bah Humbug is considered by some bad taste. Bah Humbug to them, I say.
The most obnoxious Christmas commercials…
The ones where the little kids get on Santa’s lap and ask for cars with a snotty tone and an obnoxious demeanor. Who the hell thought those stupid commercials up?
Gigi
Watched Gigi while making Grandmom Zeccardi’s sweet bread. Sang at the top of my lungs. Scared the birds to death. Dogs hid in office downstairs. I was in my thirties before I watched it and understood that she was being groomed to be a mistress. In my Catholic school youth, I couldn’t ever figure out why she got so mad the first time he asked her out. Now I look at it and think the most relevant and beautiful song in the whole movie is Maurice Chevalier singing “I’m Glad I’m Not Young Anymore”.
Alaska King Crab
Best Christmas present ever to give. Size doesn’t matter. Color not an issue. Never goes out of style. Just add some melted butter, pour yourself some vodka over ice to cut the buttery overload that eventually happens in your mouth and VOILA! good eating.
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This is what happens
The shortest day of the year and the shortest memory of the need to blog something. Consider this the blog. Now I’m going back to bed.