Today, Mr. Big Food and I met with our attorney. We actually have more than one attorney. One is a high priced, high power guy who we have on retainer. He’s also the girls’ attorney. We also have a power firm financial consultant who makes grappling hooks. And then we have our local, licensed to
At the end of the day, you will want to be eating a fresh picked salad with some homemade dressing and some fresh picked peas.
You will want to put your drink down and swallow now. But of course, the real news is not what happens in the meeting, but what happens outside. A couple of parents started feeding the gaggle of media with some priceless doctoral level political science dissertations. One mama asked essentially, what happens when some man
I did some reading today. You?
That’s a Heron over there.
The other day, on the Radio, I heard a Jackson, Mississippi law enforcement officer describe a decomposed dead body as having: “… no identity regarding sex, race, or gender.” The fact that the skeleton was shirtless and wearing “basketball shorts” was not a clue. I have had it with this stupid shit. Be & do
I have a Tea Cart. And Gardenias. I think the World would be a much nicer place if more of its inhabitants would aspire to have a Tea Cart. And Gardenias. Key word: aspire. Work for it.
From Clifton’s Silver Spoon Restaurant, a long-time downtown L.A. eatery. ZUCCHINI MONTEREY Serves 5 1 ½ lbs zucchini, cubed Boiling salted water (for cooking zucchini) 4 eggs, beaten lightly ½ C milk ½ tsp Accent 1 tsp salt Dash cayenne pepper 2 tsp baking powder 3 Tbsp flour ¼ C fresh parsley, chopped 4 oz
Awful photo. Sorry. But… damn fine ribs! Mr. Big Food says to tell you he used “regular beef ribs.” And once again, a blurb from the cookbook from which this recipe came: Beef short ribs are a highly flavorful cut, and slow cooking makes the meat so tender it almost falls off the bone. Parboiling
Apparently, I did not take a photograph of the finished burgoo. I am sorry. The finished burgoo is a stew. Mr. Big Food cooked it over the course of two days– well worth the effort. We had it for supper on Derby Day! The recipe is from Craig Claiborne’s Southern Cooking (1987). Here’s part of
And have nothing more to say. ~~ That’s actually not the whole truth. In that stack of books is one titled, “Hungary and the Superpowers: The 1956 Revolution and Realpolitik” by János Radványi published by Stanford University Press, Stanford, California, in 1972. It’s a little book– as “I hope to get tenure” academic books typically
Contemplation by William Wade Eternities had passed, it seemed. I sat and watched my watch and dreamed. I twinged my fingers, twirled my chain, And twinged and twirled and twinged again, Till apprehension of my fate Had caused the ruffling of my pate, When suddenly amid my woe The wife appeared all dressed to go!
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures.
“Okay, hey, Missy.” “Marica! I would like to tell a story. I’m sure I could do my story justice. I am well versed in the English Language. It would be a story about a little dog named Bebe and my friend Gilbert, and my dear Friend Rocky and me– I mean myself– and ” “Missy….
What other explanation could there be for my silence? “Gone fishin’” is the grown-up equivalent of playing hooky. It’s the middle of the week! This man should be sitting at his desk in his ill-lit recycled-air-conditioned office reading philosophy papers. But is that what he’s doing? No. He is on a boat cruising into the
The sun sets over the Farm. [The bright light is the pole light. The sun’s over there on the right. That is the moon up there.] I hope Daughter C and J will be amused.
Honest to goodness, this is not a political blog. But I’m inclined to suggest to you that if you aren’t paying attention, you should be. This snippet– which I know you will not read– really says a lot about what’s going on in America right now. Imagine, though, if McCain had decided last year —