Monday, February 26, 2007


I love to cook so it's no hardship for me to spend time on Sundays cooking for the upcoming week. Cooking is also a great stress reliever for me. The last two weeks at work have been quite stressful so I, uh, went a little crazy this past Sunday.

Clockwise, from top left: porkchop alla pizzaiola; Tuscan salad; spaghetti with asparagas, mozzarella and prosciutto; chicken saltimbocca; and spaghetti alla carbonara. Not shown: shrimp tossed in pesto sauce which was Sunday night's pre-Oscar dinner. Half of this went into the freezer for future meals; the rest will be dinner AND lunch this week.

Next week, maybe I'll try out some provincial French recipes. In the meantime; buon appetito.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Making a Spectorcle of Himself

He may be pleading innocent now, but personally, I think he's planning on springing an insanity defense on the court at some point.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007


My most recent post was lost. I carefully crafted it, searching for the right words, the right timing, and just the right touches of pathos and humor.

And cyberspace stole it. I hit "publish", and it disappeared into the cosmos. Who knows where it will land.

It was a marvelous mixture, combining comments about my night out tonight at a local club listening to my favorite band, about crazy astronauts in diapers and about the discovery of the bones of the ancient Italians found in an eternal embrace. It was priceless. The best thing written. Ever. Period.

But it's lost.

I'm going to bed.

Thursday, February 01, 2007


Have you ever looked in a mirror about 2 hours after lunch and found spinach stuck in your front teeth? And you had been in a meeting for most of that time? And talking? And no one said anything at all like "excuse me, you have spinach in your teeth?" They just let you go on in ignorance until you found out yourself?

Well, that kind of happened to me here on the blog. Earlier tonight, I was perusing the post about Annarae's first road trip, and accidentally clicked on the photo of me holding the little miss. Clicking on it caused the image to enlarge. A lot.

And there, in my front teeth, were the remains of the BBQ ribs I had just enjoyed. It wasn't visible in the normal photo, only when enlarged.

But, HEY! No one said anything.

Maybe no one clicked on the image.

There's always hope.

And I'll always be checking that in the future.