I had pancakes for breakfast yesterday and I took it totally for granted. God, how quickly we forget the hard times.
Back in the day, (when I was living on nothing but beer and chicken-flavored potato chips), finding any kind of American baked good was like a treasure hunt.
I was reminded of this when I visited [...]
Or, On How to Avoid Becoming a Lesbian at College
My friend, Frances, and I have married the same man.
Frances: Alex is bobsledding in Lillehammer. He’s a bit nervous.
Me: Why? He’s loves to ski black diamonds in brightly colored one-piece snowsuits.
Frances: The first time they go down in a big bathtub thing with five or six [...]
Thanks to my husband, I got the chance to listen to the ultimate rant on America… from my favorite Brit, Stephen Fry. He has a fantastic podcast called Stephen Fry’s Podgrams. Some are scripted, others are extemporaneous. That is major.
Fry came to America for his BBC series Stephen Fry’s America, now available on DVD. No [...]
After a visit to Colin’s work, we were all famished for lunch today.
Nothing says special holiday like a big bucket of KFC. We got the family 12 piece meal and just about devoured all of it together.
Dining on fast food on Christmas eve always reminds me of my own childhood. Ever so often — after [...]
My sudden craving for Worcestershire sauce-and-butter- encrusted cereal is a hint about my heritage. Maybe in techno-America, the idea of “heritage” is almost obsolete, except that it isn’t. My iPhone 3G will be nostalgia in a year or two, so hearkening back to the “old days” of baking Chex Mix with my sisters for the [...]
“So tell me your dream
Lay your head on my pillow
Tell me the things that you hide away
Your pain
Your pleasure
Your sorrow
Tell me the things that you hide away
Your pain your pleasure your sorrow.”
–Blue Rodeo
If you are looking for the less fortunate, you can find them waiting in long lines outside the St Charles rescue mission on [...]
I did the dishes. But I left the Presto Power Crisp full of bacon fat on the counter.
It’s not that I’m not interested in cleaning it– I scrubbed WAY more disgusting pans at The Passage in the London, where burning oatmeal in the bottom of a pot the size of the Queen’s bathtub seemed to [...]
We volunteered to make snacks for our friend’s free concert and I enlisted the very enthusiastic help of three eager assistants.
I love to bake– pretty much in inverse proportion to how much I do not like cooking. I think it has something to do with the outcome. I see food on the table as necessary [...]
… has nothing to do with $$$, and never has, although travel always requires work, which requires money in exchange for goods and services.
… spent 3 years in London, and very much likes the Idea of British.
… is sometimes melancholy, and loves thick lyrics that make me want to sing along.
… eats frozen pizzas alone [...]
I had a revelation whilst reading a recipe suggestion from my friend Jeannie today.
Midwestern recipes seem to always involve spraying a pan with Pam and sprinkling Durkee Fried Onions.
We’ve been revamping our eating as you might guess to make things a bit more family friendly. Suggestions for dinners have been very “bake and freeze” in [...]
Or, The Case of My Dad and Neosporin
I’d like to say, for the record, that I always thought it was weird that Neosporin had the word “spore” in the middle of it. That might have been, partly, why I always liked it.
I also know that I liked it because my Dad was totally obsessed with [...]
By this time of year in London, I’d be stir crazy and ready for the end of winter’s short grey days.
One big difference between Connecticut and London, in winter most especially, is LATITUDE.
Stratford is on the 41 degree parallel and London is at 51 degrees. In terms of quantity of sunlight, that makes Stratford about [...]
Well, it is that time of year again. The Nominations are out and I have, as of this moment, 23 days to get two big things done.
1. Come up with a quirky theme/invite for the annual Oscar party.
2. See about 9,000 films in an effort to, this year, FINALLY, win my own ballot contest.
I have [...]
… or Why I Wear My Hot Sexy Boots for A Gay Guy I Only See Once Every Eight Weeks
Today I went through the torture ritual of getting dressed–prior to my haircut. There was a shower too, and shaving, and an awful lot of tweezing.
I am off at 12:30 to see The Man– Mickey, my [...]
So Colin and I were going to do The Master Cleanse. Which is a great way to lose weight, but not the reason why one should do it. It’s a cleanse, after all, designed for clearing out toxins and getting you healthy.
Day one was yesterday and as mentioned in yesterday’s post “Hungryland”, I spent the [...]
