Oh, I made the best crepes ever yesterday. Three on a plate. The first, salady: monterey jack, mixed greens, pine nuts, kalamata olives. The second, mealy: refried beans, cheddar, tomatos, green onions. The third, desserty: cream cheese, black berries, toasted walnuts, with whipped cream on top. Oooohhh.
Then, having a few crepes left, for a late summer afternoon snack I made sundae crepes. Vanilla bean icecream, dark hershey's syrup, chocolate chips, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries, all wrapped inside of the roll. Gotta eat it fast, or you're wading through icecream soup. Fork recommended.
To some extent, the cooking extravaganza was a clean-out-the-fridge exercise. ...Which leads to the other main event of the day: grocery shopping. G & I hit both Trader Joes and New Seasons, and brought home something crazy, like nine bags. G has promised some new culinary creations. We're going to be eating pretty for a while.
Dropped by J & E & C's new house on the way home. Gorgeous full moon, made all elven by the mists. Got a happy reception, as I whistled my trademark "fraggle rock" call up to the door.
Happily, the cable modem is working like a charm, so J was able to do her medical transcription work without a hitch yesterday. As part of the deal, she's getting basic cable TV, too. Still don't know if she gets the sci fi channel. Ooh, I hope she does -- that would be a nice little extra incentive to pull me over. [Besides stopping by each time I grocery shop -- and, oh you know, actual dates.]
Started watching the old black and white "Lost in Space" TV series on DVD Sunday night. I'm about eight episodes in at this point. Oh, it's fun. Each episode ends with a cliff-hanger, and there's delightfully cattiwompus science. Like, "Oh no! We're going to be burnt to a crisp by that passing comet!"
My nearly indiscriminate genre joy aside, though, the age and gender politics are simply jaw-dropping. Momma Robinson passed out three times during the first five episodes. Whenever the men leave the spaceship, they leave young Will to be the "man of the house". The father is frequently telling the kids to trust the "wiser heads" of the adults, silencing them when they have questions/objections. And -- oh my gawd -- the family actually all get down on their knees and give thanks to god after they make it through one misadventure. Whoah...
Then, having a few crepes left, for a late summer afternoon snack I made sundae crepes. Vanilla bean icecream, dark hershey's syrup, chocolate chips, whipped cream, and maraschino cherries, all wrapped inside of the roll. Gotta eat it fast, or you're wading through icecream soup. Fork recommended.
To some extent, the cooking extravaganza was a clean-out-the-fridge exercise. ...Which leads to the other main event of the day: grocery shopping. G & I hit both Trader Joes and New Seasons, and brought home something crazy, like nine bags. G has promised some new culinary creations. We're going to be eating pretty for a while.
Dropped by J & E & C's new house on the way home. Gorgeous full moon, made all elven by the mists. Got a happy reception, as I whistled my trademark "fraggle rock" call up to the door.
Happily, the cable modem is working like a charm, so J was able to do her medical transcription work without a hitch yesterday. As part of the deal, she's getting basic cable TV, too. Still don't know if she gets the sci fi channel. Ooh, I hope she does -- that would be a nice little extra incentive to pull me over. [Besides stopping by each time I grocery shop -- and, oh you know, actual dates.]
Started watching the old black and white "Lost in Space" TV series on DVD Sunday night. I'm about eight episodes in at this point. Oh, it's fun. Each episode ends with a cliff-hanger, and there's delightfully cattiwompus science. Like, "Oh no! We're going to be burnt to a crisp by that passing comet!"
My nearly indiscriminate genre joy aside, though, the age and gender politics are simply jaw-dropping. Momma Robinson passed out three times during the first five episodes. Whenever the men leave the spaceship, they leave young Will to be the "man of the house". The father is frequently telling the kids to trust the "wiser heads" of the adults, silencing them when they have questions/objections. And -- oh my gawd -- the family actually all get down on their knees and give thanks to god after they make it through one misadventure. Whoah...
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