There’s no picture to be had, because as the title suggests,I was feeling lazzzzy.
It was one of those nights where you get home more tiredthan you have any right to be. Your shoulders are slumped, your neck is sore,and your brain feels like cream of wheat. It’s the kind of night whenyou want nothing more than something warm and bubbly from the oven, but godhelp you, there is no way on earth that’s happening. Pork lo mein is tempting,but greasy. And while pizza sounds good about now, you weren’t ordering the lo meinfor grease related reasons, why would you order pizza? Damn your pesky conscience!
My partner in love, life and food aka: hubby, said something both very funny and very true last night. It was a lament for the bygone days of "the dish." Foods today, he said, don't have actual names. They're just a list of ingredients, he elaborated. And ain't that the truth? Besides ethnic restaurants or recipes (and even then its no guarantee), the modern-day menu item is simply a clever little summary of what you're about to eat.Read more →
This morning I kissed my elderly gentleman caller. You might recall my mentioning him. I see him almost every morning as I walk to the subway for work. We pass each other as he makes his way home from church. He walks with two canes, wears a cap, always has a different church lady with him (he's a terrible flirt), and calls me doll. Today he called me over from across the street, handed me a small vial of holy water, and told me to "keep it with you doll, it'll keep you safe." I kissed him on the cheek as thanks and purposely failed to mention that I'm Jewish... it's only a mere trifling technicality after all.Read more →