On the house, details soon.
Food, drink, film and other random thoughts from The Lone Star State.
On the house, details soon.
Well, we have a verbal offer from the job place.
My youngest friend in Dallas is 26. Its near impossible for me to relate to the inner-workings of a 26 year old mind, but he is good person just the same. He goes through boyfriends every two weeks. He wants me to meet each one because they are "the one". I usually wriggle out of that since there's little point in meeting them, considering they will be replaced shortly with a slightly different version of the same.
I've been working on this one for a couple of days. I had a big bag of leftover carrots so I decided to try to make something out of them. Ironically I had to get even more carrots and now I still have leftover carrots.
Since its Spring now I'm sure you realize there are some things you need to change. Most importantly, your wine. Right, stuff those big, heavy winter Cabs away, or just polish them off in one sitting like I do. Now is time to break out the Zins.
Personally, I love the eggplant. But I am usually on my own when I make eggplant as most people seem leary. I think the eggplant haters I know just havent had it prepared correctly or they had one experience with a bitter one and called it quits.
Our family moved to San Francisco in the wake of the Zodiac killer, so I felt a certain obligation to see if this movie accurately represented the mood of the era. It didn't. What it didn't capture was how sincerely freaked out everyone was for years after the killings stopped.
Everyone loves a pretty girl who kills people for a living, right?
Pretty Baby is one of the new exhibits at the Modern in Fort Worth. Its a collection of various artists and media all related to children and childhood. Before you yawn and nod off, the exhibit is actually very good. My favorite sequence was the collection of photographs by Loretta Lux.
DC mom is getting married in the Fall. Her daughter, Suzy and I have been tossing around food ideas for the reception. This one I have been playing with for a couple of weeks and I think its ready for production. Basically its a Caesar Salad you can eat with your hands.
I lived in the deep south during an interesting time. I was bused from my Wonder Bread white neighborhood about 25 miles across town to a black neighborhood to go to school. Integration was what they called it. What did I care, it was a name and it meant absolutely nothing to me. I liked the bus ride, winding through the less populated, pine-dense parts of southern Alabama. I liked the new school and my new friends. They talked different but they listened to better music like the Isley Brothers, Ohio Players and Funkadelic. I still have music from those groups. On vinyl.
Before I completely forget, a new-for-me recommendation.
Holy crap almighty.