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  • until almost noon. Unapologetically, btw.
  • a chocolate torte
  • Cole slaw
  • scones
  • macerated strawberries and blueberries
  • whipped cream
  • touched up the home made potato salad I'd made Friday
  • The rest of season 4 of Angel and a couple of episode 5
  • The pieces of my camisole. Now I have to decide if I'm going to knit the two pieces together, or bind off and sew them together. Then I have to take a look at the back and decide what it's going to do, to work in with the lace piece in the front. Then it's a crochet chain or maybe I'll knit a tube out of a few stitches and call it a work of art. And after all those bits are figured out, I get to go through my bead collection and bead the damned thing with semi-precious stones and silver wire. Just cause.
  • My bed with clean sheets. The rest of the house is gone to hell but wtf. I'm not a neat person, and I work to all available space. So sue me.
  • In a Pandora station for the Mills Brothers, a few Brussels cookies, a scone, some whipped cream right out of the can, toast with local honey, and all of the other stuff listed above.
About to wash my own body and slip into something a little more appropriate to a party in the 100 degree weather.  Dad is hosting a few folks on the roof for the 4th, and as you might have guessed, I catered.
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Grumpy kid today made for a grumpy me. I don't think it was the other way around.  but we took my mom to the Bloomingdale farmer's market, my favorite little DC secret with the Big Bear Cafe and the little stalls of amazing goodness. Today's meagre haul will create some amazing meals, including farm-raised, organic Italian pork sausage I'll probably grill with some spring onions.  A lovely round little squash I'll fill with quinoa, herbs from my container garden, maybe some leftover sausage.  Passed on the squash blossoms but might get them next weekend to make a squash blossom pizza.  Some golden beets with greens. The beets have been roasted with some shallots, and tomorrow I'll sautee the greens, then toss in the shallots and roasted beets.  Again with the herbs from the garden.  A lovely mesclun mix I'll pair with the strawberrries and blueberries left over from the cobbler I'm cobbling together tomorrow. Pour a honey balsamic vivnagrette over the salad and summer lunch is served. Must save room for the cobbler, after all. I'll make the biscuit dough tomorrow and cook the cobbler for dessert tomorrow night. Already wolfed down the rainier cherries, and we devoured the croissant and chocolate croissant. The muesli bar sweetened with agave nectar, however, I'll savor for as long as possible. It's vegan. It's heaven.  RWKN, I will bring you to this bakery. mmmm. 

I understand why farmers' markets here in the city are so expensive, and I wish it were otherwise but I'd rather give them my money than Whole Paycheck.  I have delicious, inspired meals for the week and spent exactly what I said I would at the market.  

And I like showing my mom something about the city she's never seen before.  It was sweltering hot today, and unfortunately they cafe didn't turn on the hose for the kids, so I had a sad boy. But there was a random sprinkler in Logan Circle, so he ran around like a wild happy thing.

I'm 2/3 of the way through with my little camisole.  At least I have something creative for my hands.

holy toledo

Jun. 1st, 2010 06:03 pm
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Eventually, it will even occur to a basement dweller like me to wonder why I'm wandering around turning lights on in the middle of the afternoon.  A quick glance outside sent me angling towards a clock to check the time of day, because outside, it looked as though dusk had fallen with a belly-flop and was now floundering its way towards Armageddon.

Bifurcated sky sporting blue and fluffy clouds to the north, grey-green doom to the south, and my mother and kid somewhere in that mess, at school without any rain gear.  Off I went, trusty umbrella over my head, a slicker for the kid and an extra umbrella for my mother tucked into my purse. To the rescue!

Folks on the street were scanning the sky with confusion tinged with panic.  As I crossed 13th street, I happened to look down that wide expanse of tarmac towards the school.  

You couldn't see the school.  A solid wall of grey, clearly delineated, was moving up the street at, well, lightning speed. Heedless of the possible urban consequences, I tapped my fellow cross-walker on the arm and said, "Oh wow, look!", pointing.  She and I both stopped and stared for a moment, totally tharn. "Holy shhhhhhhhhhh!" she broke off, hurrying to reach the other side of the pavement.  I lingered for a moment longer, in love with that violent curtain slashing down, enthralled by the speed at which it hurled itself through town.  My feet  no sooner hit the curb than the skies opened up and fat drops of rain pounded down, painful in their insistence, gravid with wet and cold.  The wind that was pushing the storm hit those of us stranded outside and whipped us around... you could feel this was moving absolutely sideways,  no divine intervention here, this wind was a denizen of earth and it was going to town.  Even with the temporary shelter afforded by an apartment building entrance, my back got soaked, my feet squelchy.

And as suddenly as it came, it was gone with one last gust.  The rain pattered on, a regular, friendly shower.  By the time I'd reached my mother in the school library, the sun was streaming down and my rescue futile.  I squelched back up the avenue, and the sun on my back dried the storm from my dress before I'd gotten home.
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I have just accepted a post as the DC Liberal Examiner on Examiner.com I figure, this being Washington DC and all, I could do worse than accept a writing position that deals with politics in the heart of Political Ground Zero.

I was also referred to Match dot com. Seems they actually pay people to rewrite profiles.  I'd do it just for shits and grins.

I'm finishing another small website and dammit, I think I got the really cool, 10K site.  I am happy. Even though most of that money isn't mine.  It's an amazing portfolio piece.

I really want to go back to school.
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I love this stuff. MOMSPIT. You’ll never spit onto a tissue and scrub your kid’s face again. "MomSpit is an alcohol free moussing liquid designed to clean, moisturize and lift your senses with its fresh scent and dirt removing magic. Inspired by the original, it’s made to clean those dirt disasters when you’re not near a kitchen or bathroom sink."

My blog, Solomother.com is giving away a 2 oz. and 7 oz. size this week. Click here to enter: http://bit.ly/w9smW
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You know it's going to be a bad night when it's almost 11 and you already know you have insomnia. And you haven't even taken off your day clothes yet.


Here's what I'm wondering. Why are men allowed to have this job attitude where they're all, "Well I work really hard so you can't bring your day into my headspace." Where does that compute? Women have hard days, too, and work their asses off, and deal with a shitload. I'd love to meet a woman who comes home, and just stops. Throws her feet on the coffee table, turns on the television, gets herself a glass of something cold and alcoholic, and is inviolate in her 'me' time. And when the guy tries to bother her about something he's worried about, or the distance between them, or the fact that Johnny can't read? She gives him hell for it. Tells him to stop worrying, she's home, isn't she? doesn't that mean she loves him?

I'm just sayin.

this friday I have to finish my teapot and throw something else. I think covered vessels. Ginger jars and squared cylinders.
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1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment here at www.verygoodtaste.co.uk linking to your results.

The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:

1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine
60. Carob chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
75. Roadkill
76. Baijiu - It's Ng upay!!
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant. (I wish!)
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Flowers
89. Horse
90. Criollo chocolate
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake

And for the record, yes, I've eaten kaolin. I was a potter, remember?
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How hard is it? I mean really. I offer kid clothes, and the responder chosen receives a very succinct, unambiguous email explaining that I'm out of the house all day but will be available for pickup after 4PM. I also state that there is nowhere to leave things outside for pickup.

Why, then, do I get an email back saying hi, i wanted to coordinate pickup either before 10AM or after 11:30AM?

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Do I dare go to the Embassy of Argentina all by myself tomorrow night for a tango festival?

Do I??

***edit: we'll see. I'm still awake. There are no sheets on the bed. It's raining like a mofo out there and I might have to come home and bail.

It's so damp in the house, I think I have mosquitos breeding in here. Damn. I live in some biblical houses, no? Floods, rats, now clouds of insects. I give up..
Where are my red dancing shoes?


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