The Stupid Thing I Did Today

Well actually, the stupid thing I did yesterday, but I discovered it today so it goes on today's post.

I was trying to make proper Italian soup you see. White bean and Rosemary. The problem was that the corner store did not have canned white beans. This forced me to be a real human being and soak them myself overnight. I didn't have any idea how long one should soak beans, so I looked it up on the internet. No harm, no foul.

In the process, however, I also found this little tidbit: The water that you soaked your beans in will be full of nutrients. Put it on your plants, they'll love it. Great, fantabulous, wonderful I think and straight away pour all the leftover juice on all my house plants.

Here's what they don't tell you. A day later, the water has gone off and your entire house will SMELL LIKE GARBAGE. And I can't quite think of any way to make it go away save throwing the plants out which I refuse to do. So I suppose we'll just have to suffer through stinkland until the smell wears itself out. Bleah.

Lemon Curd

I helped myself to a second piece of lemon curd tart. I know, I know, a SECOND piece. But its lemon curd you see, made with fresh lemons and sooooooooo good.

So there I am, eating my second piece, when it occurs to me that in less than a month I have to attend a formal ball. For work. Which makes the getting dressed a bit tricky: no excess cleavage, high leg slits or deep v necked backs allowed. So one must be glamorous and entirely covered up simultaneously. Rough.

BUT, I rememer, sitting in my closet is the one single bridesmaids dress in the world that could actually be worn again. Thick silver satin, floor length column, a cowl neck, no more no less. Perfect. I should try it on I think, in case I need to take it to the tailor.

I got the zipper about, oh, half way up my back before my back fat held its ground and rendered zipping impossible. Christ. I had somehow forgotten, in my lemon curd fed haze, that a much thinner version of me had already altered that dress. And only if I had stopped eating before I even conceived of that lemon tart could I have dreamt of fitting into it.

Damn it.

Today I will run, tomorrow I will shop.

If, by chance, you want to also be sucked into eating way too much of a good thing, here's the recipe:

http://www.joyofbaking.com/LemonCurdTart.html

The Most Interesting Thing I Learned Today

Our Administration likes to refer to torture as "Enhanced Interrogation." Nice. But they didn't coin this little phrase. No they didn't. It was coined in 1937. By the GESTAPO.

Allow me to translate

I'm going out for a walk, I'm going out for a walk, I'm going out for a walk, I'm going out for a walk. With perhaps a little, I'll eat your face off when you die thrown in for good measure.

I Didn't Vote

That's right, I said it. I didn't vote. Which is odd, because I'm one of the more politcal people that I know, and I still didn't vote. I'm now trying to figure out why.

I had plenty of excuses. I was busy at work. There was a Board meeting the next day. mmmhm. yeah. whatever. yawn. The truth is I didn't vote because I didn't know who to vote for. Obama is energizing, promising change, rallying young Democrats. But Hillary is smart as a whip, proven, strong. And while she shouldn't be judged on her husbands characteristics, the woman does happen to be married to one of the best political minds of this or any generation.

I didn't vote because I couldn't say no to either. I've said yes to both essentially. This is not to say that not voting was good thing. I do strongly believe it is an honor; nothing less than a duty for those of us who were born with all the priviledges that an American passport brings. We owe it to ourselves to vote.

But I didn't. Because in the end, I just couldn't decide. Nothing between Obama and Hillary, except for their outer wrapping, differentiated them enough to get me to the ballot box. That's an interesting quandry indeed.

MMMMMM.......pie

Make this pie. Its de-liiiiiii-cious!

http://www.ehow.com/how_2173935_blueberry-crumble-pie.html

He emailed me...and I so don't care

Ick. Ack. Argh. Its been an entire week and I've nothing to say. Partly I supose because I've been working like a mad woman. Fundraising during a recession (thats right, I said the "r" word, is hard work indeed.) And partly because A. has been home at nights all week so my attention has been eslewhere. But mostly its because nothing all that exciting has gone on this week. Considering what the rest of this month has been like, I should count my blessings.

I did get an email from an old boyfriend. The first boyfriend, first love, first man who broke my heart. When he dumped me I thought I'd not actually be able to go on. I cried for hours on end, didn't sleep, wandered around my college apartment at night, hoping I'd hear him knocking on my door. But he never did and we went out separate ways. Now he sells artisanal cheese in Brooklyn. huh. I write too many posts about cheese.