The whole family now knows how to skip.*
*Except for the cats, as Julie is quick to point out.
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The whole family now knows how to skip.*
*Except for the cats, as Julie is quick to point out.
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Mr. Jones frequently volunteers to help me with my blogging and email, and apparently I'm not alone with my cat-on-the-keyboard problem. In fact, it's so rampant that someone has come up with software that can detect "catlike" typing:
If a cat gets on the keyboard, PawSense makes a sound that annoys cats. This teaches your cat that getting on the keyboard is bad even if humans aren't watching. Once a cat has been recognized,
PawSense blocks the cat's keyboard input.
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I don't travel in the kind of circles where one worries about wearing the same party dress as someone else, but I had to chuckle when I saw that four different women all wore the same $8500 (!!) Oscar de la Renta dress to a White House function! And, as if that weren't enough, one of the women was Laura Bush! She apparently went upstairs and changed into something else, but not before posing for the annual holiday photo.
And this comes right on the heels of my hearing this joke:
Jennifer's wedding day was fast approaching. Nothing could dampen her excitement—not even her parents' nasty divorce. Her mother had found the PERFECT dress to wear and would be the best-dressed mother-of-the-bride ever!
A week later, Jennifer was horrified to learn that her father's new young wife had bought the exact same dress! Jennifer asked her to exchange it, but she refused. "Absolutely not. I look like a million bucks in this dress, and I'm wearing it," she replied. Jennifer told her mother who graciously said, "Never mind sweetheart. I'll get another dress. After all, it's your special day."
A few days later, they went shopping and found another gorgeous dress. When they stopped for lunch, Jennifer asked her mother, "Aren't you going to return the other dress? You really don't have another occasion where you could wear it." Her mother just smiled and replied, "Of course I do, dear. I'm wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding!"
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Last night I was trying to catch up on over a month's worth of backlogged New York Times Sunday magazines (reading them in order, of course), when all of a sudden there was Ze Frank staring me in the face!
Wait, let me relive that moment.
OK. He had a full-page headshot in the November 12 issue, in an article discussing online humorists. I certainly would consider him funny—really laugh-out-loud funny at times—but I think it's short-changing him to consider him only a comic. All in all, I don't think the profile of him really did him justice at all. He's more than funny, and more than smart. With "The Show," he has created something unique online, and that's saying a lot. I will sorely miss "The Show" when this "experiment" ends in March, but I'm confident he'll come up with something else wonderful and innovative. In the meantime, I can just gaze at his photo and wait for the new installment every afternoon....
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My first encounter with a spoiler was when I was a young girl reading all of the "Little House" books. Of course I started at the beginning, with Little House in the Big Woods, then Little House on the Prairie, and so on, all in order. When I got to the one where she meets a boy named Almanzo Wilder, I stopped in my tracks, flipped to the cover and saw the name "Laura Ingalls Wilder," and knew that she'd marry him! I felt pretty clever for figuring it out but also not a little disappointed that the surprise and suspense had been ruined for me.
As for movie spoilers (and don't read on if you haven't seen "Reds"—but, incidentally, why haven't you?), in college I went to see "Reds." I was all caught up in the drama and the story and loving every minute. At a certain point, you are led to believe that Warren Beatty's character is dead, and although I normally wouldn't expect the lead character to die that long before the movie ends, I knew that the story was based on fact, so I figured that he could really have died. But then I remembered having seen the trailer for the movie about 5o times, and there's that moment when he steps off the train and Diane Keaton sees him, and they look so relieved and exhausted and grateful. And I realized that I hadn't yet seen that scene, so I knew he wasn't dead.
And that is the reason I rarely watch movie trailers or read reviews anymore. Phooey.
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Pete's stuttering is back, complete with a weird tongue-thrusting grimace thing. He occasionally has sentences in which every word is a problem, and I can't even understand him. Sometimes if I ask him to repeat himself, he sighs and says, "Never mind," which just breaks my heart. When I can, I like to show that I got some of it (as in "You played what at recess?"); if not, I try to blame it on something else (as in "Wait, that truck going by made me miss what you said"). He still doesn't seem terribly bothered; in fact, a couple of times he has started laughing when he got particularly stuck on one word. He's back with the school speech therapist once a week; if that doesn't help, we may have to go with private sessions again.
But meanwhile, a few weeks ago he wanted a playdate with someone, and he said that he wanted to make the phone call himself (he sees Steph do that all the time). I was stunned, because everything I've read or heard about stuttering said that using the phone is the #1 most anxiety-producing activity for stutterers. They're afraid they'll get stuck, and the person on the other end of the line will hang up or think it's a prank (as opposed to a face-to-face interaction, when the person can see that he's struggling). He did it ("Hi, this is Pete, can Timmy come over?") and my heart just about exploded. He makes all his own phone calls now, without any worries—and, come to think of it, without much stuttering, either. I wonder why that is?
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Time to learn something!
1. Go to Wikipedia.
2. Click on "Random article" in the left-hand sidebar box.
3. Post it!
I like this one:
Tajikistan was represented by one man at the 2006 Winter Olympics in Turin, Italy.
Alpine skiing
- Downhill
- Andrei Drygin
- Final – 1:59.41 (→ 51st place)
- Super-G
- Andrei Drygin
- Final – 1:37.85 (→ 51st place)
- Giant Slalom
I give this guy a lot of credit, regardless of his stats. Do you suppose they gave him a roommate from one of the other Breakaway Republics? Do they all even speak the same language?
01:29 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
Andy just reminded me of this incident: When I was about 14 months pregnant with Pete, I was trying to check off all the items on my To Do list before going into labor. I dropped off my car at the dealership for the scheduled maintenance, then picked it up and drove it to a station to get inspected. The guy did his thing, then went to apply the new sticker. "Um," he said. "You already got inspected today!" Turns out the dealer had done it but neglected to mention it to me. The guy must have thought I was the biggest bimbo in the world.
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I always pump my own gas. I mean it: always. But today, for no really good reason (good reasons would include and possibly be limited to running on empty and being unable to find a self-service station or having two broken hands), I went full-service. And, as soon as the Nice Young Man finished washing my front windshield (How quaint! How convenient!), he said, "Did you know that your inspection sticker expired in September?" Um, yeah, I knew that, 'course I did.
Anyone who's read Verbatim for a while will guess correctly that this is not like me! Not like me at all! What kind of detail-oriented, multitasking nerd would allow a lapse like that?! Andy reminded me that when he mentioned it to me back in September, I cut that conversation very short with a very curt and snarly, "I. Will. Take. Care. Of. It." And I do remember feeling very busy back in September and having it nagging at me in the back of my brain and wondering when I was going to find the time to do it. And then—Poof!—it was gone! Gone from my brain, no longer anything to fret about.
So after I got my gas today, I drove to the nearest inspection station (all the while just dead sure that I'd be pulled over by a cop during that half mile) and ponied up my $29. That reminded me how, years ago, I told my brand-new father-in-law about my plan to save $29 (back then, though, I think it was only $20) over the course of 12 years by waiting until the first of the next month to get inspected each year. He nearly went apoplectic. But who's laughing now? I just gave myself a big three-month jump. I think I'll quit working.
But the big question remains: Why did I go to the full-service station today?
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I cheered when my nearest Blockbuster vanished a couple of months ago—good riddance! (You know those T-shirts that say, "Are you stoned or stupid?" Their store employees were both.) Now when I want to rent something for the kids*, I go to a different rental place. But now I find myself glad that there's still another Blockbuster not too far from here, because they're running a promotion where they'll give you a movie for free in exchange for a Netflix envelope address flap! Free movies, I can do that!
*I don't have any kids' movies on my Netflix queue, because the open-ended nature of the Netflix system would be a problem. When we rent them a DVD, we rely on the due date: They know they can watch it as often as possible until it's due, then back it goes. With Netflix I would have to be mean and lie about it or keep their movies for months on end. Blah.
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I guess it was only a matter of time before Scarlett Johannson recorded a CD of Tom Waits covers. HUH???
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I have always liked Annette Bening, but now I think I'm in love with her. I've thought about it long and hard, and I've decided that she has officially knocked Nicole Kidman out of the #1 spot in my list of favorite actresses (who, according to my criteria, must be gorgeous as well as a great actress). We saw her last night in "Being Julia," for which she got an Oscar nomination. She is wonderful in the role of Julia Lambert, a pre-war star of the London stage, who is going through something of a midlife crisis. (Although I disagree mightily with Netflix's blurb, which describes her as "estranged from her son and willfully ignorant of her husband's philandering"—her son is away at Eton, and she's at least as philandering as her husband [played well by Jeremy Irons]; they have an "understanding.")
I have two complaints about the movie: First, I didn't care for the scenes in which she was meant to be downright giddy. They seemed forced and didn't ring true. Second, the big climactic scene near the end didn't hang well with the rest of the movie. In fact, we started watching the movie on Monday night, but Andy was tired, so we paused it and watched the last half-hour or so last night. It was almost as if someone had switched movies on us—the tone was that different. Most of the movie is pretty dramatic and serious, although not solemn in any way; I thought they could have achieved the same outcome without resorting to such a weirdly comedic, entirely unrealistic "big" scene. But it was well worth watching all the same. There's also a nice little performance, as always, from Juliet Stevenson—I wouldn't have minded seeing more of her.
While we're here, I'll add "Being Julia" to my ultra-nerdy list of movies whose titles begin with gerunds. I don't yet know whether I'll be able to add "Trainspotting"; you might have noticed that Netflix delivered that to me over a month ago. We started watching it one night while eating dinner and got to the "Worst Toilet in Scotland" scene and nearly lost it. We have not been brave enough to try again, but we haven't yet sent it back, which suggests that we intend to watch it eventually. But I don't yet know what "Trainspotting" even means, so I can't tell you whether it's a gerund. And that's all that matters anyhow, right?
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At Julie's preschool for the last week or so, the teachers have been asking the kids survey questions, like "What did you have for breakfast today?" and then they have a chart with a Venn diagram, so maybe one circle says cereal and one circle says toast. The kids then have to write their names in the appropriate circle (or in the "other" column off to the side for those kids whose parents must not really care about them because they let them have muffins for breakfast—gulp!), and there's invariably some kid who gets to put his name in the intersection of the two circles. So, with Venn diagrams on my brain, I recently discovered the blog Indexed, which is nothing but quirky little hand-drawn Venn diagrams. Very amusing indeed.
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OK, how weird is this: Just yesterday I suddenly thought of Max Headroom for no apparent reason. When was the last time I thought of Max Headroom? Maybe 25 years ago. I always thought it was a clever idea, that he got his name from the first sign he saw when he woked up. Other than that, I couldn't remember what he was for. Was it a commercial or a TV show or what? Now I know: GIANT mag has just come out with their list of The 50 Greatest Commercials of the ’80s, and there he is.
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I've been using Pandora for a long while now, but today I checked out Musicovery. This site lets you request music based on your mood. I indicated that I was feeling quite positive and somewhat calm today, so I got Terence Trent d'Arby, "Wishing Well." Fine, I can get funky today. But then came George Michael, and I was not in the mood for "Monkey," so I moved the little do-hickey a little calmer and got Asian Dub Foundation doing "Return of Django" in the netherworld between Electro and Latino. Not bad. You can also specify types of musics and what era you like. Go give it a spin.
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I've put off posting this CD review because it's such a bummer. I had hugely high hopes for Chris Difford's "South East Side Story," an acoustic revisiting of his best old Squeeze songs. Pumped up by "One for the Road," the thoroughly enjoyable comeback film from Difford's ex-bandmate and co-songwriter Glenn Tilbrook, I bought this CD as soon as I heard about it. Well. What a disappointment.
I don't know much about music (everybody now: "but I know what I like"), but this is either overproduced or underproduced or just plain poorly produced. All those wonderful, diverse* songs came out sounding the same and positively metronomic. I don't know if that's even a word, but what I'm getting at is the vocals all had this weirdly clipped sound, devoid of any emotion. Honestly, if Difford didn't have such a distinctive voice, I would have thought that some horrible Carpenters revival group had gotten a hold of these songs. (Dorie Jackson's backup vocals neither added nor detracted much.)
The song that works the best for me on this whole collection is "Labelled with Love," which already has that kind of hypnotizing metronome-like feel to it. Most of my other favorite songs just go nowhere. And slowly, at that. "Black Coffee in Bed" is just plain boring to listen to, and "Cool for Cats" comes out sounding like something you'd want to slow-dance to with that cute guy in algebra.
I won't say that this CD is unlistenable. When one of these songs comes up on my random iPod play, I don't skip it. But I can't imagine choosing to listen to the whole disc at one sitting.
*Yes, there was definitely a "Squeeze sound" to those old songs, but there was also great variety among them.
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I've ranted before about the thoroughly confusing and counterproductive way that the recipes in Cuisine at Home magazine are presented (two columns, instructions all over the place). They also present the ingredients in a way that's the opposite of how it's done in every other magazine or cookbook. For instance, in any usual cooking mag, if you see "1/2 cup peanuts, finely chopped," that means you measure out the peanuts and then chop them. If, on the other hand, you see "1/2 cup finely chopped peanuts," you need to chop up a bunch of peanuts and then measure them out. The latter would require many more peanuts than the former. But Cuisine at Home presents all their ingredients the former way, so you never know if they want you to measure before or after chopping. In some cases it's obvious (like "1 cup onion, diced"), but most definitely not always. Idiots.
But they do frequently have dishes that turn out quite nice, so I plod through. And for you, my dear blog readers, I will take the trouble to retype them in a more sensible way (and then I'll also have the benefit of having it to follow next time).
Shrimp and Scallops with White Beans, Spinach, and Bacon
3 Tbsp panko
2 Tbsp grated Parmesan cheese
1 Tbsp olive oil
¼ tsp paprika
¼ tsp cayenne
1 15-oz. can cannellini beans, drained and rinsed; divided (I couldn’t find cannelinis, so I used Great Northern.)
¼ cup low-sodium chicken broth
2 thick strips bacon, diced
1 cup diced onion
3 cloves garlic, minced
¼ tsp red pepper flakes
6 cups fresh spinach (I used a 5-oz. bag.)
½ cup chopped roasted red peppers from a jar
1 tsp lemon zest (I just did a few swipes with my Microplane right into the pot.)
8 large shrimp, peeled and deveined, about 5–6 oz. (Mine weren’t very large, so I used 12.)
6 sea scallops, about 6–8 oz.
1 Tbsp cornstarch
2 Tbsp unsalted better
¼ cup sherry
Preheat broiler to high with rack 8” from element.
Combine first 5 ingredients in a bowl and set aside
Purée 2/3 cup of beans and broth in food processor with immersion blender until smooth; set aside. Reserve remaining beans.
Brown bacon in a large pot over medium-low heat until crisp, 10–12 minutes. Remove bacon; increase heat to medium-high. Sauté onion, garlic, and pepper flakes in bacon drippings for 2 minutes. Add spinach, roasted peppers, bean puree, and salt and pepper to taste. Cook until spinach wilts. Remove from heat and stir in reserved whole beans and lemon zest.
Season shrimp and scallops with salt and pepper; toss with cornstarch. Melt butter in a sauté pan over medium-high heat, then sear scallops for 30 seconds per side. Add shrimp; sauté for 30 seconds. Add sherry and cook until reduced to a glaze, 2 minutes.
(At this point there was a whole part about heating individual serving skillets under the broiler. Not likely. So here's what I did.) Offload shrimp, scallops, and sauce from skillet into any of the other dozens of dirty bowls this recipe requires. Put the bean and spinach mixture in the dirty skillet, then put the shrimp and scallops on top of that layer, sprinkle the bacon on top of that, and top with the panko crumb mixture. Broil until browned, 2–3 minutes.
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The foodie corner of these here Internets has been all abuzz in the last few weeks over a recipe that the thoroughly unlikable Mark Bittman shared with the NYT. It's adapted from Jim Lahey of Manhattan's Sullivan Street Bakery. Over at CooksTalk, we've had more posts on this thread than any other in anyone's memory. It's created a remarkable stir.
Before I had kids, I used to bake bread frequently. Baguettes at least weekly, the occasional challah or toastbread loaf, a batch of rolls or breadsticks. I think it's fair to say that since starting our family 10 years ago, I have made bread fewer than a dozen times. It's not that it's so hard or so time-consuming; it just rarely occurs to me to do it these days. Well, this recipe is so quick and so easy that you will be tempted to make it every single day. (When I say quick, I of course mean the active time; the secret to the no-kneading method is a l-o-n-g first rising time.) I promise you, if you've never made bread or if you've had only disastrous results from traditional bread recipes, you can do this one. And if you keep yeast in the house, you can begin this recipe anytime and have gorgeous fresh bread the next day.
My first loaf was slightly underdone, but that didn't stop me from scarfing down almost the entire thing myself. My second loaf was prettier. The folks have CooksTalk have used every possible combination of flours, extended the rising time by hours, and used a variety of different baking vessels. Everything works. This is an extremely forgiving formula. (Update 12/9: Mark Bittman has published an addendum of sorts, with more guidelines for varying this recipe.) So here you go:
No-Knead Bread
3 cups all-purpose or bread flour, more for dusting (I used all-purpose flour the first time and bread flour thereafter. Bread flour is better; I just didn't have any on hand the first time I did it.)
1/2 teaspoon instant yeast (The original recipe calls for 1/4 tsp, but the CooksTalkers recommend upping that to 1/2 tsp for better rise. Update: Yikes! A reader just pointed out to me that I had been using one entire envelope of yeast, which contains 1/4 oz., or 2 1/4 tsp! Thanks, Jon!)
2 teaspoons salt (The original recipe calls for 1 1/4 tsp, but I thought it needed a touch more flavor.)
In a large bowl combine flour, yeast, and salt. Add 1 1/2 cups water (I used very warm—but not hot—tap water. The original recipe called for 1 5/8 cups, but the accompanying video, and lots of users' recommendations, say 1 1/2 cups works better.) and stir until blended; dough will be shaggy and sticky. Cover bowl with plastic wrap. Let dough rest at least 12 hours, preferably about 18, at warm room temperature, about 70°.
Dough is ready when its surface is dotted with bubbles. Lightly flour a work surface and place dough on it; sprinkle it with a little more flour and fold it over on itself once or twice. Cover loosely with plastic wrap and let rest about 15 minutes.
Using just enough flour to keep dough from sticking to work surface or to your fingers, gently and quickly shape dough into a ball. Generously coat a cotton towel (not terry cloth) with flour (or cornmeal); put dough seam side down on towel and dust with more flour (or cornmeal). Cover with another cotton towel and let rise for about 2 hours. When it is ready, dough will be more than double in size and will not readily spring back when poked with a finger.
At least a half-hour before dough is ready, heat oven to 450°. Put a 6- to 8-quart heavy covered pot (cast iron, enamel, Pyrex or ceramic) in oven as it heats. (I used my #28 Le Creuset. Bittman says that the plastic knob can withstand temperatures up to only 400°, but I called Le Creuset and was told that 450° was fine. I had to call them anyhow, because Andy dropped the lid when we were making arroz con pollo and the knob shattered into a bazillion pieces. They're sending me a new one, free of charge!) When dough is ready, carefully remove pot from oven. Slide your hand under towel and turn dough over into pot, seam side up; it may look like a mess, but that is OK. (This sounds more complicated than it is. Just dump the dough into the pot any old way.) Shake pan once or twice if dough is unevenly distributed; it will straighten out as it bakes. (And even if it doesn't, your finished loaf will have that "artisanal" look!) Cover with lid and bake 30 minutes, then remove lid and bake another 15 to 30 minutes, until loaf is beautifully browned. Cool on a rack.
Here's how my third one came out:
Here's how the interior texture looks:
If you try this technique, let me know how it turns out!
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Today at GapKids, I said to the clerk, "Do you have any boy's pants that aren't already ruined?" I mean, after all, I was looking for new pants for Pete because his are all ripped. Is it so crazy to want to buy intact pants and let him rip them himself?
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This time I submitted all the questions except for the Salad!
Appetizer: Have you ever flown in a helicopter?
No.
Soup:
What color is your warmest coat or jacket?
Black.
Salad: What is your favorite rainy day activity?
Not that I ever get to do this, but I'd love to curl up on the couch under a cozy afghan (a knitted or crocheted blanket, not a dog or person from Afghanistan) and a good book.
Main Course: Describe your hands.
Kind of small, but with relatively longish, thin fingers. Lots of signs of age (visible veins, spots, bumps, scars). Short nails. Here's my left hand—although it looks like it's my right hand because the Photo Booth does mirror images:
My pinkie isn't broken; it just looks like it's at a funny angle in this photo.
Dessert: If you could eat only one nut for the rest of your life, what nut
would you pick?
Roasted and lightly salted cashews.
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1. Kinfolks in Carolina - Doc Watson
2. You Haunt My Dreams - Peter Keane
3. America (live) - Paul Simon
4. Take Me to the River (live) - Eva Cassidy
5. The Flyer (live) - Nanci Griffith
6. Crazy (live) - Patty Griffin
7. 32 Flavors (live) - Ani DiFranco
8. Chantez Les Bas (Sing 'Em Low) - Louis Armstrong
9. I'm Goin' Home - Paul Rishell & Annie Raines
10. Psycho Killer (live) - Talking Heads
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