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Misc, Sundry, and Food
Jun. 12th, 2008 09:57 pmFic Rec - a Ten/River that is nowhere near hearts and flowers. Grabbing the WhoDaily code (THANK YOU for taking that suggestion!)
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dune_drd (Ten/River | No rating | Spoilers: Forest of the dead)
Scalzi on a rant is as good as Olbermann's special comments. Scalzi on Fox calling Michelle Obama "Obama's Baby Momma"
Have decided on the fly to turn part of the weekend into in-house spa time, mostly so I can hang around reading all day. The book choice is one that Bantam either gave to Malice by mistake or to flush a handful of leftover ARCs, because it has nothing to do with mysteries: it's The Wedding Officer, and the blurb on the back compares it to Chocolat and Captain Corelli's Mandolin. Not my usual cuppa, but the first sentence intrigued me ("The day Livia Pertini fell in love for the first time was the day the beauty contest was won by her favorite cow, Pupetta.") I keep thinking that I'll put it down when I inevitably get bored.
I'm on page 67.
However, the usual meals for the "spa" are going to require some thought, because it is simply impossible to follow sumptuous descriptions of Italian cooking - honestly, it's about half a shade removed from the banquet scene in Tom Jones, with just the tiniest touch of the Food Network - it's impossible to follow three pages per meal of that with microwave-reheated Silver Diner spaghetti. Oh, lunch is okay - bruschetta-topped mozarella followed by lemon sorbet is even in keeping with the theme. But dinner is as yet a puzzlement.
While I'm on the subject of food, there are two cookbooks that I fantasize about owning: Indian Cooking for Weenie White Girls and Peasant Recipes Done Peasant-Style. The first is self-explanatory: for the foods that I enjoy for about 7 seconds, I'd like to find and eliminate whatever spice so I can enjoy it for the 8th second and beyond. The second is because it makes me crazy to find recipes for bread pudding that require three pots and a custard, or coc au vin that takes 370 steps to make. You know for damnsure that the originators of these recipes were NOT fussing around like that!
For Old Times' Sake by
dune_drd (Ten/River | No rating | Spoilers: Forest of the dead) Scalzi on a rant is as good as Olbermann's special comments. Scalzi on Fox calling Michelle Obama "Obama's Baby Momma"
Have decided on the fly to turn part of the weekend into in-house spa time, mostly so I can hang around reading all day. The book choice is one that Bantam either gave to Malice by mistake or to flush a handful of leftover ARCs, because it has nothing to do with mysteries: it's The Wedding Officer, and the blurb on the back compares it to Chocolat and Captain Corelli's Mandolin. Not my usual cuppa, but the first sentence intrigued me ("The day Livia Pertini fell in love for the first time was the day the beauty contest was won by her favorite cow, Pupetta.") I keep thinking that I'll put it down when I inevitably get bored.
I'm on page 67.
However, the usual meals for the "spa" are going to require some thought, because it is simply impossible to follow sumptuous descriptions of Italian cooking - honestly, it's about half a shade removed from the banquet scene in Tom Jones, with just the tiniest touch of the Food Network - it's impossible to follow three pages per meal of that with microwave-reheated Silver Diner spaghetti. Oh, lunch is okay - bruschetta-topped mozarella followed by lemon sorbet is even in keeping with the theme. But dinner is as yet a puzzlement.
While I'm on the subject of food, there are two cookbooks that I fantasize about owning: Indian Cooking for Weenie White Girls and Peasant Recipes Done Peasant-Style. The first is self-explanatory: for the foods that I enjoy for about 7 seconds, I'd like to find and eliminate whatever spice so I can enjoy it for the 8th second and beyond. The second is because it makes me crazy to find recipes for bread pudding that require three pots and a custard, or coc au vin that takes 370 steps to make. You know for damnsure that the originators of these recipes were NOT fussing around like that!
