Wooooo! Woooooo!
Gary and I went to the Bruce Hornsby concert tonight. I see why Becs is so mad about him! He was very personable, and on top of that he and every musician in his band dazzled. And Gary was damn lucky to be there, since I had initially planned to go with Anne from work, but Anne got a concussion a few nights ago and then promptly went to sleep. She lived, but wasn't up for a concert yet. The old concussion excuse. I hadn't even considered inviting Gary, but he was happy enough to step in. And then come to find out he loved it. Sure, I was a little put off when he sat down at the piano for the first song and SANG ALMOST NO WORDS. When it was done, I leaned over t

This Could Go On Forever, or Until I Grow Up. Or, Forever.
Now that we have the chopped capon, or "cock," Gary delights in feeding the dog a fusion dish he likes to call "Cock and Goo." Gary was describing how he "plates" this dish. "First, I suspend the dog food can over the dish, and wait until the food comes out in a perfect circle. Then I put a ring of cock around that." I waited for it. He continued, "A cock ring, if you will."

White Sale: Socks and Pajamas
Socks - It is time to sort through my socks. TeddyJ prefers the black, brown and gray socks, so I need to search my vast collection for those colors ... or else buy new socks. Did you know it is possible to spend $65.00 on a pair of socks? Craziness. I know I need to post about socks because it is the top topic in the Ligit search area. People want to see socks more than

In Which I Mock My Commenters
Last night, Gary offered the dog some of the cooked capon white meat. I hadn't thought of any of the alternate terms for rooster until he sweetly said to the dog, "Does uums want some cock? Just a teeny little bite of cock?" At the time, I thought a moment, then gasped, leapt up, waved my fists like a baby and rushed off to send myself an email. Then I waited. I waited for you, dear readers. I waited in vain for you to tell me what the correct term is for chicken stock made from roast rooster bones. But of course, "cock stock."

The Domestic Urge Returns
... and I have a bladder infection. Draw your own conclusions. I've been cooking for two days. Today, instead of going directly in to the kitchen to express my love with food, I'm whipping up an amateur foodie post. Babka. Google tells me my site is the place to be for babka. I don't know who began the babka rush, I blame that Splendid Table woman, but everyone has been Googling "babka." Salt. Gary sent me this link. The New York Times recommends you fry your eggs on