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darcydodoSo, let's see.
My dad's gone off to Georgia for several days; I'll have left for Berkeley by the time he gets back. *sigh* I did, however, coerce him into watching "Welcome to the Hellmouth" and "The Harvest" a few nights ago. Sadly, his response was what I predicted, not what I hoped for: "I'm sure it's all very well done, but I just can't get excited about a bunch of high school kids. Sorry, sweetie." This from a man who adores Harry Potter. I ask you.
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mciac came over for dinner last night, which was lots of fun. I was going to say possibly the first full meal I've cooked all by myself, but there was the latke party last year, too. For monanotlisa and any other food description addicts, I made a salad with sliced red pears and goat cheese and a dijon/lemon dressing, bouillabaisse with rouille, and a peach cobbler. Everything turned out very well, I thought, but the cobbler was the best (and I was certainly the proudest of it). Except it turned out more like a clafoutis than a cobbler, which prompted today's experiment, for which see below. And I saw her new place, which is happily not too far from my house (even by non-LA standards: I'd say she's about as far as she was from me in Berkeley, perhaps even a bit closer).
Today my mom and I went to Ben's farewell-for-college party. Ben is... the son of my dad's colleague and grown-up best friend, John, who died about seven years ago (John, that is, not Ben). Ben is... the first baby I ever held; I was five, and he couldn't yet hold up his head, and that's when I learned that very young babies can't support their heads. Ben is... the uncle of a not-quite-two-year-old girl named Polly, who is the daughter of his half-brother Gabe, and I saw Polly the day she was born, the Christmas after she turned one, and not since until today. She's huge! (Well, comparatively.) She has hair! She also didn't remember me at all, of course, and hence was a bit shy around me, and I felt so sad, because when she was born I was hoping I'd get to be around her as she was growing up.
In any case, the party was half an excuse for Julia (Ben's mom) to hold a barbeque, which is one of her favorite past-times. This meant bringing food. In our case: dessert. Specifically: a cherry clafoutis, since I wanted to see if I could make a real clafoutis, after last night's not-quite result. (See the cut text above, if you're feeling confused and don't want to be.) Turned out absolutely marvelously, which is a one-up on my mom, who made a clafoutis once, a long time ago (before I was born), when she had guests coming over, and she got distracted talking to someone and forgot all the sugar. The barbequed meat was marinated chicken, and a salad with marinated beef, and there was a nice cinnamon-and-turmeric-and-cardamom-and-pinenut rice that Julia makes occasionally, and some other things I didn't have 'cause I thought they'd be a bit hard on my stomach. I got a chance to propagandize for Maloney, who did my LASIK surgery. I also met Ben's girlfriend's family, and it turns out that they live on Tigertail and are the next-door-neighbors of the Ritters, so I said please say hi for me. The Ritters are: Nancy and Jason and Carly and Tyler, and vaguely John; Jason was in my class, and John is John Ritter who plays Ted in the episode "Ted" (and there are some uncanny parallels between man and character in my mind), and Nancy is one of the sweetest women in the world.
And now, tonight, I've written three![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sunday100 drabbles for the first time in ages, and I'm absolutely in love with the last one. They're here and here and here, if people want to look and are too lazy to search.
And that's that, and I'm an evil child who's not resting my new pair of eyes nearly as much as I ought. This is because livejournal is just far too much fun to abandon.
My dad's gone off to Georgia for several days; I'll have left for Berkeley by the time he gets back. *sigh* I did, however, coerce him into watching "Welcome to the Hellmouth" and "The Harvest" a few nights ago. Sadly, his response was what I predicted, not what I hoped for: "I'm sure it's all very well done, but I just can't get excited about a bunch of high school kids. Sorry, sweetie." This from a man who adores Harry Potter. I ask you.
mciac came over for dinner last night, which was lots of fun. I was going to say possibly the first full meal I've cooked all by myself, but there was the latke party last year, too. For monanotlisa and any other food description addicts, I made a salad with sliced red pears and goat cheese and a dijon/lemon dressing, bouillabaisse with rouille, and a peach cobbler. Everything turned out very well, I thought, but the cobbler was the best (and I was certainly the proudest of it). Except it turned out more like a clafoutis than a cobbler, which prompted today's experiment, for which see below. And I saw her new place, which is happily not too far from my house (even by non-LA standards: I'd say she's about as far as she was from me in Berkeley, perhaps even a bit closer).Today my mom and I went to Ben's farewell-for-college party. Ben is... the son of my dad's colleague and grown-up best friend, John, who died about seven years ago (John, that is, not Ben). Ben is... the first baby I ever held; I was five, and he couldn't yet hold up his head, and that's when I learned that very young babies can't support their heads. Ben is... the uncle of a not-quite-two-year-old girl named Polly, who is the daughter of his half-brother Gabe, and I saw Polly the day she was born, the Christmas after she turned one, and not since until today. She's huge! (Well, comparatively.) She has hair! She also didn't remember me at all, of course, and hence was a bit shy around me, and I felt so sad, because when she was born I was hoping I'd get to be around her as she was growing up.
In any case, the party was half an excuse for Julia (Ben's mom) to hold a barbeque, which is one of her favorite past-times. This meant bringing food. In our case: dessert. Specifically: a cherry clafoutis, since I wanted to see if I could make a real clafoutis, after last night's not-quite result. (See the cut text above, if you're feeling confused and don't want to be.) Turned out absolutely marvelously, which is a one-up on my mom, who made a clafoutis once, a long time ago (before I was born), when she had guests coming over, and she got distracted talking to someone and forgot all the sugar. The barbequed meat was marinated chicken, and a salad with marinated beef, and there was a nice cinnamon-and-turmeric-and-cardamom-and-pinenut rice that Julia makes occasionally, and some other things I didn't have 'cause I thought they'd be a bit hard on my stomach. I got a chance to propagandize for Maloney, who did my LASIK surgery. I also met Ben's girlfriend's family, and it turns out that they live on Tigertail and are the next-door-neighbors of the Ritters, so I said please say hi for me. The Ritters are: Nancy and Jason and Carly and Tyler, and vaguely John; Jason was in my class, and John is John Ritter who plays Ted in the episode "Ted" (and there are some uncanny parallels between man and character in my mind), and Nancy is one of the sweetest women in the world.
And now, tonight, I've written three
sunday100 drabbles for the first time in ages, and I'm absolutely in love with the last one. They're here and here and here, if people want to look and are too lazy to search.And that's that, and I'm an evil child who's not resting my new pair of eyes nearly as much as I ought. This is because livejournal is just far too much fun to abandon.
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Date: 2003-08-11 08:48 am (UTC)Well done with all the impressive food. I had barbecue too, but I didn't make any of the food. Barbecued onions are a very cool idea.
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Date: 2003-08-11 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Suffice it to say you made me hungry...
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Date: 2003-08-11 06:34 pm (UTC)Was going to comment on this, then decided probably much safer not to given the liklihood of anything I say being taken out of context and used against me (well, after people finish high school they leave Long Island, I don't meet anybody else...)
I've never watched any of them. It's about time I did, there are other people telling me so now...