crackers

Dear Dr. Myers:

My sister's friend Tiffany gave her this recipe, and we tried it tonight for the first time. A new favorite.

There's no real cooking involved, so don't be intimidated.

So we finally got settled in and I made some progress on the play and no progress on the ethnology project. Between you and me, I'm sick of the ethnology project. I can't really come to any conclusions beyond "Mah people?

No, this is not an apology or some kind of admission. Rather a candid editorial from the entire Staff of the Chicago Tribune:

I am a caretaker. I make people soup and fetch people crackers when they're sick. When my grandmother lived with us, it didn't matter I was a teenager, I took care of her. Dad's heart problems, yep, helped nurse him back to health while Mom went to work. My brother had a terrible car accident, who waited by his bedside, me again. I need to be needed and to feel useful.

Last night's results from the Democrat primary in West Virginia (and yes I joked about that) gave a huge margin of victory to Senator Clinton over Senator Obama.

So today, I cooked and cleaned all day long. The cleaning wasn't what I wanted to do -- but I did want a clean house. So that was worthwhile. The cooking was for me, though. Excellent day.

I made:

Yes, another post that is not in keeping with the point of my blog. But in case you really want to know what I ate today, I will tell you. A banana, a Gardenburger with lettuce and tomato with a side of Kashi crackers. Then some cookies and then a movie-theater-size box of Raisinets. And then I polished off a bag of Santitas before yoga. It's a slippery slope over to the dark side.

I just finished Anansi Boys even though it arrived on my door step months ago.  I’ll be honest with you, my job has broken something in me, ruined my love of reading like a fingernail in my chicken salad wrap ruined Arbys for me.