postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com
postmodern dilettante: December 2008
http://postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html
Monday, December 1, 2008. Dear Frankie' and the Masculine Principle (a la Gerard Butler). 2004) is another of my Netflix pics. My husband and I were on the outs so he really didn't want to watch it with me. But he did anyway. Such a sport! But at the same time we learn about Frankie's correspondence with his absent dad we find out that his mom is behind the letters from dad. She rents a post office box in a town a bus ride away where she picks up the letters Frankie writes to his dad. Well, actually Gera...
verybadcook.blogspot.com
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook: Oven dried tomatoes and Albert Schweitzer
http://verybadcook.blogspot.com/2011/10/oven-dried-tomatoes-and-albert.html
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook. Sunday, October 16, 2011. Oven dried tomatoes and Albert Schweitzer. J- - returned, fussed about the imperfectly cleaned kitchen which he then cleaned. With him back, I decided to postpone a planned furniture moving and opted instead to haul some more books upstairs. So here I am reading one of them, an Albert Schweitzer anthology, edited by Charles R. Joy and published by the Beacon Press in 1947. Can recall the past to life. The Quest of the Historical Jesus, p 25, 1926].
postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com
postmodern dilettante: November 2008
http://postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html
Sunday, November 30, 2008. Himalaya vs. Michael Clayton. I subscribe to Netflix because it seems to be the only way I can watch the foreign films, documentaries and independent films that I enjoy. I rarely enjoy American films being made today. My husband is always fussing at me because I never order the newer films. He likes action and newness though he usually watches my films with me and seems to enjoy them. One we watched together was Himalaya. This brings me to the film Michael Clayton. 2003), the T...
verybadcook.blogspot.com
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook: Blackberries! No jam
http://verybadcook.blogspot.com/2010/06/blackberries-no-jam.html
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook. Thursday, June 24, 2010. We did that, dragging my just awakened daughter Katie with us. Actually Katie and I got there first. Laura came later with the dogs which she tied to a small tree in the midst of one of the blackberry patches. It was mid morning and hot so we didn't stay long. Among the three of us we gathered at least 12 cups in a short time. But The berry seeds were so big and so many that the texture was just unacceptable. I didn't know what to do. View my compl...
verybadcook.blogspot.com
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook: October 2010
http://verybadcook.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook. Thursday, October 28, 2010. My favorite 'fast food'. Mexican Cheese Tacos with Avocado and Arugula. Kraft Natural Authentic Mexican Cheese (finely shredded). Pace Picante Sauce (medium hot). I usually make two and start by placing two small nonstick skillets on the two small electric units on the stove. (I would love to have a gas stove but don't.). These skillets are always ready on my stove top, stacked together with a larger nonstick one. Then, I add the fabulous shredd...
verybadcook.blogspot.com
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook: June 2010
http://verybadcook.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook. Friday, June 25, 2010. Today I cleaned out the fridge. As a result, I had fried cabbage and onions for breakfast. I also made a carrot salad out of the floppy carrots I found in the vegetable drawer. Some of them were growing hair (roots? No worry; I chopped off the ends of each carrot, scrubbed them with a vegetable brush and used a peeler on them. Then, I shredded them with the little Black and Decker mini-processor I bought 14 years ago. Thursday, June 24, 2010. Has a s...
verybadcook.blogspot.com
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook: October 2011
http://verybadcook.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html
Confessions of a Very Bad Cook. Sunday, October 16, 2011. Oven dried tomatoes and Albert Schweitzer. J- - returned, fussed about the imperfectly cleaned kitchen which he then cleaned. With him back, I decided to postpone a planned furniture moving and opted instead to haul some more books upstairs. So here I am reading one of them, an Albert Schweitzer anthology, edited by Charles R. Joy and published by the Beacon Press in 1947. Can recall the past to life. The Quest of the Historical Jesus, p 25, 1926].
postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com
postmodern dilettante: October 2008
http://postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html
Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Surfing: an old dilettante's adventure. Somewhere recently I read that surfing the internet is good for old people because it stimulates their brains. Or something to that effect. It can also be a way of getting drowned, losing one's way (or mind) or feeling overwhelmed. My husband would add "wasting time" to the previously mentioned bad outcomes. But let's stick to the positive. An insolent expression some think but a good way to cut to the chase; how about 'Well, anyhow?
postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com
postmodern dilettante: Surfing: an old dilettante's adventure
http://postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com/2008/10/surfing-old-dilettantes-adventure.html
Wednesday, October 22, 2008. Surfing: an old dilettante's adventure. Somewhere recently I read that surfing the internet is good for old people because it stimulates their brains. Or something to that effect. It can also be a way of getting drowned, losing one's way (or mind) or feeling overwhelmed. My husband would add "wasting time" to the previously mentioned bad outcomes. But let's stick to the positive. An insolent expression some think but a good way to cut to the chase; how about 'Well, anyhow?
postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com
postmodern dilettante: February 2010
http://postmoderndilettante.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html
Friday, February 12, 2010. That hopey, changey thing. For Valentine's my husband bought me a 3/4 inch diameter curling iron and a bag of dark chocolate. I just mentioned these two things this morning as possibilities for the big romantic day and, as usual, he got right on it. I was bragging about this to my daughter and she asked me what I was getting for him. She's my conscience. I thought of the brownie mix in the cupboard and decided to bake brownies for him. Race, Class and Gender. By Fiona Sims, 2001.
