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Monday, June 20, 2005

...and the meringue wept

I would like to say thank you to the old lady who helped my husband find the cream of tartar in our local supermarket. I knew I was sending him into unfamiliar territory, but I did say that he'd find the cream of tartar in the baking goods section. He looked, couldn't find it, even asked an employee (who told him to "look by the fish" -- no, dolt, that's tartar sauce, not cream of tartar, ya idjit) and was about to give up when this old lady walked up to him and said, "I found what I'm looking for, maybe I can help you find what you're looking for, too?" Poor guy must have looked utterly bewildered.

I needed the cream of tartar for meringue cookies I was making to use up some egg whites I had left over from making ice cream the day before. The cookies were a dismal failure, after all that, apparently the humidity made them weep buckets and turn into a syrupy mess.

But I'm still grateful to that old lady. I plan to keep that kindness in mind the next time I see some poor clueless guy shuffling around the supermarket, clutching a list and looking lost.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Oh, YUCK

I uncovered this little bit of wisdom while doing research on an article for couples trying to conceive.

This site suggests that in honor of Father’s Day you “borrow” someone else’s kids, then…

“After you've handed back the kids, revel in your coupledom. Enjoy a grown-ups' dinner out on the town — or a backyard barbecue for two. Let him choose the restaurant or the menu (even if it's that Mexican place that gives you heartburn before you even walk in) — remember, it's his day. If the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, you'll no doubt be heading to the bedroom shortly after dinner for — what else? — baby-making!”

What PLANET do these people LIVE ON?

Come on, honey, let’s go “revel in our coupledom”. Then, after a full meal, let’s trundle off the boudoir for, “what else? Baby-making!”

I just have so many problems with that one little paragraph I don’t even know where to start. Is the assumption that on “his day” (Father’s Day…never mind that he’s not a father yet, not even close) you’re supposed to put him in the mood for some serious “baby-making” by going to his favorite restaurant? I don’t get it. If you’re actively trying to conceive, shouldn’t he already be kinda on board with the idea? If he’s not, will a burrito really be enough to push him over the edge? “Oh, hell, honey, I didn’t want to have kids but this burrito just changed my mind…come on, let’s go get you knocked up!”

And don’t even get me started on the sickening nature of the phrase “baby-making.” Anyone who uses that phrase should automatically be sterilized. Plus, after a big Mexican dinner I’ll be busy making stuff but it sure won’t be babies, and it won’t be pleasant.

And what exactly is the point of the reveling in coupledom? You’re trying to get pregnant…so you’re supposed to enjoy the coupledom now while you’re not pregnant? Won’t that just make you feel worse because you’re not pregnant? Or, after a day of dealing with SOMEONE ELSE’S KIDS, won’t it just make you go, “Gee, honey, maybe we should reconsider this parenthood thing…do you have any of those condoms left?”
Anyone who is contemplating having a baby who is not filled with fear and trepidation is simply out of their minds.
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

Guilty pleasures

I have a couple of guilty pleasures I'd like to fess up to. First, I know it's wasteful, I know it's wrong, but I just love driving with the sunroof open and the air conditioner on. I actually like the a/c blowing on my FEET while the sunroof allows the sun to shine on my HEAD. That's my preferred method.

Second, I know it's goofy but I just LOOOOOVE that show on Bravo, Blow Out. Oh, my that Jonathan, he's such a bad, bad boy. And straight, too! (Uh huh.)
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