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Foiled Again!

This is who I pretend I am when I go bowling.

Every Thursday night for the past 11 weeks, I’ve been the captain of my company’s bowling team for the summer league. Not because I’m particularly good, mind you, but mostly because nobody else wanted the responsibility of signing the score sheet every week. In all honesty, I like being the captain, if for no other reason than the fact that it’s earned me one of the better nicknames on the team (I’d much rather be called “Captain” than “Fatty”, “Mute”, or “2-2-4”).

Last night started out pretty great, as far as bowling goes. High scores, great marks… but then somewhere along the tenth frame of the second game, one of our lanes broke down. Pins began pouring from the setting machine, like potato shreds from a ricer (ooh, my first culinary simile!). All I could think as they came showering down was the song, “It’s raining pins! Hallelujah, it’s raining pins!” (Hey, I can’t help the way my mind works. I’m just along for the ride.) It took them fifteen minutes to figure out how to fix it, which set the entire series back and, long story short, I didn’t get home until 9:45.

Late night? Eh, what else is new? Unfortunately, this came the day after an unsuccessful shopping excursion, during which I was unable to locate watercress. No big deal, right? Well, it is when you’re planning to make watercress soup. So driving home, worn out from an abnormally long bowling match, further exhausted by the thought of driving from store to store in search of watercress (I had to look it up – it’s a leafy plant, like giant parsley) only to then come home and make the soup…forget it.

This is watercress. See? Giant parsley.

I decided that, rather than spend the remainder of my evening doing that, I would much rather go home and spend some time with my husband, my cat, and the pile of laundry that was beginning to take on science fiction proportions. (Ben already tackled the dishes – what a guy!) So that’s what I did. And I must say, it was definitely the right decision. (Sometimes there’s nothing better than taking a little time out for yourself to really put your soul at ease, wouldn’t you agree?) But fear not! Tonight I’ve got a whole slew of recipes to conquer. Tomorrow the family is celebrating Ben’s upcoming birthday, and what’s a party without some Julia-inspired snacks? (Of course, she would never call them snacks. She would call them hors d’ouevres.)

Disappointed that no meals were created last night (besides a bowl of chips and salsa)? Come now… you didn’t think I would leave you without SOME kind of treat, did you? Nay! Today I tell you exciting news. Perhaps you’ve noticed some recent funkiness on the home page of this site – only a month old, it’s already undergoing some cool changes. Please bear with us as we do a little construction on our end, and stay tuned for new pages and some eye candy.

Speaking of eye candy, I leave you now with a little parting gift before I sign off. Here’s a video that pretty much depicts how awkward I feel in the kitchen. But boy howdy, give me 344 more days, and I’ll feel right at home! Enjoy!



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2 Responses to “Foiled Again!”

  1. Margaret says:

    OMG – was that Saturday Night Live???? She is hilarious!!!

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