at the grocery store on sunday, an old woman said to me:
"wait until you get old and shrink and everyone makes fun of you. especially the old geezers, they are the worst."
i wondered if she was an oracle.
in other news:
grilled moz and tomato sandwiches: i had no idea! [sprinkle with oregano]. i used a generic cheese bread that was on sale to add a little zip. this may join fake chicken burgers and tator tots in the desperate dinner category.
spinach, feta and tomato quiche: this adventure included learning about phillo sheets. i could only find mini versions flavored with pesto or sundried tomatoes at my local supermercado. i decided that pastry sheets would do the trick, and proceeded as though they were phillo sheets, stacking six of them just like the recipe called for.
it seemed excessive, but who am i to balk in the face of moderation?
this resulted in what we'll call the "great wall of pastry." i need to learn to trust my kitchenstincts. [by far the best word i've seemingly invented.]
i also almost drowned the thing in milk when i decided to just empty the rest of the carton into it. that would be my second mistake.
that said, this was really really tasty, although it took about an hour an and a half where it was only supposed to take 40ish minutes.
"the hills": two episodes. 48 minutes of commercials. 6 minutes of spencer's new hobby: the sexual harrassment stylings of a man three times his age. this show has taken a suspicious "i dream of jeannie" twist.
"the real housewives of new york": this joke starts out with "... a countess walks into the boys and girls club ..." and ends with the countess telling a 10 year old that she has plenty of time to lose weight so she can become a model. then she does some racial profiling and cheers up the girls by telling them about a magic place called "the suez canal" and how she became a countess, even though she came from the humble beginnings of sharing a loft apartment in paris with 12 other anemic models. ah, charity work. it's good for the soul.
READ A BOOK
The End Of Alice by a.m. homes: I'll say one thing for A.M. Homes: She is one brave writer. "The End of Alice" stars an imprisoned pedophile who has become pen pals with a 19-year-old woman who is dabbling in a similar avocation with a boy who is at that in-between age where he wants to see a naked girl, but also keeps a collection of his own scabs for snacking on, aged to create different tastes.
This is not a comfortable read. It's violent and graphic and gruesome. It couldn't have been a comfortable book to write. The inappropriate relationships are more thorough, more detailed, than a duet penned by Anais Nin and Henry Miller.
see full review here at some point.