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Dec. 9th, 2009 06:32 pm1.
The reason I've been feeling like I wuz mugged (really tired, really pissed) is because of the KWRK crisis, which really was a mugging. Besides, as I have just commented elsewhere, 'tis the season to be pissy.
2.
Solution. Bathtub lit, check. (The bio of the Queen Mum, $15 for like 1500 pp at Costco.) Elle mag. Bio of Little Richard.
3.
Fridge full of good food. Homemade bread. Cold roast. Lots of licious green veg well cooked. And a nice little tub of leftover Sam Giancana's Last Supper, according to his daughter, not the sausage and peppers of legend, a recipe I think I ganked from Playboy.
Skin and saute, in a soup pot over a medium flame, in olive oil as many crumbled sweet (or hot) Italian sausages as you like. It should be a condiment to the dish, not the main course.
Meanwhile, wash and cut into 1/4 in strips a head of escarole. (Yes, I scored some, here in Macondo!) When the sausage is well rendered, add the escarole and a couple cloves of garlic to the pot. Stir until the escarole is well-covered with sausage juice, and wilted down. Add salt and pepper and red pepper flakes if you like.
Add 15 oz. of white cannellini beans, canned or previously cooked, with some of their liquid, stir down, turn down heat and simmer, covered, until the escarole is tender. This whole operation takes no more than 15 minutes.
Eat it with wheaty crusty baguette or ciabatta. And watch out for friends wielding pistols.
4.
Stay in your jammies, avoid caffeine, and mind your own business for 24 hours.
5.
The Queen Mum lived nearly to 101. A strangely interesting life, not least for the many hours she and Ted Hughes, the former Mr. Sylvia Plath and widower of two suicides, spent together fishing on the river Dee in her old age.
More to come. The essential fascination of royalty is that like the Maya they live in the center of time, not at its alleged forward edge, as we do.
The reason I've been feeling like I wuz mugged (really tired, really pissed) is because of the KWRK crisis, which really was a mugging. Besides, as I have just commented elsewhere, 'tis the season to be pissy.
2.
Solution. Bathtub lit, check. (The bio of the Queen Mum, $15 for like 1500 pp at Costco.) Elle mag. Bio of Little Richard.
3.
Fridge full of good food. Homemade bread. Cold roast. Lots of licious green veg well cooked. And a nice little tub of leftover Sam Giancana's Last Supper, according to his daughter, not the sausage and peppers of legend, a recipe I think I ganked from Playboy.
Skin and saute, in a soup pot over a medium flame, in olive oil as many crumbled sweet (or hot) Italian sausages as you like. It should be a condiment to the dish, not the main course.
Meanwhile, wash and cut into 1/4 in strips a head of escarole. (Yes, I scored some, here in Macondo!) When the sausage is well rendered, add the escarole and a couple cloves of garlic to the pot. Stir until the escarole is well-covered with sausage juice, and wilted down. Add salt and pepper and red pepper flakes if you like.
Add 15 oz. of white cannellini beans, canned or previously cooked, with some of their liquid, stir down, turn down heat and simmer, covered, until the escarole is tender. This whole operation takes no more than 15 minutes.
Eat it with wheaty crusty baguette or ciabatta. And watch out for friends wielding pistols.
4.
Stay in your jammies, avoid caffeine, and mind your own business for 24 hours.
5.
The Queen Mum lived nearly to 101. A strangely interesting life, not least for the many hours she and Ted Hughes, the former Mr. Sylvia Plath and widower of two suicides, spent together fishing on the river Dee in her old age.
More to come. The essential fascination of royalty is that like the Maya they live in the center of time, not at its alleged forward edge, as we do.
