Friday, June 25, 2004

Recipe of the Week--the Texas Cheerleader First off, this is a mixed drink recipe. So if that' s not your poison, make the brownies. Second, I will not be reading Ulysses on the beach in Hawaii, just in case you were wondering. David Sedaris, that's another story. Texas Cheerleader 1-1/2 oz fine tequila juice of 1/2 a lime, or more to taste Scant 1/2 oz. Gran Marnier liqueur 1 t lime syrup or simple syrup 1-2 T POM pomegranate juice (to taste) Combine all but the pomegranate juice and add that to taste. Serve on the rocks. Drink. Repeat. BTW, here's why it's a Texas Cheerleader. It starts life as a Cadillac margarita (so called because it's made with Gran Marnier instead of Triple Sec.) Then you add the pom(-pom), and you're good to go. Get it? 8:13:10 PM     comment []

Where have you been and where are you going? I don't know where the past week went; it must have fallen prey to the "long days, short weeks" truism about life as a parent, or at least, life as an at-home mom with a small kid. And I'm about to disappear for longer, since the H called after a meeting about one of his scripts yesterday to announce that the only time all summer we can go on vacation is next week, as in, leaving, oh, Sunday. For those who don't know me, I don't do change all that well. I am like a large ship that must make its turns slowly, methodically, with a lot of calculation of angles. Well, I'm actually not all that slow or methodical (my friends are really laughing at me now), but suffice it to say that I have a lot of inertia when it comes to new ways of doing things, or plans out of the blue. Maybe I'm just a control freak, you say? May be. And so that's why I married an impulsive, mercurial artist? If my shrink weren't dead, maybe I could figure all this out. But in the meantime, I'm leaving for Hawaii on Sunday morning. It's booked and paid for; the only thing left to figure out is who will take care of the beasts (dogs) while we're gone. We're going here if anyone wants to send us champagne :-). Sunday is, after all, our anniversary (6) but I don't expect anyone else to remember since H forgot until I reminded him yesterday. To his credit, he was appropriately sheepish, and since he realized late last night that we'd be spending our anniversary having dinner in Kona, he's now feeling pretty proud of himself. This will be interesting, since I've never been to Hawaii (I'm not much of a beach person, what with my pale, insta-burn skin and cellulite-y thighs) and we're going to a place H went to with his father and stepmother when he was a kid. 7:18:44 AM     comment []