an equal opportunity eater.
Taking the neurosis out of food, one meal at a time.
Desiree, you would be proud of me. I made carne en su jugo tonight with martini melon salad. My stumbling block: The recipe called for canned tomatillos (my frigging plant is huge and covered with flowers but has produced all of ONE tomatillo - sigh!) and I couldn't find them in the supermarket. I settled for green salsa where the first ingredient was tomatillo and I hope it comes out okay.But canned chiles, canned jalapenos, canned chipotles, nopales, all mocked me as I looked for canned tomatillos and came up empty. Have you used them?
Ooooh, I like the sound of a martini melon salad!Sounds like you were felled by a poorly written recipe--unless they mean tomatillo or green sauce, I'm with you--never seen 'em.
I'm with him on the Gibson, and I'm not so big on olives either. Give me something girly and sweet.
Drink and write? I can't imagine. I can barely drink and sit.
Kingsley Amis always struck me as singularly unfunny and obvious, while his son Martin has written some of the most sophisticated, humorous essays in english lit.I was just talking about the writing/drinking thing w/someone else this week, and we agreed that certain authors would not have accomplished some of their greatest work without the chemical reaction brought on by alcohol.
Here I thought, for the millionth time, that I really should read Lucky Jim. Now I get to pass!Anthony Burgess apparently rewarded his daily writing with martinis immediately afterwards. Man, do I envy the stamina. P: I remember reading somewhere the more creative you are the worse alcohol is for your creativity. But then again, that might have been written by a teetolerM: Mai Tais. Sweet and lethal. The embodiment of girly.
It's understandable & appropriate that you put out this message in this area.