We had an almost full house for Dinner this week – only missing one regular member of Dinner who was off chanting to the Lord (otherwise known as rehearsing for a performance of Hildegarde von Bingen’s Ordo Virtutum). I feel as though I have welcomed all my wayward ducklings home, which is such a horrifyingly Lisa Geddes kind of thought that I need to excuse myself for a moment to go scrub my brain with bleach and read something scandalous to try and eradicate any evidence of even the transient passage of such a thought through my mind. All this being true however, it was nice to have a full table again. Clearly we should have moved Dinner months ago. Read the rest of this entry ?
Archive for October, 2010
First things first. Check it out, Jes has started up Dinner on the West Coast again, and finally got around to making apple sauce, three years after she said she really wanted to try it out.
Secondly, a small, but wordy, administrative note:
One of the reasons that Dinner works is because we’ve been around for so long. People will attempt to schedule their lives around Dinner because it was on their schedule long before whatever else they might be doing was. However, sometimes real life conspires against us all Read the rest of this entry ?
Apparently, it only took me three years to get my act together and make this dinner (see the first comment on the linked post). It was worth it. Our brief summer is now fading into memory and while that usually means that it’s time for chili… For the next generation of MND, I decided to start off with my idea of comfort food. Thus the most traditional southern dinner imaginable. Read the rest of this entry ?
I admit it, I’m a snob, but I don’t get the point of cake mixes. I mean, okay I do. They’re cheap, convenient and simple enough that small children (or Sandra Lee) can make them without supervision. On the other hand, they also don’t taste particularly good. If I’m going to spend the calories on a piece of cake, I want it to be a really good piece of cake, and box mix and frosting from a can just doesn’t hack it for me. Read the rest of this entry ?
Last Friday I was having a conversation with a coworker in which he explained to me that the reason he could never move to suburbia was because he hated yuppies. I was relieved of the necessity of pointing out that as a commercial real estate broker who owned his own house and was married with an infant he was pretty much the definition of a yuppie by him waving his hand and saying, “Yes, yes I know I’m a yuppie, but that doesn’t mean I want to live near them.” Which okay, I can understand that. I make fun of the people who shop at Whole Foods even as I’m going up to Wilson Farms to buy organic free range eggs, organic milk in a glass bottle and opting for the locally sourced Macoun apples versus the Granny Smiths from Wisconsin. Hypocrisy and I are good friends. Read the rest of this entry ?