…or whatever you celebrate!
Monthly Archives: December 2007
Per The Trinidad & Tobago Express:
So says Robert Redford (as Bob Woodward) in All the President’s Men when Carl Bernstein tosses him one as they try to figure out whodunit. (Netflix calls it “the film that launched a thousand journalism school students…” and that’s part of the reason I watched it.)
(I was also really excited to see Meredith Baxter in the role of Debbie Sloan…although it took me awhile to place a name with the face.)
I actually have a recipe for a pudding dish known in some circles as “The Next Best Thing to Robert Redford.” If I had more time, I’d expound!
Javy Lopez, #8, was resigned by the team that introduced him to me in the first place.
Everything is coming full circle! (I remember back in ’03, one of the nicest things about him leaving Atlanta was that none of my friends questioned how huge it was for me. As soon as I told them, each and every one said, “Oh my gosh — are you okay??” and were very understanding…)
Thanks to a fan in Atlanta for alerting me…almost immediately! Huge props!
Thanks also to my lackey for digging up:
I *really* wanted to find the photo of me and my cousins the year we lived in Atlanta and I bought them all Javy Lopez jerseys for Christmas…I swore I used to have it either on the fridge or framed somewhere…but, alas, I could not find it to scan it in for you all! I will have to rely on Google Images…or the ol‘ “Lisa and Javy at Target”-shot.
It’s the only logical explanation as to why for the *zillionth* time this weekend, I tried to bake a pie and my apartment filled with smoke while I was preheating. I know now to take the battery out of the fire alarm *every* time I cook (hello, firemen at midnight!)…but I was almost afraid the smoke was going to drift upstairs and I was going to set off my landlady’s daughter’s smoke alarm because there was so much smoke. When I checked out what was going on *inside* the oven, I discovered the charred remnants of what I guess must have been excess pastry, but how so much of it ended up on the bottom of my oven is beyond me. When I took *out* the bottom of the oven (or…whatever it is…that protective metal thing), I also discovered this sticky sort of paste that was presumably also burning. I don’t understand why this keeps happening.
I hate using Easy-Off! And yet I have to do it all the time!
I also discovered a protective film around the dials that has been there since the oven was installed. Oops.
And…PS: I finally had to toss out that pie pumpkin. I never made a pie with it.
Word on the street is that Santa is bringing some lightly used kitchen appliances for me as my mother purges her house before my parents’ fourth transcontinental move since 1994. They include: a rotisserie; a bread maker; a waffle iron; and a French press.
If there’s room, I will also be returning with a gigantic Christmas display that I won in a raffle when I worked for Northern Schools Federal Credit Union — which is apparently now known as the Spirit of Alaska Federal Credit Union — the year after college.