DINNER 32: Wednesday, February 1, 2006

Tonight, we took a short break from left-overs to quickly dine together at Frisch’s. Wendy had a turkey wrap and I had a cheeseburger & some of their great onion rings.

After dinner, Wendy headed down to the theater for a rehearsal of IRMA VEP at Falcon Theater. She’s working backstage on this project. I went over to Border’s bookstore and picked up a copy of La Bonne Cuisine de Madame E. Saint-Ange. I laid around in our guest room with our as-yet-unnamed new kitten and read it for a while this evening.

La Bonne Cuisine de Madame E. Saint-Ange: The Original Companion for French Home Cooking


It's Groundhog Day!

Happy Groundhog Day everyone!

Yes, it’s that time of year once again.  A time for that most pint sized of meteorological prognosticators, Puxatawny Phil, to use his magical powers for the good, or at least amusement, of mankind.

But as you’re enjoying your celebrations this day in honor of the Groundhog, let’s not forget the needy, non-psychic, rodent-like creatures who don’t get all the fame and glory.  After all, they have feelings too.

(Thanks Ron!)




Update: Puxatawny Phil’s prediction for 2006 is here, on their very-busy server.


DINNER 33: Thursday, February 2, 2006

Wendy had rehearsal for IRMA VEP at Falcon Theater tonight, so I was on my own for dinner. That meant leftovers! Yup, the never-ending stream of stuffed, roasted pork from our dinner party continues. I ate that along with some cottage cheese and potato chips. Even though I am a ‘foodie‘, I’m still a guy and my lousy eating habits show from time to time!

DINNER 35: Saturday, February 4, 2006

This evening, we went to dinner with our friends Ed & Holly to Nick’s Chops & Chasers, where we enjoyed our appetizer of stuffed mushrooms, our soups & salads, and thick, boneless, and well-prepared pork chops prepared a variety of ways (Jack Daniel’s glazed, garlic & onion, spiced apple, and normandy). All were excellent.

We decided to take advantage of some of the other culinary offerings in the immediate area (Oakley) and left Nick’s for dessert at Pho Paris, just a block or two down the road. After a brief wait for our table, we were seated and enjoyed wonderful desserts prepared by Summer, the pastry chef at Pho Paris. We sampled the majority of the desserts being offered: Lemongrass Crème Brulee; Bavarois de Vanille; Curried Chocolate Banana Cake; and White Chocolate Passion Fruit Mousse Cake. All were exceptional! We stopped back in the kitchen to offer our congratulations to Summer.

New addition to the brood: Little White Cat

As you may have noticed from some of the posts, we’ve added another castmember to our bumbling little circus here at the house. The newest is an as-yet-unnamed Little White Cat. He’s about 4 months old and showed up on the doorstep of a friend of Wendy’s mother, who brought it to Wendy’s hospital where she neutered & front-declawed him. I met the cat a few days later at the hospital and really liked him. Wendy & I discussed it and decided to add him, which we did on January 30, 2006.

Little White Cat

We sequestered him in our guest room to allow him to get comfortable with the sounds, smells, and routine of the house before introducing him to the general population. I spent a lot of time in there with him, trying to help him feel comfortable. I probably didn’t need to worry too much — this is one laid-back cat. One very cute trait that he’s demonstrated is that when he’s very comfortable, he nurses his back toe.

He’s been permitted to creep around the house when we’re home, and the reaction from the other inmates is as expected: Dolly & Bean want to smell his ass, Ringo is accepting and kind to him, Oliver is HORRIFIED, Mr. Face ignores him completely, and Merrick puffs up and hisses — quite fiercely — but he’s all talk.

Since he’s just a kitten, he’s got periods of wildness (last night being the first night we were going to leave him in general population, but the constant running and biting of Wendy’s hair as she tried to sleep got him locked back up in solitary around 1:30am).

As I type this, he’s sitting on our cat tree, blissfully and calmly looking down on Dolly & Bean who enjoy smelling his ass.