I really did have every intention of writing a post for Friday’s Feast. HOWEVER, I had no inspiration. I do have something in mind for this coming Friday though. So stay tuned. (I’m actually going to draft it up today.) I stayed at my folks house last night, as they were out of town, so I was dogsitting. Their dog is completely psycho, but adorable nonetheless.
I’ve been watching a new show, called The Goode Family. Interesting … but not overly compelling. That was all that was on Friday night. Tonight there is apparently a new episode of Eli Stone, a show that I adored but of course has been cancelled, as it’s not a freaky arse reality show. Sheesh, all the good stuff gets cancelled. Also on tonight is Primeval and Harper’s Island. Both terrific shows! Tomorrow night I’m going to give Merlin a try. I’m surprised they haven’t been advertising about it much though. And of course tomorrow night is the FANTABULOUS True Blood! SNOOGIE BOOGIE!
Here’s a funny for ya today:
The only way to have a Saturday afternoon quickie with their 8 year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony with a Popsicle, and tell him to report on all the neighborhood activities.
He began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation.
‘There’s a car being towed from the parking lot,’ He shouted. ‘An Ambulance
just drove by.’ ‘Looks like the Andersons have company,’ He called out.
‘Matt’s riding a new bike.’ ‘Looks like the Sanders are moving.’ ‘Jason is on his skate board.’
After a few moments he announced, ‘I think the Williams are having sex!
Startled, his Mother and Dad shot up in bed! Dad cautiously called out, ‘How
do you know they are having sex?’
‘Jimmy Williams is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle.’
ஜ~§Quote of the Day§~ஜ
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
ஜ~§The Question Of The Day§~ஜ
Describe your idea of a perfect summer vacation.
ஜ~§The Word Of The Day§~ஜ
1. To let pass without mention.
2. To suspend or to leave undone.
From Latin praetermittere (to let pass), from praeter (beyond, past) + mittere (to let go, send).
“In fact, the old lady declined altogether to hear his [Pitt Crawley’s] hour’s lecture of an evening; and when she came to Queen’s Crawley alone, he was obliged to pretermit his usual devotional exercises.”
ஜ~§Recipe of the Day§~ஜ
6 skinless boneless chicken breast halves (5 to 6 ounces each)
1/2 cup balsamic vinegar
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons coarse kosher salt, divided
1 1/2 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper, divided
2 teaspoons herbes de Provence*
1 3-to 4-ounce wedge blue cheese, cut into 6 slices
Place chicken in large resealable plastic bag. Whisk vinegar, 3 tablespoons oil, 1 1/2 teaspoons coarse salt, and 1 teaspoon pepper in small bowl. Add to chicken; seal bag. Chill 2 hours, turning bag occasionally.
Prepare barbecue (medium-high heat). Brush grill rack generously with oil. Arrange chicken on grill. Sprinkle with herbes de Provence, 1/2 teaspoon coarse salt, and 1/2 teaspoon pepper. Grill chicken until cooked through, about 6 minutes per side. Transfer to plates; top each with slice of cheese.
* Sold in the spice section of supermarkets and at specialty foods stores.