Days without return call from landlord: almost five
What we ate for dinner Tuesday night, sans oven: I had microwaved soup. Southwestern black bean. I added sour cream, guacamole, and low-fat cheese. S. ate a microwavable beef pasty.
What we ate for dinner Wednesday night, sans oven: I had scrambled egg whites with onions, avocado and cheese (used our electric skillet). Also, three strips of bacon, but given the recent reports re: all the salted cured meats, and meat in general, I think we can safely assume that was my last bacon for a long, long time. One must choose carefully from where she is going to consume her cancer-causing foods, and given that I am holding my very own cassoulet comparison cook off come January, I need to save up for all. that. sausage. Last night, S. had pizza at law school.
Tonight – I am eating at this amazing Belgian restaurant with a girlfriend in royal oak. I’m thinking mussels and pomme frites, bien sur! S. is (sadly) picking up fast food.
I usually extole the virtues of renting instead of owning (ie, I never have to shovel or mow grass) but in this case our landlord is sorely disappointing. It brings to the forefront my own particular issues with food, such as – I like to eat, a lot, and I like to eat my own food, mostly. The occasional restaurant meal is a treat, but in general both my weight and my food allery benefit significantly from food prepared by yours truly. Now, I remembered yesterday that I do happen to own a crockpot, so surely it will come in handy, but at this point I’m much more fascinated with our landlord’s lack of response to our problem.
Another bone to pick – who the holy heck is being polled for the polls claiming Hillary Clinton is the forerunner as the democratic nominee for the presidential election? Not me! Not my friends! Not my husband or anyone in my immediate family and so that’s, like, 25 democrats at least, right there! Who is being polled? I remain staunchly in the camp of Kucinich until January, 2009, when, like all good party loyalists, I will flock to a candidate who could actually win instead of one who actually represents my own beliefs. And, seriously – I am treating this election like college basketball – no good can come of paying much attention to the season until the new year.
Of course, that doesn’t stop me from listening to Potus 08 on my XM radio all.day.long. I have decided, despite the above statement, that I absolutely can’t stand Mr. Romney or Mr. Guiliani. The verdict is out on Huckabee and Ron Paul.
Hmm. Oh! Lolita! I mean, there is no way this is an actual love affair, right? We are not supposed to take Humbert Humbert seriously, correct? Because I’ve found this book wonderfully written, highly entertaining and honestly, very funny in places but I’m beginning to worry that might make me – deranged. God, the way he addresses his audience, the way he always changes how he refers to himself, the constant reminders he spent time in mental hospitals – I love it. I read somewhere this book was Nabokov’s jab at Tolstoy – if only I’d finished Anna Karenina.
Our ace trivia team came in first place last night, winning a gift certificate on only our third time attending. It’s highly possible if we manage to maintain a winning streak we will have to seek more challenging venues – perhaps places with microbrews and those special pizza ovens that fire pizzas with toppings like goat cheese and jalepenos…oh, no. I don’t think that can happen. Mini-pitcher specials, crappy popcorn and infuriatingly slow service bar – you had me at chili cheese nachos.
Happy weekend, all!