January 2010
4 posts
The Cheap, The Pricey, & The Worthy
The economy sucks. But frankly, everyone is to blame. I am to blame. I was in Buffalo for four years, a bachelorette living a charmed existence and frittering away my paychecks. I was stupid, blind, and didn’t care. And now I have a chunk of debt, no job, and an uncertain future.
What partly got me here was a sense of entitlement. I was worth it, damn it! I got my first big job with benefits! I...
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Rascally Raymie's Birthday Cupcakes
My father turned 70 yesterday. He is a rascal, with a cover of so-called innocence. He was called Raymie when he was young, and he is still Raymie. Even some of my high school friends call him Raymie. Look at the picture below, when he was a young man. You can see the devilish twinkle in his eye. His precious camper is in the background. He claims that was for “bible study”. Mmm-hmm.
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Bacon Fat, Race, and Gaining Soul
In preparation for yesterday’s run of recipes, I fried onions in bacon fat Saturday. I have never fried in bacon fat before. Butter, yes. Various oils, yes. Bacon fat, no.
I have been feeling, in the words of one of my tweets, like an “overstuffed foie gras duck”. I’ve been trying to gain weight. I dropped a few pounds since I’ve been home. Maybe the medication has done this, as it...
Post-Holiday Wake-up and Make-up
I have been a big brat lately. But with heartbreak, the holidays, and bipolar playing bumper cars in my head, maybe I have something of an excuse.
My emotions are a bull in a china shop. Here is a better metaphor: when I was a toddler, my dad would build a tower of blocks in front of me. After he finished, I knocked them all down with a gleeful laugh. That is how bipolar feels to me. I build...