Saturday, April 14, 2007
I love Jaffrey!!! So great. (Even though there's still snow up in New Hampshire.) I was so excited about my lobster roll that I kept accidentally almost doing stuff like pouring my cream into my catsup instead of my coffee, and dipping my waffle fries into the lobster instead of the catsup. Jaffrey is the best ever. Everything's the best. Even Dean's veggie burger! My lobster roll was so good, it was like Imari-level good. The impossible-to-fathom-unless-you're-eating-it level of good. Whimper-inducing.
Posted at 6:54:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
We did a best-of-three rock paper scissors to decide who'd go buy the ice cream, and I lost (paper, on the last round). But I was secretly glad, because it was fun. Kiddie size at Jaffrey is big! Perfect for two people. Peppermint stick, with lots of stick. The sometimes-grouchy Silver Ranch airport guy was really friendly today, and asked if we came a lot, because he remembered me but didn't know why (I think he liked me; at one point I noticed him looking at me with that really fond expression my dad gazes at me with sometimes). He said Petix sounded like the name of a freight delivery company, and thought Dean's first name was Steve. I was cracking up. He always gets Dean's name wrong. At least he didn't think it was Bean this time!
It was so great to be back at Jaffrey again. While I was eating my lobster roll, Dean asked me, "What's that concerned look??" and I said, "Oh, I was just thinking about how awful it would be if we moved and couldn't go to Jaffery anymore."
We're going to Jaffrey!!!! It's gonna be windy. Dean says I'm going to be "woofing down my burger." Woofing?? I am not getting a burger, DWP. I'm getting a lobster roll. The lobsters are not snoozing.
Posted at 1:04:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Weapon (last night) = abysmal (note to future self = skip in future!!!)
Posted at 1:06:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Horizon (tonight) = fantastic! Lots to love. Esp. Vila. (Also, Ro!) First soma sighting, too!
[I never saw either of these episodes on my first B7 viewing, circa 1990. Did get better tapes that filled in the gaps, circa '96, but it's weird how strong the initial memories are and how weak the later ones.]
This is brilliant. Brilliant!
Hemp cereal and wine don't go well together. Red or white.
Today was Friday the 13th, aka my lucky day.
Borders' cafe makes likeable cappuccinos. Gloria Jean's at the mall makes undrinkable cappuccinos. (Not that they're unfoamy, but they taste terrible.)
I didn't freeze today! Not too much, anyway.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
!! Those eggs are in It's Disgusting and We Ate It! (Thanks for pointing this out, MUD.) That is really excellent. (I was thinking... they'd be really fun to bring to a picnic. If anyone reading this ever invites me to a picnic, don't be surprised if I show up with the five eggs left in the box peeled and displayed like a deviled eggs variation. Even if it's years from now! They are preserved, after all.)
Posted at 2:11:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Death-and-Taxestime Radio Hour is a superb episode. I like the song with the refrain that goes, "Take off my hat and hit me with a bat if you put a sales tax on the women." Well, not really, but "take off my hat and hit me with a bat" sure is a great lyric/expression.
It's been raining really really hard all day. But I haven't noticed any snow, sleet, ice, or hail. (Not that I've stepped foot outside to check for any.)
Jaffrey (aka Kimball Farm) officially opens for the season TODAY!! April 12th! This should be a holiday. Dean told me they're not going to have lobster rolls yet because lobsters only come out in the summer. I said, "You're a vegetarian; you don't know anything about lobster." Dean's just evil.
Posted at 2:12:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
I played Weeping Willow in the car, and it (that is, Bob) sounded so wonderful, I couldn't believe it. I kept getting wowed by every song. I wanted to explain but I can't.
They were playing LC Decennium Digital music at the mall.
I am still slowly recovering from my fight with the Gingers' guest room bed. (The bed won. It beat me up. Or maybe I feel stiff and bruised all over because I piled on too many blankets. They were pretty heavy.) But at least I wasn't cold today! (This won't last.) I wore lots of sweaters and my ugg shoes with my homemade cashmere leg warmers under my pants. When I wear them with my new formerly-too-long-but-hemmed-by-me black pants, the pantlegs brush the cashmere against my legs when I walk, and it feels really soft. And my shoes are totally molded to my feet now, all sheepy and encasing. Oh: I figured out why the right shoe is the melted one. It's because when I sit in Tango I cross my ankles.
We're supposed to be in for nasty weather today. Sleet! Snow! Freezing rain! 100% chance of participation. In fact, the entire forseeable future looks cruel, according to Wunderground. It's going to get warm someday, right??
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Okay, I did it. Here are the photos: opening the egg, partially peeled, out of the shell, and sliced in half.
Posted at 1:25:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Opening the egg was fascinating. Eating it was a little bit difficult, solely because of its appearance. I sort of had to fight back feelings of nausea, even though it didn't smell bad and the texture really isn't bad at all. The yolk actually tastes and smells almost the same as normal egg yolk, although it's an awful rotten green color. I expected it to be stiff like hard-boiled egg yolk, but it's oozy (like a soft boiled egg, I guess) (I don't know if I've ever had a soft-boiled egg... I'm not really a huge egg fan). The egg white is this really bizarre translucent cola-brown with a gelatinous texture. It would be pretty, but my mind rebels against it as a food [or at least as an egg]. The thin membrane on the inside of the shell was green (you can see it in the first photo, where I've broken off some of the shell but the membrane remained intact underneath). All in all, the egg actually tastes pretty normal, but do I want to eat another one? No, I do not.
I am rather surprised by my own squeamishness about this egg. It seems uncharacteristic. What kind of weird food fan am I? (Yes, I did try it, which is more than most people would do. Dean flatly refuses. But even so.) I think most of it is that I find eggs a bit iffy to begin with. This egg is actually quite a bit easier to stomach than scrambled eggs, in my opinion.
This reminds me of a science experiment I did in elementary school. The experiment involved baking two batches of chocolate chip cookies: one normal, and one dyed bluish-green with food coloring. I then fed them to groups of my classmates and recorded how tasty they thought they were. In reality, both batches tasted the same, of course. But only the blindfolded eaters thought so. I bet I would have had no problem if I'd eaten the hundred-year egg with my eyes closed. (But that wouldn't have been any fun.)
Monday, April 09, 2007
Posted at 5:57:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
I'm back from N.C.! I was achy all over this morning (I slept appallingly all weekend, so I've not felt like a fighting rooster--i.e., better than I've ever felt--to put it mildly) but now I'm all perked up even though my body still feels pummelled. Bought the above two delightful items at A Dong this afternoon. (The item on the right is the same as the item on the left, but opened up.) That is, a new brand of canned mangosteen (even though I still haven't eaten the original brand, permanent upstanding resident of my refrigerator's top shelf) and preserved duck eggs, which I have seen many times at A Dong but have always been quite scared by. Can you blame me? Look at the horrible green rotten color of the photo illustration! And the ingredients list: duck eggs, salt, lye?? When I opened the package to take the photo, I was greeted by a very strange smell. The eggs themselves are quite pretty on the outside, though. Pale green and speckled, like nest eggs (or moldy cheese). They're pretty small for duck eggs--about the size of chicken eggs, and not even large ones. My duck laid much bigger eggs than these. I promise to eat one and report back, but I need to work up the nerve first.
There's a new Starbucks stand at the Westfarms Malls. (I saw it, but avoided it, natch.)
Duplin wine from North Carolina is really good. Not that I'm a wine connoisseur, but I like it. We got the Gs to stop at Food Lion on the way to driving us back to the airport, and bought 12 bottles. No restriction on carry-on liquids on Tango Airlines! ;-)
The trees were green in N.C. (!!!) but this weekend was cold. I was freezing the entire time (half the reason for my current pummelled state). It was still a nice visit, though. I even got to spend some quality time with my sister, Saturday afternoon. We ate a crepe and went to a cool mall where we looked at books and sniffed stuff. And Dean and I had an egg hunt at the Gingers', Easter morning (eggs hidden by the G). I beat Dean by two eggs. I played Scrabble with the M even though I'm really, really, really bad at it. I don't think any of my words were longer than four letters. One of them was "egg." On the way to the airport, we sang songs from the M's new book that I got for her birthday.
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Notes from Friday whilst flying:
12:18 (55:55 FLT): SNOW! Wow--it looks cool, all streaking by. Very white. We're inside it. You can see it coming down out of the clouds. But I don't think I can get a photo. [This one's not too bad, actually... this is pretty much how it looked falling from the clouds below us.]
1:05: Hi, Philly! Dean wants to swoop over & get a cheesesteak. Light turbulence today. Chop. You can tell from my handwriting.
1:50: Delaware. Forsythia & pear trees in bloom! Some real trees w/new spring leaves.
DE takeoff, 2:15 [we stopped at Sussex Co. airport in Georgetown for lunch; I'll write a review at The Flighty Flyer]. It's sunny in DE. And flat & farmy.
We'll join back up w/the route at Snow Hill, right near Assateague!!
Don't need the heat now that we're in Delaware.
4:00: Chessie!
4:15: Williamsburg. I think the trees here have leaves, but Dean doesn't believe me. He says they must be pine trees. They don't look like pine trees.
5:10: That color that's everywhere is known as GREEN, DWP, not brown!! We'll see who's right when we land, that's all I'm going to say.
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I was right, of course. It was green, green, green. I finally got Dean to reluctantly admit it.
Didn't take any notes on the way back, except a couple in Zi about the sky full of planes just south of New York (flying into Kennedy, Newark, La Guardia, Teterboro, and Philly Int'l), and the glow of New York City through the clouds. The sky over parts of NYC was clear, but the cloudy parts were so bright they glowed right through, golden orange. Atlantic City was super-bright again, and we listened to "Atlantic City" (Band version) when we flew over it, then switched to the new episode of Themetime Radio Hour, which carried us to New York City and nearly home. Theme this week: New York! Dean freely admitted Bob "did a pretty good job" with the show (!!). We used VOR navigation on victor airways the whole time for both flights. Got home around 10:00, and turned up the heat!
