Friday, May 25, 2007
Wow, my eyes were so wonky this evening. Bluuuurrr. Just like the haze in the sky. I'm really tired, but that's a good deal since I'm getting up early tomorrow for W00! Today I noticed that Hale's has a sign at the corner of Elm Street and Cromwell Ave., right across from the Rocky Starbucks. It has a big arrow on it pointing down Elm Street toward the shad. Okay, time to pretend I'm a jellyfish.
Posted at 11:28:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Emmi Yogurt Ratings, according to me:
Posted at 10:48:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Pink Grapefruit - The best! Too bad I can't find it anymore. :-(
Strawberry - Pleah. Too sweet! I couldn't eat this one. Maybe trying a spoonful right after I had some plain Emmi didn't help, but it seemed horrible in comparison and I had to pond it.
Raspberry - Rasp, on the other hand, is good when mixed with plain. It's a little too sweet/intense on its own, but good swirled with plain to give it a slight bite. The mixture is a lovely mauvey pink color.
Plain - Fantastic. Great on its own, and heavenly when mixed with frozen (formerly fresh) blueberries that have been rinsed to thaw them slightly. Best combo ever!! Amazing flavor and silky-smooth texture.
Black Cherry - I'm afraid to try it.
Apricot - Excellent. If I'm in the mood for a fruity yogurt, it's perfect as it is, with nice tasty chunks of apricot. Not overly sweet, although much sweeter than plain or pink grapefruit.
Blueberry - Okay, but not that great. The blueberries in it are too nothing-ish tasting and textured, like disappointing frozen blueberries you buy at the store.
Birchermüesli - I haven't tried it yet, but I have one in the refrigerator. I am scared of it, since every other similar product I've ever eaten has been repulsive. Will report back.
Like The Nibble says, "Emmi's flavors lean to the subtle. The delicate flavoring and silky texture define the uniqueness of this yogurt. Some people will prefer graceful Emmi, some will seek more punch." I don't like sweet/fruity yogurts, so my taste might not match yours. Some of the flavors I thought too sweet, they didn't find sweet enough!
P.S. See? Ligers are real!
Posted at 1:25:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
"You think I'm over the hill, you think I'm past my prime
Posted at 11:27:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Let me see what you got, we can have a whompin' good time."
I still didn't open my BobDay package (!?) because I was saving it until after I finished my Thursday-ing, but then Dean called and wanted to go on a flight somewhere. So we Parlined, and it was quite lovely, and I listened to Modern Times while driving home. And "Born in Time," "Tryin' To Get To Heaven" and "Red Cadillac and A Black Moustache" in Tango. :-) But the highlight was definitely "Spirit." You're still the best, Bob. And I have half an hour to open my package, before the day is done.
I forgot: I picked up this at Hale's! Isn't it great?? Well, it does need some design work, but I love it anyway. (Except that they forgot to list a certain item, of course.)
Posted at 1:10:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
My brain is still a bit shaddled (excellent word, thanks AGD!). I can't believe it's Thursday already, although I suppose it makes sense, since Bob's birthday is on Thursday and today is Bob's birthday. But I'm not quite sure how I lost a day. (Very careless, I know.) This means we're going to W00 in two days!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Posted at 9:26:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
With all the shaddish excitement going on, I forgot to bring in the mail, so Dean fetched it while I was juggling slippery bloody milt, spargle, fake bratwurst, orange-and-yellow grilled peppers and Rudi's buns. This was in the mail! So great!! Could anything be more perfectly timed? (Note that I had totally delectable strawberries for breakfast.)
It was, hilariously, accompanied by a postage due envelope (for me to put 11¢ in and leave in the mailbox for the mailman), with amounts scribbled on it (with much crossing-out and correction) and signed "Sebby," the bearded mailman. 4¢ for the postcard and 7¢ for a gigantic fall-into-a-dead-faint-amazing-looking mailer with hand written Bob lyrics all over it. (Hand written by Bob.) I love LOVE the little postage due envelope and everything about this! Overmuch! Overwhelming. I can't even open this Bob mailing until tomorrow, because my brain will short out if I try to fathom all this stuff at once. Good thing Bob's birthday isn't until tomorrow anyway. Bob + Shad can't both fit in one day! I'm literally quivering all over, but maybe that's partially because I only got 4-ish hours of sleep last night. (The birds started singing. I was too wired to sleep.)
Oh, the milt feast was delicious. To my amazement, everything turned out perfectly, and I even remembered to feature my marvellous hand-stitched (by Susie, natch) Spargelzeit dish towel. I didn't really use it, since it's too special, but I did hang it on the stove to make Spargelzeit and Miltzeit extra sparkly-spargely. The asparagus (grilled, of course) might've been the most delicious sparg we've ever had, so I think it worked. Also: milt isn't really salty, but I still can't describe what it tastes like. It's quite subtle. It's only salty because I put sea salt on it. And the lemon and Rudi's organic wheat hot dog buns (grilled crispy and striped on the open side, soft on the back, serving as a base for the buttery, soft, delectable milt) are key. I am too overwhelmed by all this feasting--mail feasting, shad feasting--I am replete and can't write one more word except: Goodnight! Sapidissima! (I guess that was two words.)
[Edit: Further proof of my shad-addled brain: I thought today was Tuesday. But it's not.]
The shadmonger lady asked me what milt tastes like, and, once again, I didn't know how to describe it. As I told her, it's kind of hard, since I only eat it once a year and I have a poor memory. I just know it's good! I think I said something like, "It's kind of... salty. I don't know... it's really good! You should try it!" She shuddered. She also told me "not many" people buy milt and that the shad run might last for two more weeks! So I said maybe I'd be back next week for more milt, and she audibly shuddered again. What's so bad about milt??? Why's it any worse than any other raw meatular/fishular thing, or, especially, than roe? Why's roe popular and milt reviled? Poor milt.
Posted at 3:45:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Oh yeah, she also said, "It's Laura, right?" and I agreed that was correct. But how does she know my name? Did I ever tell her? Maybe I told her on the phone when I called about the milt last week. Or maybe I don't want to know. Am I famous in shad circles for being that crazy milt-eating girl? Hmmm. Anyway, I got two lovely pair of milt! And a bunch of shad, too. Here's a nice bag o' milt photo, but don't look at it if you're wimpy, because it's a little bloody. (You can shudder if you want, but I don't see why it's necessary.)
Posted at 2:04:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Excellent! They have my milt!
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Dear old "City." Good episode. And it felt like I remembered the opening scene word for word.
Posted at 10:02:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
The Hale's dude acted like he could pretty much guarantee me some milt for tomorrow! He seemed pretty confident and didn't even think I needed to call and check first (I probably should anyway, though). Milt = day-before-Bob's-birthday feast? We'll see. (And yes, I did call using the reminder on yesterday's ALB entry. :-)
Posted at 2:04:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Dean called "Harvest of Kairos" a "good episode"! (!?!) I guess it did have one thing going for it: a guy named Captain Shad!
Posted at 11:22:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
That reminds me: 
Milt on Wednesday? With Thursday as a backup.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
[Re: the IFR flight yesterday.] That was sooooo cool.
Posted at 9:02:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Wrote in my little notebook:
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It's really bright inside the clouds. I had to put my sunglasses on so I wouldn't hurt my eyes! Totally white. It's very smooth, too. (Today, at least.) Stratus clouds.
This is the smoothest flight ever. Now we're above the clouds, a big endless stretch of white below. There's sun up here. The shapes of the clouds are so beautiful... they're dazzling. I'm taking a million photos but I know it's not capturable.
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It was such a classic, perfect instrument flight. Dissolving into mist, then a long stretch of being surrounded by nothingness... then, for a little while, breaking out above the clouds into blue sky, the fields of clouds below looking like glaciers, looking like the North Pole... then down into the mist again... sometimes, gauzy glimpses of the ground... nearing Jaffrey and descending, but still inside the cloud layer... Dean counting down, "If I don't see the runway in a mile, we've got to go..." ... "If I don't see it in half a mile, we've got to go..." ... and then, at literally the very last allowable moment (like in a movie!), a flash of runway straight in front of us, almost right below us! No missed approach procedure needed! He maneuvered around and we landed, water streaking fine lines across the windows, low grey clouds only 680 feet above the ground. When we climbed out of Tango, it was raining lightly, the airport dreamy with mist.
Here's the takeoff, after lobster and ice cream at an uncrowded Kimball Farm (!). At this point the clouds were about 200-300' above the ground (too low to land, but all right for takeoff).
I had a dream that I was riding my bike on Puddin Lane and all these wild animals started tagging along. I wish I could remember what they were now... they were all large ones, and there were eventually four altogether. One was a warthog (okay, maybe just a wild boar... he didn't have those big horns like Brambles). I think another one was a moose. Can't remember the other two!! The warthog was very affectionate, and kept nuzzling me, almost knocking me over on my bike. His hair was silky-soft, like a collie's. (I don't think I've ever touched a collie and I have no idea if their fur is actually soft, but that was the correlation in the dream, for some reason. It was very soft.)
Posted at 11:45:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Before that, I had another dream, with three animals in it (small ones), one of which was also insanely soft, but I can't remember what they were either. Very tactile dreams!
