I went to see Julie & Julia (or is it the other way around?) this weekend, and voila: another check in the over-40 romance column. I'm telling you guys, it's like a fad or something. I'm not complaining. Stanley Tucci has really got something. Uh huh. It's like, I dunno, intelligence? Anyway, it's swell and all, but looking at all that Bavarian Cream made me feel a bit inadequate, culinarily speaking. I mean, I can knock out a mean bundt (ask anyone) and my Xmas cookies are verging on legendary (to those in the know), but I'm just never going to be Julia Child. Also, although I keep asking him not to, MiAmor occasionally buys boxes of Ding Dongs, and I am completely powerless to resist them. Uniform little hockey pucks of chocolate cake, with a very thin layer of something that might pass for chocolate ganache frosting, and a dollop of creme inside, wrapped in a shiny square of foil, like those Sucrets lozenges used to have. They are un-nature's perfect food. I don't think Julia would've looked twice at one. There's a little café down the street, Tartine, whose cooks know all the secrets of butter and pastry, and I have been struck dumb with wonder after a bite of something there. But still: Ding Dongs.
ETA - BtVS Season 8 #28 spoilers:
It's moving along, but I'm not sure what to think about a) Willow's inexplicable change of attitude, or b) what Buffy's got going on in that pretty little head. It might just be me, but I have a hard time (and a little bit of squick) believing that she'd up and get romantically interested in Xander once she's lost her super-slayer-strength. I mean, she did date other "normal" guys before, but never thought of Xander that way. To the point that he seems pretty much brotherly love material. Sure, time has passed, and she had the dream of kissing (then inadvertently decapitating) him, and he's one of very few available men in the Slayer Army. But really? Now that I'm weak as a kitten, we can go out? I'm hoping that the look of shock is that of seeing her kid sister all grown up. It's surprise, right? Please, god, let it be surprise and not all the bad stuff. Because, seriously, if you don't want to be with someone when you're at your best, it's pretty messed up to want to make yourself feel better on them when you're down. I'm convinced that Buffy already learned this lesson. Right?
Work has been plentiful lately. I'd like to think that means something, but it's hard to tell. All I know is that this Universal Healthcare dealio is going to mean a lot to my (healthy, self-employed) family. I'm on pins and needles wondering if Mr. President, Sir is going to pull it out tonight. C'mon, baby! Make me believe it! (And everybody else, too.)
Besos to all on this lovely Wednesday night!