September 9th, 2009

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Ding Dongs are my kryptonite

First of all, y'all know it's the season premiere of Glee tonight, right? Fox. 9 PM or so. Check your local listings. You're going to want to record it. Trust me on this.

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.


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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!