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Thursday, 19 August 2004 11:24:24
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Thursday, 19 August 2004 18:43:11
Just a random thought I had today. River has her good days and her not so good days. She can offer up creepifying facts and segue off into comments on quantem physics. Other days..she can barely get out of bed. I'm thinking .. " hey, don't we ALL go through various stages of lucidity and cloudyness ? " Anyone ? Eh, ok, so it's not to the severe extent that River has,but then we didn't have our brains cut on multiple times by secret Gov't scientist. But the point is, River is someone I think many can relate to, even if they aren't so willing to fess up to it. We, like River, do a balancing act... one moment..we are getting sick in our brothers bed, the next..well, there's no power in the 'verse that can stop us. If I find myself not having the best of days...I can just think of River, and some how work out a smile. Just another, but totally unrelated thought on River. She's the only crew member to NOT be shot. Ain't that somethin? I hope it stays that way with [i]Serenity[/i]. ***Correction*** Inara hasn't been shot either. How could I forget HER! But my comment still stands, and I hope Inara AND River both stay clear from being shot or hurt in [i]Serenity[/i].
Thursday, 19 August 2004 20:48:11
Question. Who in the world speaks just to hear themselves talk? I don't open my mouth unless I have something to say, on the other hand my fingers do an awful lot o'typin' I don't know. Maybe I'm being a hypocrite.
Thursday, 19 August 2004 22:40:54
It started off simply enough. I was up late one night, attacked with another bout of insomnia, when I ran across the Food Channel. Correction Food [i]Network[/i]. A channel, I discovered, dedicated entirely to food. I had heard of it in passing. Mostly in conversation between my grandmother or great-aunt followed by an engrossing dialogue about Martha Stuart or the latest issue of Good Housekeeping. Consider the context in which I had learned about the channel, I had already decided that it was, obviously, not for me. I am no Martha Stuart. Lace doilies have no place in my home. Four course meals, silk window treatments imported from France, hand-knitted scarves, and wine tastings are foreign concepts to me. At least, that’s what I thought. Finding nothing else on television, and desperate for anything to entertain my sleep deprived brain at two o’clock in the morning, I turned on Food Network. [i]A Cook’s Tour[/i] was the program du jour that night. Needless to say, that was when the first sparks came to life. I was puzzled at first by the foul mouthed, chain smoking, New York chef who hosted the show. There he was in the middle of Cambodia, flies swarming around the him all the while he talked about demiglace and osetra caviar. I blame the events that followed on that one show. Naturally, seeing natives in dilapidated shacks whipping up delicious meals peaked my curiosity. As did the sudden revelation that not everyone who enjoyed cooking wore hand-sewn aprons and threw things together in spotless kitchens with matching dish wear. So, I decided to do a little research into this whole cooking phenomenon. It seemed everyone was doing it. Men, women, young people, old people. Obviously, I had missed the bandwagon. Eager to catch up, and recently addicted to shows like [i]Iron Chef[/i] and [i]Good Eats[/i], I wasn’t about to let the annoyingly peppy Rachel Ray out cook me! It began with a soup or two, followed by a failed attempt at homemade pasta. I skirted around steak and chicken, slowly making my way into pies and pasties. At last, I worked my way up to baking, which proved to be a success as shown by the three tiered chocolate cake that disappeared in five minutes flat at my aunt’s birthday. Even as I write this, I have a loaf of bread rising on the stove just waiting to be popped into the oven. Have I changed since I discovered [i]The Network[/i]? Yes and no. I do have a new found appreciation for four course meals. And I do find myself linger in the whole foods section of the grocery store a little longer than usual, but I don’t expect me to break out the knitting needle or pull out the thread basket to sew up that hem on my favorite skirt. I may spend a lot more time in the kitchen now days, but I haven’t turned into a Stepford Wife. I’m still a punk rock listening, Firefly watching, sci fi junkie. Don’t believe me? That’s alright. I know I haven’t lost it. What ever it is. Why have I written this? To rub people’s noses into my new found cookdom? No. I’ve written this to encourage all of you others who were once perplexed by the whole cooking thing. To let you know that you too can tackle that recipe book that’s been sitting on your book shelve for the last three years collecting dust. To let you know it’s alright to embrace the cooking monster inside of you that’s been begging to get a hold of that potato ricer. I’m no expert in the kitchen, but I sure have a lot of fun getting my hands dirty. :biggrin: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think Emeril just came on.