What’s for dinner: PB&J sandwiches

I think I'm ready for this jelly.

Dis-comforting

During a random web crawl I learned that Patti LaBelle is now hawking bedding. This bedding, to be exact:

iTuned In: Hello!

Five tracks in my iTunes library with titles that contain the word “Hello”:

What’s for dinner: Pasta alla Norma

At last, an opportunity to use ricotta salata cheese, now that I’ve found a place that sells it. But file this under “Coincidence?”: the last recipe I tried that called for ricotta salata also (1) was from Cook’s Illustrated, and (2) called for eggplant, pasta, tomato sauce, basil and red pepper flakes. Jeez, upon comparison, isn’t this pretty much the same dish? I went for the Pasta alla Norma variation that included olives and capers, or it might have been damn close.

Making it up

(post soundtrack: “Imaginary Friends” by Nada Surf)

I fell in love with “The Office” actress/writer/producer Mindy Kaling’s “Unbelievable Holiday Tales” guest column in The New York Times … and maybe identified with it a little too much.

What’s for Dinner: Spanish Tortilla with Chorizo and Scallions

This afternoon’s texts (all sic) …

Mr. Brooks: “Do you need anything at the store?”

(Geez, that would be great. He’s already at the grocery store and that would save me a trip after work. But let’s check how many ingredients I need — I don’t want to overwhelm him.)

Me: “How dedicated are you feeling?”

Mr. Brooks: “Well i am here… That in its self is a miracle”

(This should be easy. But I’ll explain the unknowns, just in case. Do we have vegetable oil? We had that old bottle but it was gross and sticky. Did I throw it away? Nah.)

Me:  “1.5 pounds Yukon Gold potatoes (waxy, not starchy like russets). a dozen large eggs. 1 small onion. 4 scallions (green onions)”

Mr. Brooks: “Ok”

iTuned In: Sweet!

Five tracks in my iTunes library that begin with “Sweet”:

What’s for dinner: Roasted Shrimp with Spaghetti Squash

Last weekend I introduced my friend (and now across-the-street neighbor!) James to the joys of the farmers market — wandering through the aisles, avoiding the pamphleteers, the “bring your own bag” technique. Then we ventured off to food stores previously unknown — Schreiner’s Sausage and Petit Fromage — to examine the wares (and, in my case, stock up on some of them.)

A week later, I realized that every single item I had purchased was still in the refrigerator.

iTuned In: Oh, baby!

Five songs in my iTunes library that start with the word “Baby”:

Jean gender bender

When I was doing laundry a couple of days ago, I was folding up jeans and for whatever reason caught a glimpse of the tag for a pair of jeans I had inherited from Mr. Brooks, who picked them up at Last Chance way back.