It has come to my attention that I am old because I use the word “slacks.” Also, because I talk really fast like a gangster from the 30’s and append every statement I make with a nasal, “Look here, see?”
No, I don’t really do that. But I think I might from now on.
What I HAVE been doing--for real now--is hanging around these awesome blogs:
View From the Cloud
Conversations with Famous Writers
Luanne--A Bookworm's World
Three of them will be giving away copies of Driving Sideways, so if you still haven’t discovered the beauty and amazement that is the Rip VanGina, pop over and enter to win.
I have also been trying to get my husband to eat the first broccoli raab I ever grew FROM SEED and harvested from my very own yard. My first suggestion, a pasta dish with capers, artichoke hearts, and sautéed broccoli raab, was met with this rebuttal: “How about YOU eat that, and I’ll eat some pizza?”
After processing several days worth of onion rings, frozen custard, burgers, frozen burritos, pancakes, scrambled eggs, a greasy reuben, French fries, and bratwurst, his cardiovascular system had to be near the breaking point. You could see it in his eyes. Like the eyes of a junkie, they were glassy and desperate for their next shot of trans fats...but also? They seemed to be quietly, urgently searching for something...perhaps...could it be...for some antioxidants? For an infusion of foodstuffs that had less to do with stuffs and more to do with the actual absorption of fiber, nutrients, and a form of user-friendly, head-of-the-class protein that wouldn't litter, loiter, or leave graffiti as it made the long journey through the human digestive system?
Also, there was a frightening moment when J nearly convinced me that this breakfast cake would be fun to make. It sure SOUNDED fun to make.* I know I laughed. Twice, even. But it was time to get some vegetables into his system by any means necessary. So in the end, I threw the sautéed raab on some pizza.
(Sidenote regarding pronunciation: is it broccoli RABE? Or broccoli ROBBY?)
*Full disclosure: I could not FIND the site with the breakfast cake when I wanted to revisit it so I could share it with you. So I Googled “sproing vomit breakfast cake mow lawn.” That didn’t work, so I had J find it for me. Thanks, J! Tell your body it’s very welcome for the vitamins and fiber.