How could I forget the baklava? Maybe it is because I am so busy remembering passwords and PIN numbers!
A couple of weeks ago I mentioned that Cory had expressed a craving for homemade baklava, and I was all set to make it, possibly using those cute little phyllo cups in the freezer section. And then I got sideswiped ... by peaches-on-the-brain. Bah.
Blogger dashboards were unavailable for over a day, which meant that you could read, but I couldn't add any posts or do any editting to posts-in-progress. I had a bunch of ideas whooshing through my brain, and for all I know they may still be there, but it is Friday night and I am so tired, that driving home was an adventure. Once there, I headed for the couch and passed out for a few hours. Getting older sucks, have I said that lately?
Best line of the week: came from one of our CPIs (Child Protective Investigators) just today. Here's the set-up: this has been my week for shelter duty, which to the uninitiated means that if there is a shelter hearing, I'm the designated attorney to cover it. We rotate this responsibility among six attorneys, so it is not terribly onerous. This week, though, there were shelters every single day. Hey, it happens. Today, when I walked in, the CPI saw it was me, followed me up to the table with a big smile on her face and said, "I think you are becoming my favorite attorney!" No idea what it was I had done that brought her to that conclusion, but it was nice, nonetheless.
Best picture of the week: I've heard of bats in the belfry, but never termites in the belfry. Imagine my surprise coming out of the "new" courthouse this morning, when I saw this:
In the 15 years I've been practicing here, I've never seen this being done, even when the old courthouse was being restored. I wonder if this is the first time since it was built? I can only imagine what kind of super-termite has taken up residence in a 120 year old building. Anyway, by the time I returned for afternoon court, the termite guys had more than half the building wrapped up like a Romanesque Revival circus tent.
Mala Madre: that's me. My poor, sick son just came downstairs and asked if we had any soup (read: homemade) and all I had in the freezer was some tomato soup, not the sort of thing someone with a sore throat and upset stomach should be eating. No chicken soup. No Jewish penicillin. No goldene yoich. My child is suffering and he is having to rely on CANNED soup. I am a failure as a mother. First the baklava, now this.
But I did cook last night, trying out the recipe I had developed for chicken stroganoff. Very tasty, indeed. My boys approved, including Indy and Woody who somehow managed to convince Daddy to part with a little taste. I will post the recipe in a little while, so if you are interested in a new chicken recipe (is there really such a thing?) check over at the recipe blog.
In the news: can you believe Al Qaeda is sinking so low as to threaten the President's grandma? Grandmas are sacrosanct, and only a bunch of crazed terrorists would single one out as a target. And here's the other way of looking at it - the US takes out the most wanted man on Planet Earth, and the best his organization can do is threaten somebody's little old Kenyan granny? Shame on Al Qaeda ...
Newt Gingrich is running for the Republican nomination for President. Good God. The Republicans tried to impeach Bill Clinton over his affair with Monica Lewinsky ... can you imagine them getting behind a candidate with this sort of baggage?
Gingrich has been married three times. In 1962, he married Jackie Battley, his former high school geometry teacher, when he was 19 years old and she was 26. In the spring of 1980, Gingrich left Battley after having an affair with Marianne Ginther. Detractors have often said that Gingrich visited Battley while she was in the hospital recovering from cancer surgery to discuss the details of their divorce, but Gingrich has disputed that account. His daughter, Jackie Gingrich Cushman, has written that it was her mother who requested the divorce, that it happened prior to the hospital stay (which was for the removal of a benign tumor, not cancer), and that Gingrich’s visit was for the purpose of bringing his children to see their mother, not to discuss the divorce. Six months after the divorce from Battley was final, Gingrich wed Marianne Ginther in 1981.
In the mid-1990s, Gingrich began an affair with House of Representatives staffer Callista Bisek, who is 23 years his junior. They continued their affair during the Lewinsky scandal, when Gingrich was a leader of the Republican investigation of President Clinton for perjury in connection with his alleged affairs with Paula Jones and Monica Lewinsky. In 2000, Gingrich married Bisek shortly after his divorce from second wife Ginther.
Fortunately, I have no loyalty to any political party, and if pressed, will advise that I am a Rational Anarchist. If I was a Republican, I would be pulling my hair out over the available candidates ... Newt ... The Donald ... Sarah Palin ... Ron Paul. The only one who comes close to qualified is Mitt Romney, and the chances of this country supporting a Mormon for President are about as good as the chances for a female or Jewish President ... which is to say, damn close to zero.
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