Monday, May 25, 2009

Happenings, post-op

1) The weekend was fabulous once the bleeding stopped and I could get the gauze out of my mouth. Too much information? Too late.

2) We had home made, hand-rolled, chicken and pork tamales. My Dad made sure we were all assembling them the way it should be done-- the way "his people" do it.

3) I never actually consumed any pudding or cottage cheese. Nor did my mouth swell up at all. I've been masticating solid foods aaaall weekend long.

4) The rhubard bread pudding was BOSS.

5) I've now realized that this whole post so far has been mostly dedicated to the food I consumed. I really did more than EAT... I did spend some time with people.

6) We read suspense thrillers all weekend long instead of actually leaving the house.

7) Harry is gone now and I'm a bit blue.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

He's a-comin'

So, Harry is coming tomorrow. I'm getting an impacted wisdom tooth out (tiny preview: a doctor will be drilling into my jaw bone and taking out, little pieces at a time, a large and unweildly wisdom tooth-- and I will NOT be asleep for all of this). So, naturally, he's coming to take care of me. Which really means he'll cuddle up with me and my enormous, swollen jaw and watch Hitchcock movies with me for 3 WHOLE DAYS while I load up on pain killers and eat nothing but smoothies, pudding, and cottage cheese.

Because a) I'm so excited to see him for the first time in two weeks I am actually bouncing in my chair (and squealing), b) he's so sweet to drive all the way down to be my human pillow and c) he will maintain the ability to masticate solid foods, I have stocked up on two things that are near and dear to his heart:

Whole Milk-- dubbed by me "melted ice cream."


Note the "mini." When they're mini, you can combine them WITH the milk in the same bowl, and it becomes something like a celestial serving of cereal.

I'm going to try this rhubarb bread pudding recipe. The very name of this recipe elicited the same response from both Harry and my Dad-- wide eyes, a dropped jaw, and a lot of rapid nodding.

In case you're curious, here's the recipe!

8 slices bread without crusts, toasted and
1 1/2 cups milk
1/4 cup butter or margarine
5 eggs
1 1/4 cups white sugar
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon salt
2 cups diced rhubarb
1/4 cup chopped walnuts

1. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C).
2. Place bread cubes into a buttered 2 quart casserole dish. Combine the milk and butter in a saucepan, and heat just to the boiling point. Pour over the bread cubes, and let stand for 15 minutes. In a medium bowl, whisk together the eggs, sugar, cinnamon and salt. Stir in rhubarb. Pour over the soaked bread, and stir gently until evenly blended. Sprinkle walnuts over the top.
3. Bake for 50 minutes in the preheated oven, until nicely browned on the top. Let stand for 10 minutes before serving.
And thus ends this large and unweildy post. And it, like large and unweildy wisdom teeth, must come to an end.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Never can quite tell if this video is legit or not.

Some say it was staged, others say it's totally convincing. Either way, it makes me even more grateful that I'm NOT getting married by a swimming pool.

And just since this wedding video makes me (and everyone else who's ever seen it in my presence) CRINGE, here's one to take the edge off.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Photographs of Non-Inspiration

When I was studying in London years ago (oh all those 3 years ago), there was a running joke in our group. In that group was one of my good friends-- for the purpose of this post, we shall call her MCB. MCB joked that one day, when she got married, she would have a "ghetto wedding." It would out-ghetto all other events in history. I think I recall a plan to even have a contest at the wedding-- whoever found the piece of shrapnel in their piece of wedding cake won a prize. Which would be something like a broken flip flop or a cassette copy of Paula Abdul's "Shut up and dance."
Anyway. We are not having a ghetto wedding (and, I must add, MCB didn't have a ghetto wedding either. Her wedding was beautiful and classic).
I am a Google Images Aficianado. And I simply HAD to get some "would-be ghetto wedding" pictures out there for the world to see. Just so we all know what kind of wedding we won't be having.

The Camo-Tux

The wedding cake comprised of Hostess Ding Dongs

The bridesmaid dresses rented from nearby Ballroom Dance studio.

There you have it. You can all count on those things NOT being a part of the big day. So rest at ease.

I may however hide something special in the wedding cake. But not shrapnel. Something classy, like a kazoo or a G.I. Joe.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009


I'm sitting here watching "American Idol" and for no apparent reason I just knew... it's time. The first post is so happening.

So. We're getting married.