I must do a tiny bit of old business
first. I forgot to answer one burning question from the last blog of
readers' questions. If I still haven't answered a question, it's
because I'm not gonna. Anyway, the answer to the missed question is
that Ray Liotta is back in Craig's orbit. From his resume on IMDBpro,
he has been filming a lot over the last year. Thus, he was not
intersecting with Craig. Now, he is and the chin waves have
commenced. Craig is no longer as paranoid about it. However, he is
really annoyed over all the sitcom actors who have moved into his
neighborhood. I don't know who they are. A description like 'you
know, that fat, balding guy with the hot wife on that show' could be
anyone.
I may have to put back the warning I
had on my blog for a while. It seems that it comes up on the
strangest searches from recipes to images from ancient cartoons. I'm
not sure why people click on a description that has nothing to do
with the search, but some do. Heck, a number of my gentle readers
have come from searches that have nothing to do with the primary
subjects of this blog. They have stayed for the hilarity. That's
great. I really don't get those who click on and then complain to me,
because I'm not writing about what they are looking for. I mean, I
have a big ol' header on top of this thing, for goodness sake. So, if
the rate of complaints doesn't ebb, I'll go back to the warnings.
The Bone China Syndrome
I inherited a strange syndrome from my
Mother. It had no name until the 1980s, I believe. When she wrapped a
turkey in puff pastry during her first ever holiday special, Mom knew
that she had Martha Stewart Syndrome – the need to opulently
entertain no mater how few people are supposed to show up. In her
defense, we never had a holiday where some unexpected guest showed up
– family or friend and often with a stranger in tow. Heck, many a
Sunday dinner featured some sort of guest – expected or not. Mom
would scold for not calling ahead, but she never turned anyone away.
She was a social soul, so I think she enjoyed entertaining despite
the work involved. She liked it even more as the cooking duties were
ceded to me. I didn't know that I had inherited this syndrome until
Jon and I were in LA. During that first year, not only wasn't I
obligated to entertain family, we also knew no one to invite over. I
would still make full blown Sunday dinners that served at least six.
I reasoned that we could eat the leftovers. And we did. Things got
really wacky during our first Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners in
LA. Despite our relatively solitary existence, I cooked like we were
having no fewer than twelve people with big appetites. I still do.
It's like I cannot fathom actually cooking a holiday meal for just
two people. I make the same amount of food down to the two sweet
potato pies even when we're invited out. I really loved the leftovers
for those meals.
I haven't done much entertaining since
2009. I was really sick during Thanksgiving. In fact, that was when
I knew something was really and seriously wrong. I couldn't eat that
meal. I was home by Christmas and I did cook as I usually would, but
I was still on a lot of drugs that effect appetite or the taste of
food. During 2010, I was not up to having guests. I think that's why
I went a little batty doing the high tea for Marie. I was so ecstatic
about entertaining – and seeing Marie. My knee jerk reaction to Jon
and my wedding anniversary is to go absolutely bonkers. I was gong to
make a three tiered wedding cake a la Ina Garten that serves 10-12
people. Even Jon can't eat that much cake. Eventually, it sunk into
my brain that Jon is a lot more laid back about celebrations. I
mean, that was the reason for the Las Vegas wedding. It was easy –
all we had to do was show up. We needn't have dressed up. The Elvis
was because we were getting married in Las Vegas and why not? He was
great. We split our reception up between an all you can eat seafood
buffet, Star Trek: the Experience and a dance club at the MGM Grand. It was no fuss but huge fun. So,
I kept this year's celebration simple. A steak sandwich (That's what
people from Philly call a Philly cheesesteak as it comes with no
cheese unless you ask for it, and one wouldn't use the name of the
city you're already in as part of the description). And we had a
normal sized layer cake. I also had some bubbly, but then I need very
little excuse to have that. Being Tuesday usually works. Mind, I may
want a big blow out for the 15 year anniversary. I'm thinking of a
vow renewal in Paris. Yes, that would be lovely especially since it
would be 20 years that we'll have been together. That deserves a bit
of fuss.
Updates
A new Sybpress title comes out this
week. Meanwhile, I am a week away from releasing a huge new title and
re-releasing two other titles. I'll have blogs on three sites next
week. These previews are for my regular readers only!
Stay tuned!
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