Monday, April 21, 2008

bunches of talking

Tonight we're going to attempt disbudding the rest of the babies. I don't know that we'll have enough time before it gets dark, but I hope so. I need to be done with this. They weren't ready on Friday, because their horn buds were barely perceptible. Traci's boy has survived his trauma and doesn't seem to bear us any ill will.

Slate has an interesting article concerning Obama's "cling" mess. I don't know that I have the desire to really get into this, but I think it's worth a read, even if I don't agree with everything the author says. My initial opinion (which was only lukewarm to begin with) of Obama has cooled considerably (starting right about the time his wife made those unfortunate remarks, which I know aren't necessarily his fault, but there you have it), and of course I'm sure he was both condescending AND pandering, because: politician, but I don't know that we need to be blaming him for class warfare. And, as I said to John last week, "How can he NOT think he's better than them? I think I'm better than them!" I don't like the culture of victimhood that our society seems to encourage. Everybody's got stuff. Some of it is a lot uglier than other, but you can't let it define who you are. You can't let it control you.

Smith's finally had some rhubarb last week, so I bought three pounds of it. I was going to make a rhubarb crisp and rhubarb ice cream to go on top, but we only made it to the ice cream. I candied some pecans to go on the ice cream instead. The recipe is from our friends the McAllisters, maybe Jenny will post it? If not, I will post it and credit my source. She also has a recipe for avocado smoothies over there that are really, really good, and I promise don't taste at all like monsters.

Here's a great chicken recipe we had last week:
You preheat the oven to 450*, heat a teaspoon or so of oil to medium high in a large ovensafe skillet, then put the chicken in, skin-side down, and put the skillet in the oven. After 15 minutes or something I had to take it out to put the bread in, and I added the mirepoix and finished it on the stovetop, so that part's kind of sketchy. It tasted so good, though. It's an adaptation of something a guy did on Martha sometime recently. What? My days are all mixy.

The bathroom odd-jobbing guys are here today. Bathrooms are so expensive, even ghetto bathrooms. And John is unhappy with the cement work, which is admittedly janky, having been done by two men who may or may not be charlatans, and we've already paid $800 dollars for the electrical work, and we don't even have any light in there, and we still have to buy the vanity base, and John is getting all pearl-clutchy about the shower, because he's a really tall guy, and it looks a lot like he's going to be hitting his head on the ceiling if they're not careful, which he loves SO MUCH, because he learned to love hitting his head on our canopy bed that has a giant log right above his eye level, and I still haven't called the cultured marble guy back, because I'm pretty excited to spend Wow! That much? on the shower and backsplash, and I'm darn sick and tired of having panels of sheet rock just sitting around in my family room just waiting to be knocked over, speaking of which, Superman knocked over the marble vanity the other day, and it fell on him, but got stuck halfway down by the sheet rock, so I guess it saved his life, which is a good thing, but what it comes down to is THIS BATHROOM NEEDS TO BE FINISHED NOW. Or, as our electrician (who is honestly worth every penny we've ever paid or will pay him) calls it, the "combination toidey-gym." Because I'm probably going to put my treadmill and a TV down on the far end, and put up a curtain or a screen. You stay classy, self!