Monday, June 13, 2011

all now mysterious shall be bright at last

Yesterday we drove past a house that's for sale not too far from our house. It would add twenty minutes to John's commute, and my kids would go to a different high school--the pregnant high school instead of the druggie high school. But the house is very cute, aside from a weird addition on the back, and it has seven acres, a bunch of mature trees, barns and chicken coops and sheds and fencing, and FIFTEEN SHARES OF WATER. It boggles the mind.

I bought some liver on Friday, but we still haven't eaten it. I know the kids are going to be snots about it, just because it tastes like dirty blood. Don't they know that wolves eat the organs first? Do they want to be apex predators or not? I waited until they left to play at the neighbors' house and then put the slices into some lemon juice to soak. I ate liver now and then when I was little, but I haven't eaten it for years. When I was in fourth grade I was hospitalized for being anemic and people kept bringing it over to our house. That's when I began my love affair with red meat, and I've never looked back.

Three of my sisters and I are undertaking to play a two-piano, four-hand arrangement of Finlandia for a duet recital in July. I think it might be really awesome.


tipsybaker said...

I want to know which Bittman column you were referring to in the last post, and what you thought. I went back and read some of his recent columns and puzzled over that.
That house sounds perfect. Are you going to make an offer?

Melissa Cunningham said...

First off, I can understand why you might want to move, but it's a no go for me. You aren't allowed. Second. If you make your kids eat liver, I will forever be sick to my stomach. And third. I better be invited to this recital!