I am a frustrated Iron Chef America viewer.
My addiction started after first finding the Iron Chef show on the Fine Living network, back in the day. The show originated in Japan, and was really kitschy, because the show was translated into English, so it was like you were watching a Godzilla themed cooking show.
I have always been playing catch up, since the show has been on forever, but the Food Network has decided to run reruns of diners, Drive-Ins & Dives..over, and over and over**ad nauseum**..This morning I have the station on and they are showing the promos for the Next Iron Chef. I am chomping at the bit at this, because they have some kick-ass chefs that are going to compete. All are professional chefs, and probably most have shows that are currently on the Food Network. One that I know of has made news for having the IRS go over his books, and this chef, whose initials are G.Z., is probably the most pompous ass of a chef shown on the station, so it will be interesting to see how that pans out.
**rubbing my hands in anticipation**
Let the games begin.
..and no, this isn’t about the passing of Steve Jobs,although R.I.P. to him, but this is about the music of George Harrison, which I’ve got on my Iphone, adding to Steve Jobs’ estate..
I grew up post-Beatles, or should I say, the Beatles grew up with me. I was a toddler when “She loves You” came out, in fourth grade when Sgt.Pepper came out, and so on.
Fast forward forty years and on my Iphone the Concert for George is playing. After George Harrison died of cancer, his friends, such as Tom Petty and Eric Clapton got together and did a concert as a tribute. There is some good stuff on it, IMHO.
Two nights ago, Jim and I were watching the HBO documentary on George Harrison and it was pretty darn good, and as well it should have been, as it was done by Martin Scorsese. The one thing that struck me, in it, was when George was apprehensive about writing songs, “after all, John and Paul did that: could I do it?”
I am glad you did George. I have gotten into YOUR music and YOUR lyrics, and think you did a helluva job…now if I could only get them out of my head….lol.
While going out to the more scenic area where my work is sometimes located, I had to go through the major train station in order to get there.
I had been a little early, so I took advantage of the time, grabbed a hot coffee to loosen up the wreck of a cough I am currently nursing, and sat..and watched, albeit for a little while. As I was drinking coffee, I looked at the people walking past me who were also carrying coffee cups. I kind of came to this equation; coffee is the universal solvent. It seemed that regardless of sex, race,age,blue-collar, white-collar, working or retired.There was a cup in 11 out of 20 hands. Granted, some of them might have been tea or cocoa. Evidently, recession or not, folks need their cup of joe.
Personally, my Phillies had me up last night, along with my cough, and I figured I’d need a little jolt so I can hopefully see my Fightin’ Phillies bury the Cardinals tonite..**fingers crossed**..Here’s hoping!
So if you have followed me from Blogger.com, you’ll remember that I have a fondness for all things vanilla.
As disappointed as I was with Folger’s Vanilla Biscotti kcups, over this past weekend I went out and bought them again. I know, how stupid is she?, but at the same time, I am armed with a fresh bottle of vanilla syrup( 35 calories a tbsp), and am going to give it another shot. I mean, when things are supposed to be vanilla, well, everything else was good.I know, the rule of thumb is anything “vanilla” is bland, but I always say vanilla is a pure flavor.I am giving the Kcup a chance to redeem itself. Besides my sinus ravaged throat can use something hot…lol
For lack of anything better to do, I had the E! Channel on and Jim and I were watching the Kardashians, or, more appropriately, “Keeping up with the Kardashians”.
After a little while, Jim was intrigued and still wonders do people actually live like this? Sure, I said, if you’re in Calabasas California, are married to a former gold medal Olympian, Bruce Jenner. I really can’t fathom the bit that their husband/friend/father, the late Robert Kardashian, was OJ’s lawyer. I mean, until Kim got herself caught in a sex tape scandal, that was the family’s claim to fame. Now look at them. Even as I type this, I have E! on for white noise and Mr. and Mrs. Jenner are celebrating their twentieth anniversary in Bora-Bora. Really…
I can just see the Kardashian girls living my life, dealing with my Mom’s illness, working my job,cooking my dinners. In the old days, before dementia, Mom used to say ” Must be nice..”( meaning to have money. They have a new line of clothes designed, allegedly, by the Kardashian girls…sure, and they’ll fit up to what, size 10? Funny they never seem to prepare a meal on the show. Beds are always magically made, and one episode actually had one of the younger daughters farming out a dog walking job to a local Mexican worker for half what Bruce Jenner was going to pay her.
Talk about Fantasyland….
…changing weather too.
Those of you who had been reading know I loathe the oppressive humidity of summer. Ok, so now it’s cooler and “ta-dah!” my sinuses have rebelled. I think it really is the mold around from all the rain we had. Add in a touch of ragweed, and what a disaster. Last year I was kind of lucky with my sinuses…obviously not so this fall. Think I will take the girls out for a walk and hopefully, the salt air will work it’s magic. It’ll will surely be a job to stay awake to watch my Phillies tonite, and not let the sinus medication knock me out.
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Please come back and read it often!