The Mom Show

It’s Friday and I’ve got a great big load of…nothing.  Sorry, I’m just all blogged out this week.

However, this week’s Spin Cycle is all about “Mom” in honor of Mother’s Day this Sunday.  It’s been awhile since I posted this, so for those of you who might not know, my mother was on The David Letterman Show in the late 80s.  She died of a heart attack 15 years ago at the age of 51; I wish I’d known then what I know now about healthy diet.

If you want to know the story behind this video clip, click here.  And have a great weekend, y’all.

Michael Symon Tried To Kill Me

Well, okay – he didn’t try to kill me personally; his staff did.  And they didn’t do it intentionally, I’m sure.  But I’m certainly SICK AND F&%$ING TIRED of going to a restaurant and ordering FROM THE F&%$ING GLUTEN FREE MENU and getting gluten-bombed.  And hit with MSG, too – you’d think a place where a meal for two can cost $200 you wouldn’t have to worry about MSG in the food, but apparently you do.

No lectures, Jason – they have a gluten-free menu that isn’t gluten-free.  I shouldn’t have to call in advance for that.

At any rate, I’ve been up all night in the bathroom (on the plus side:  I actually found time to read a book) and am not up to the post I had planned for today about an interesting, 3-week dietary experiment I just went through (voluntarily and no, it did not include gluten.  Or grains.  Or cow’s dairy).  Next week.

All I have to say is this:  the food at Lola is very, very good; impeccably prepared and presented.  That is, if you don’t mind getting something you didn’t order, and in the case of those of us who can’t tolerate the gluten, all it takes is a tiny amount to turn what should have been a very pleasurable evening into several days of pain, discomfort and far too much time being acquainted with the porcelain throne.

To give him credit, when Beloved wrote about this on Chef Symon’s Facebook wall, he did reply, asking what I’d eaten so he could attend the matter.  In the meantime, I’ve decided to abstain from restaurants for awhile.  They’re not good for my health.

My Favorite Fantasy Redux

Due to the craziness that is my life right now and the many things I simply cannot blog about, I am re-running a few of my favorite posts from before the time I had any readers to speak of.  Hopefully this will only last a week or two; things ARE calming down and I DO have some good news about some of my recent issues.  Until then, in between “normal” postings, I give you some of my more obscure “greatest hits.”  Enjoy.

My favorite fantasy does NOT include Patrick Stewart in his Federation uniform, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine or Johnny Depp in any way, shape, form or fashion. Believe it or not.

No, my favorite fantasy involves me waking up at 9:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning (that is a fantasy in itself), stumbling into the kitchen to make coffee only to find my loving family – my ENTIRE loving family – gathered around the dining room table with half a dozen cookbooks and an equal number of recipe websites on my laptop, our grocery store’s sale circular spread out between them. There’s a lively discussion taking place about individual tastes (especially mine), what meals accommodate the family’s busy schedules, what is cost-effective, nutritious and tasty.

They are planning the menu for the week.

They don’t have to go grocery shopping; they don’t even have to cook any of the meals (lest we leave fantasy behind and enter the land of utter lunacy); just plan them. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks for seven days.

Nirvana.

Disclaimer: Since my Beloved is the most avid reader of my blog, I feel obligated to mention that he does our laundry. Every week. He also has no issues with vacuum cleaners, dust rags, SOS pads or toilet brushes. He does more than his fair share of housework.

See this? It is my ass. It is covered.