Tag: memories

Faint heart never won fair lady

Whenever I make tuna salad, I think of my brother-in-law Wayne when he was wooing my sister. He’d come over on Saturdays after Debby and I did our housework. I’d make a pest of myself while they sat in the living room and listened to records and tried to talk and flirt. Most Saturdays, my mother would make sandwiches for our lunch, often tuna salad.

It wasn’t until after they were married that Wayne finally confessed that he hated tuna salad.

Yay for a sense of humor

Jon Stewart, how I must love you. In spite of this headache and its gift of aura (a word that sounds better than the reality: flashing lights that impair vision and leave a person nauseated and disoriented), and even though my limited Internet time over the past few days has been devoted to watching The Office (and season five just ended on a high note, making me long to start season six!), I watched your “Rally to Restore Sanity” on a live feed.

Plenty of high points: witty/funny homemade signs and T-shirts in the crowd, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar–who, by the way, is also a chronic migraine sufferer–dwarfing everyone else on stage (literally a high point!), a guest appearance by R2-D2, good music, sartorial satirist Stephen Colbert, and the sane keynote address from Jon himself. Probably the sound bite most people will hear from his speech: When we amplify everything, we hear nothing.

Indeed.

Sort of related: To show that I also have a sense of humor about myself, and maybe to give Marika a chance to show that WE CAN ALL BE CIVIL NO MATTER WHAT*, I decided to post this autographed photo I stumbled across last night when I was looking for something else.


Signed by Rod Morgenstein, Reb Beach, and Kip Winger when I met them in 1993.

I wonder why Jon Stewart didn’t get Winger to perform at “The Rally to Restore Sanity?”

*Nephews: This also applies to you if you see this on Facebook.

Food memory

It stuns me that we ever had leftover biscuits when I was growing up, since my mother’s biscuits were so good. I didn’t eat them, so maybe that’s why. My mother used to freeze the leftovers and when there were enough, she’d make chocolate bread pudding with them. That I liked.

When I knew my brother was planning to visit, I started hoarding and saving leftover biscuits because I intended to surprise him with chocolate bread pudding. I even found a recipe online that seemed very similar to my mother’s.

Only I forgot about the Ziplock bag in the freezer while David was here. Sorry. I made it tonight for Tom and Tim. Must have tasted okay, because this is what the 8×8 dish looked like when I took my migraine to bed early:

The recipe is here, if you’re interested.