accidental onions
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This morning, I cooked pancakes, bacon, and eggs for breakfast. I scrambled the eggs with chopped mushrooms and a stalk of green onion I'd pinched from the pot on our front porch:
Which is how they'd ended up in the pot of dead something-or-other that I'd meant to dump onto the compost heap late last year.
The BYM looked faintly appalled about the whole business but ate the eggs anyway.
Yesterday, I also finally learned why certain TennisWorld forum members shout "Onions!" when they witness "great shots under pressure" (courtesy of Matt Zemek, who says it was coined by basketball commentator Bill Raftery). This was during the course of the Roddick-Murray semifinal yesterday at Wimbledon, with onions served from both ends of the court. I like both Roddick and Federer (and Murray, for that matter) - I've enjoyed reading about how both men amped up their fitness prep after last year's losses, and Roddick seems especially sane about their crazy business: "My worst day is a lot of people's dream" - and I'm rooting for them both to bring their A+ games to tomorrow's final. (You would think that that should go without saying, but at least one well-known former player was talking about how Roddick fans must hope for a Fed off-day. Bah. Either man choking the match away would seriously disappoint me.)
Speaking of crazy business, I was charmed by Maurizio Cattelan's explanation about why he added salamis to 500 goodie bags at this year's Venice Biennale: "Always, when I am reading an art catalog and it's not a very good catalog, I wish I had a sandwich to eat. I wanted to do something nice for people."
And speaking of tasty things, there's a nice review of Spider Vein Impasto over at the Chapbook Review. I'm on a take-out menu! *delighted grin*
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The BYM: You did not grow that on purpose.
Me: Well, no. I meant to give the onions to Gigi back when we started renovating [the kitchen], but they kinda sat on the floor of the car until it was too late for that.
Which is how they'd ended up in the pot of dead something-or-other that I'd meant to dump onto the compost heap late last year.
The BYM looked faintly appalled about the whole business but ate the eggs anyway.
Yesterday, I also finally learned why certain TennisWorld forum members shout "Onions!" when they witness "great shots under pressure" (courtesy of Matt Zemek, who says it was coined by basketball commentator Bill Raftery). This was during the course of the Roddick-Murray semifinal yesterday at Wimbledon, with onions served from both ends of the court. I like both Roddick and Federer (and Murray, for that matter) - I've enjoyed reading about how both men amped up their fitness prep after last year's losses, and Roddick seems especially sane about their crazy business: "My worst day is a lot of people's dream" - and I'm rooting for them both to bring their A+ games to tomorrow's final. (You would think that that should go without saying, but at least one well-known former player was talking about how Roddick fans must hope for a Fed off-day. Bah. Either man choking the match away would seriously disappoint me.)
Speaking of crazy business, I was charmed by Maurizio Cattelan's explanation about why he added salamis to 500 goodie bags at this year's Venice Biennale: "Always, when I am reading an art catalog and it's not a very good catalog, I wish I had a sandwich to eat. I wanted to do something nice for people."
And speaking of tasty things, there's a nice review of Spider Vein Impasto over at the Chapbook Review. I'm on a take-out menu! *delighted grin*
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