You should run to your kitchen and make this apple galette right away. It's yummy, and quite easy - you know this must be true or I wouldn't have made it. I add about 1/2 tsp sugar to the pastry dough, and because I never have lemons handy, I used that fantastic lemon oil Kate sent me instead of zest. Oh, and I've made it with granny smiths as well as golden delicious apples.
In other news, Tio Carlo bought us, er, the cats, one of these for xmas. Chica hasn't yet decided if it's trying to feed her or kill her, and while Pablo accepts it, he is somewhat upset that his job as nom distribution supervisor has been outsourced to a machine.
In other, other news, I have fallen in love with making my own pasta. Which, of course, means I'll need more beta testers. Anyone?
Zucchini Muffins:
Seriously, go make these now. Super easy, and no, you don't have to peel the zucchini. You can also make bread, but you have to pace in front of the oven longer.
Symphony outing #1 is done - Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto, awesome. This weekend is trip #2 - Lauderdale Plays Gershwin. Thomas Lauderdale, for those who don't know, is the pianist in the band Pink Martini. I'm guessing you can probably figure out which one was my pick and which one was CR's.
My small thanksgiving dinner has now turned into dinner for six. On the upside, I finally get my veggie thanksgiving. On the down side, the living room is buried in recipes and I have no idea what to make. And that week is starting to fill up as not only do we have guests coming in from out of town, but someone got me Trail Blazers tix (v. Miami) for my birthday. Speaking of which, that's over, 39 (for the first time!) is now official. It's only been 2 days - so far so good. I figure I have another 363 days to decide whether or not 39 will become a permanent thing. :)
A couple weeks ago I started to wonder who would throw who under the bus first. Would McCain lose and blame it on Palin, or would she immediately jump out to distance herself from McCain? Looks like he won:
NEWSWEEK has also learned that Palin's shopping spree at high-end department stores was more extensive than previously reported. While publicly supporting Palin, McCain's top advisers privately fumed at what they regarded as her outrageous profligacy. One senior aide said that Nicolle Wallace had told Palin to buy three suits for the convention and hire a stylist. But instead, the vice presidential nominee began buying for herself and her family—clothes and accessories from top stores such as Saks Fifth Avenue and Neiman Marcus. According to two knowledgeable sources, a vast majority of the clothes were bought by a wealthy donor, who was shocked when he got the bill. Palin also used low-level staffers to buy some of the clothes on their credit cards. The McCain campaign found out last week when the aides sought reimbursement. One aide estimated that she spent "tens of thousands" more than the reported $150,000, and that $20,000 to $40,000 went to buy clothes for her husband. Some articles of clothing have apparently been lost. An angry aide characterized the shopping spree as "Wasilla hillbillies looting Neiman Marcus from coast to coast," and said the truth will eventually come out when the Republican Party audits its books.
Republicans = the party of petty politics.
In other news, I'm proud to announce that my entire gene pool, and close friends, all went for Obama, including my brother, 34 and first time voter - and big props to our family friend Danny, 66, former Chicago Firefighter, also a first time voter.
November is always a busy month. My birthday, both our Mother's birthdays - and that is always it's own special drama since they are 4 days apart, and Thanksgiving usually falls on one of them. From one we get polish, catholic guilt, from the other those big sad eyes: oh, you're going to her house this year...Well, actually, no, I'm staying home this year.
That aside, I have two symphonies to attend this month, a small Thanksgiving dinner to plan, and a little thing called election day this Tuesday. You know what I realized today? I was in the kitchen cleaning the dried oregano and I had to mute the TV because Palin was speaking and all I was doing was swearing at the TV. Whenever John McCain is on TV I catch myself saying, stop calling me your friend you fucking asshole! On one hand I just want this to be oooooover. On the other hand, I agree with Bill Maher, this is the best election ever.
The other thing I realized while cleaning the oregano is that Pablo thinks EVERY herb is catnip. Furry little guy is a junkie...
With the exception of a few determined maters, and of course the broccoli which doesn't mind the cold, everything ripe, sorta ripe, vaguely but not quite ripe, has been harvested. And with that, the garden is closed for the year. No winter garden for me as there is a likely probability we'll be moving to the Big City after the first of the year (I know, I know, we've been here before...) and it would break my heart to plant garlic and then have to leave it behind. In all honesty though, I am kind of glad for the break. At the beginning of the season I kept talking about how I'd EXPAND the garden next year, but after making enough tomato sauce to outlast a nuclear winter, I came to realize it was maybe a little bigger than I thought when I planted everything in the first place. Which reminds me, I still have oregano and thyme to cut...
In any case, the good news for you is no garden talk for a while. The bad news for me is I have to find something else to talk about...
Elle Randall is the owner of Positron! Records, an independent record label that specializes in electronic music. She is also a web geek, a cat lover, a gardener, an armchair physicist, a fairly good cook, a pretty bad photographer, a useless psychic, and a terrible, terrible knitter.
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