I didn’t make the Raspberry Chocolate Cake I was hoping to. When I got to the raspberries, a disgusting layer of mold had formed in the middle. C'est La Vie! I didn’t need to eat the entire cake so close to Summer season, anyhow.
This morning, Pat Kiernan brought up a few articles that I had to share with you:
• This is the last I’ll speak of the Runaway Bride. The NYPost’s columnist, Andrea Peyser discusses the fame associated with this media spectacle. “JENNIFER Wilbanks hails from a slice of the South where 32-year-old never-married women are either insane, in prison or gay.” Now, I’m not one to say whether this is true but when my cousin married his bride, her family told me that she was the ‘old maid’ of the family and they were fearful. She was 19, 4 years younger than I was.
• On Sunday, Lrudlrick and our cousins were having a beer at Union Square and the topic of Critical Mass was mentioned. Critical Mass is a once a month occurrence where bicyclist take to the streets. I believe it started to raise awareness of non-pollution forms of transportation. You can find more info on this event in your town at http://www.critical-mass.org/. Well, in NYC, Critical Mass has been going on since I was in college. It was rather peaceful. As Lrudlrick puts it, “The idiots at CM had to have realized that all hell would break loose after the Republican National convention debacle.” Dan Barry must have been sitting next to us because he writes about it in today’s NY Times. “Officers stand ready to snare bikers with netting...”
• Stephen Colbert fans rejoice. A new half hour show is scheduled for Comedy Central’s fall line up. The Colbert Report will air after ‘The Daily Show’ and lampoon cable news talk show hosts. Whatever happens, please keep ‘This Week In God’. I love that segment.
Back to pantrygirl land, last weekend Lrudlrick and I were at Tower Records on the Upper Westside. We left empty handed. With iTunes, it didn’t seem economical to buy a cd when we’ve only heard one song on the entire album. This made me a bit sad thinking of all the missed gems I may overlook because I’m letting my music tastes fall into that sales-worthy music category. With the proliferation of individual program based stations on XM radio, I’m hoping it will stunt it.
We got hungry and decided to stop by this Italian restaurant we discovered two weeks prior. The name eludes me. As we were seated, the waiter, who reminds me of Poppi from Seinfeld, comes by and says, “Welcome back.” “Uh, thanks.” I had no idea we made an impression the last time we were here. I hope business isn’t that slow.
In general, we’re pretty non-descript people. We weren’t trying to make a nice impression. In fact, I recall wearing ratty jeans and a ribbed turtleneck. That’s pretty non-descript. Nothing freakish happened while we were there last. Lrudlrick has now decided this is ‘Our Place’. Ok.
Two days later, we’re at a diner in Chelsea and the wait staff was practically folding napkins onto our lap. “This is Our Breakfast Place.” Ok.
Note to all restaurants in NYC: to get an ‘Our Place’ rating in the Lrudlrick Guide to Great Eats, be sure to be super attentive to the wavy haired man wearing jeans and a Henley.
Just a small note on the song in my head, Apple, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie. Now that I think about it, this guy is a stalker.
"You just keep ignoring me.
I'll find you anywhere you go,
I'll follow you high and low.
You can't escape this love of mine anytime.
Well, I'll sneak up behind you,
Be careful where I find you."
I've been bopping to a stalker.