You can add anything to eggs. Today it was sausage, tomatoes, pepper cheese, and onion, served with guacamole and fresh tortillas.
Poutine may be the most perfect food ever invented. I wish I could remember the name of the place we went in Montreal (no, it wasn't Frites Alors), but my brain was suffering from too many Cheval Blanc blanche, and I could barely remember anything outside the poutine. I know I was there, though--Magda and Joey have pictures.
It sucks when a cheap and well-reviewed makeup line is sold exclusively at Wal-Mart in the US. Rimmel is supposed to stay put, not smear, be incredibly inexpensive, and not cause breakouts. But I can't shop at Wal-Mart. I just can't.
And how come Old Navy clothing is sized so strangely? I can't wear a 12 in most of their pants and shorts, but a 14 falls off my body as soon as I button the waist. And I wear an eight or ten in their skirts. Whassup with that?
On Fine Literature
I've gotten Chef Boy interested in the original Tom Swift series of books. We read interesting passages to one another out loud and comment on the dialects spoken by the "darkies" (yes, the term is actually used and was acceptable at the time) and the Irish cooks (all named Bridget). Although Tom's a nice guy, in my mind, he still doesn't compare to Frank Merriwell, student leader and officer at Fardale Academy. Why, in two chapters, Frank saved a person from a burning house, then a person from torture, then a sinking ship, then another person from *another* burning house! All this and offensive ethnic characters from such far places as Vermont, too!
All Tom ever does is thrash Andy Foger, the red-haired, squinty-eyed bully, and invent stuff.
In all seriousness, there's a lesson to be learned from comparing such books as the Frank Merriwell series (first published in 1899 or 1900) and Tom Swift (the books I have date from 1910-1911) and the Nancy Drew series of the late 1920's and early 1930's. Nancy Drew books contain all the offensive racial and religious stereotyping of the others, but thankfully skip the offensive gender stereotypes. Even Bess, the wimpy one of the Bess/George/Nancy triad, isn't such a pantywaist as she is in the yellow-backed 1950's rewrites.
I go back to work tomorrow after an unprecedented four days off. I hope I remember where the brain is.