Nothing is more exasperating that to discover you have this huge herd instinct. Yesterday, the forecast for New Year's Eve was not encouraging, and I thought rather than trek into Boston in bad weather, we could opt for a visit to the Museum of Science today. It's Tuesday, a nothing kind of day, right, and sure, kids are out of schools, but so what?
Naturally, we got a late start and arrived at the museum around 12:30. Pandemonium. There must have been 10,000 kids and parents and strollers and ye gods, the noise. No one was screaming, or anything, in fact I actually did not hear a kid cry all day, but there were so freakin' many of them. The IMAX was sold out until 4:00 p.m.
We saw the cool "monsters" exhibit, ate a bit of lunch. The pizza line was ENDLESS, so most of us opted for the salad bar which had no wait. We visited the Planetarium for the first time, and of course all the adults fell asleep. Soothing music, darkness, after lunch with no coffee. Zzzzzz. How fine it was.
We got out of there around 3:30, and of course, in true lock step with the HERD, the rush hour had begun. 93 South was a parking lot, and we opted for the Pike which was fine.
Speaking of herds, the obstrerperous and pregnant young cow that was jumping the fence and misbehaving last week is not in the pasture. Hope she's in the barn or a shed or somewhere besides back where she came from. Of course if Iris's baby returned, I would be very happy. Maggie and the young black bull seemed to be bonding yesterday, and I wanted to say, "listen here, that's your grandson!" but she's a cow.
Every now and then a recipe comes along that is so fine one makes it forever. Breast Budapest, is such a find. Sounds like something the old Gabor sisters might have concocted.
It came from Perdue when their thin-sliced cutlets first appeared in the supermarket, and recipes were included to give the cook a leg up. The cutlets were kind of pricey, and I can understand why Perdue wanted to popularize them.
Breast Budapest is sauteed-in-butter chicken breast in a delicious goulash sauce, heavy on the cream. Is it ever good. We had it tonight with bow tie pasta, and peas and carrots. Yum!! If I can scare up the recipe on the Net I'll post the link.
So now we're still without plans for New Year's Eve, the most over-rated holiday of all. The best one I ever had was at a party in the Adolphus Hotel in Dallas before the Cotton Bowl. Zowie.
Grapeshot, regretfully just one of the herd.
Naturally, we got a late start and arrived at the museum around 12:30. Pandemonium. There must have been 10,000 kids and parents and strollers and ye gods, the noise. No one was screaming, or anything, in fact I actually did not hear a kid cry all day, but there were so freakin' many of them. The IMAX was sold out until 4:00 p.m.
We saw the cool "monsters" exhibit, ate a bit of lunch. The pizza line was ENDLESS, so most of us opted for the salad bar which had no wait. We visited the Planetarium for the first time, and of course all the adults fell asleep. Soothing music, darkness, after lunch with no coffee. Zzzzzz. How fine it was.
We got out of there around 3:30, and of course, in true lock step with the HERD, the rush hour had begun. 93 South was a parking lot, and we opted for the Pike which was fine.
Speaking of herds, the obstrerperous and pregnant young cow that was jumping the fence and misbehaving last week is not in the pasture. Hope she's in the barn or a shed or somewhere besides back where she came from. Of course if Iris's baby returned, I would be very happy. Maggie and the young black bull seemed to be bonding yesterday, and I wanted to say, "listen here, that's your grandson!" but she's a cow.
Every now and then a recipe comes along that is so fine one makes it forever. Breast Budapest, is such a find. Sounds like something the old Gabor sisters might have concocted.
It came from Perdue when their thin-sliced cutlets first appeared in the supermarket, and recipes were included to give the cook a leg up. The cutlets were kind of pricey, and I can understand why Perdue wanted to popularize them.
Breast Budapest is sauteed-in-butter chicken breast in a delicious goulash sauce, heavy on the cream. Is it ever good. We had it tonight with bow tie pasta, and peas and carrots. Yum!! If I can scare up the recipe on the Net I'll post the link.
So now we're still without plans for New Year's Eve, the most over-rated holiday of all. The best one I ever had was at a party in the Adolphus Hotel in Dallas before the Cotton Bowl. Zowie.
Grapeshot, regretfully just one of the herd.
No luck on the recipe, but you get some odd hits if you Google Breast Budapest.
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