Blogging While Drunk

Well, not drunk, exactly, just with a nice healthy slug of rum under one's belt and the large economy-sized glass of red wine with dinner.

Dinner! What can I say? Homemade pizza, with all fresh ingredients, and it tasted soooo good. Lots of cherry tomatoes, fresh broccoli, mushrooms, onions, garlic, yellow pepper,pepperoni, and three cheeses: fontina, mozzarella and parmesan. So good, so incredibly good.

And dessert! Youzza! Mascarpone tarte with fresh orange and honey and those little green nuts, whattamacallems. That's how much to drink. Pistachios. Recipe from Bon Appetit.

Pizza is my own concoction with dough from Roche Brothers. There's no comparison with store bought.

Feeling mellow. Leaving on a short trip to Atlanta tomorrow. Taking books along. Weather there much like here, so no difficult clothing decisions.

I've discovered one can wear the same clothes day after day and he world does not implode. But---my nice bear pajama bottoms from Coldwater Creek are wearing out. Also a couple pair of socks. I'm trying to see how long I can go without buying anything. One year? Two years? How long? Until one is in tatters. Too many clothes.

Until later,

Grapeshot

Read in at the Atlanta Journal

More and more papers, like the Boston Globe, are decreasing the book reviews and even folding the Sunday review section into other parts of the paper. The Atlanta Journal is pulling this, and yesterday there was a read-in with some literary luminaries. I love it.

http://bookcriticscircle.blogspot.com/2007/05/protest-at-atlanta-journal-constitution.html

The fox on the stool
Is very cool.

Hmmmm.

I'm a poet
And don't know it.

My old aunts in Kansas used to say that. Never hear it around here, except when I repeat it.
Today, Significant Other and I are tooling into town to see the Edward Hopper exhibit at the MFA. Globe praised and NY Times panned. Will the WJS cast the deciding vote?