February 10th, 2005

Mama Deb

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Mama Deb

Dinner tonight

Before I try the sleep thing again:

I made cellio's spinach and egg dish. I saute'd red onion and garlic in olive oil, with a touch of allspice, and mixed it with baby spinach (all the spinach my local market had) and crumbled Israeli feta cheese. I put this in a casserole and carefully dropped in four eggs. It took about a half hour or so for the eggs to cook. We each got two eggs and the greens around them, to which I added pepper.

It was delicious. Light and flavorful and the eggs came out perfectly. I served it with fancy oven fries (frozen potatoes with rosemary, garlic and olive oil. I think I'm going to try this with fresh potatoes because they were yummy.)
pakua

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Pakua ended not well. We were doing sidefalls and Riki landed on her shoulder. She was in considerable pain, although there was nothing visibly dislocated and she could move her arm and her hand. I offered to drive her home in her car, but she insisted on driving herself if I would bring it around because she couldn't stand the idea of changing out of her uniform, or even putting her skirt on over it. Which is what I did - put a skirt over my uniform (pants legs sticking out) and my sneakers on, and then driving her car around.

After she dropped me off, she went to see her cousin, who is an EMT and who lives close to me.

The masters all responded quickly and appropriately and advised her to get an x-ray. This is a physical activity, a sport. Accidents happen, injuries happen. The thing to look for is the response, and the response was excellent.

Later on, after my shower, I turned on the end of a rerun of The West Wing, The Crackpots and these Women, which, among other things, has a gentle lunatic coming in to talk about a UFO to Sam. The UFO is, in fact, completely Identified - it's a Russian satellite falling back to earth, a reminder whem "Two great nations dared to try to reach the starts."

And then he says, "What will be the next thing that challenges us, Toby? That makes us go farther and work harder? Do you know that when smallpox was eradicated it was considered the single greatest humanitarian achievement of the twentieth century? Surely we can do it again, as we did in a time when our eyes looked toward the heavens, and with outstretched fingers, we touched the face of God."

And I broke down in big, sobbing, tears. Because there was a time when we reached for the stars, and there
was a time when we reached towards the heavens, and we aren't anymore. We're stuck on this ball of dirt - beautiful and precious and we are harming it everyday - and we can't go anywhere beyond Earth orbit, and there isn't a colony on the Moon now, or a manned flight to Mars in the works and, my goodness, it hurts.

We made it up with computers less powerful than pocket calculators. What could we do now?
foodporn

Dinner tonight

Since the kitchen is still dairy and all, tonight's theme seems to be butter.

Because I tend to cook meat or pareve, I almost never cook with butter. I keep it in the freezer because we use it so rarely. But tonight - ahhh.

The menu is baked salmon filet, dotted with butter and dusted with grill spice (sitting uncooked in the pan waiting for my husband to get home), zucchini sauted with onions and garlic in butter and olive oil and multi-colored noodles tossed with butter, salt and pepper. Noodles are cooking now.

I forget how incredibly lovely onions cooked in butter smell.