Seriously, can we just ship this election already? I'm exhausted. Tune in tonight for the Obama-mercial and Obama on the Daily Show. Frankly, I'm kind of excited to still be included in the "youth vote" demographic.
Today's the 80th birthday of my very favorite train, the N-Judah. Thanks to Seamus for the heads-up, and click through to the N Judah Chronicles for the full story!
To mark this grand occasion, I will ride it myself to work on Friday, a few days late (and very likely a dollar short), in traditional N-Judah and Ginevra fashion. Here's to another 80 years of overcrowding and getting stuck in the tunnel.
"Oh my GOD, Ginevra, are you ever going to post anything that isn't a video?"
Answer: not today! Because this video is so, so sweet. I love the groove in the song. Anthony Hamilton's voice is raspy in all the right ways. And he tries to cheer up his woman with a sock puppet, which I have done to my darling husband AND every one of my friends.
Vogue's got an excellent profile of Jill Biden. It really gave me a great picture of the Bidens and why Obama picked him as VP. Despite the pressure the Bidens and the Obamas get to move their families to Washington, they cherish the ability to give some normalcy to their families by staying in their hometowns. Jill seems grounded, charming, and altogether awesome. I liked this passage a lot:
When (Obama and Biden) became part of the ticket and (Jill and Michelle) started traveling together, she
says, "we began to like each other, and it became a truly warm
relationship. We just clicked on so many levels. And our families, I
mean, heck! Her mother is so wonderful, and she and her brother get
along. It was just this mesh of families. My granddaughters went to a
sleepover with Sasha and Malia and had a great time. Toward the end of
that week, we were about to say goodbye, and Michelle and I put our arms
around each other and she said, 'I love you,' and I said, 'I love you,
too.' I mean, in a week it got to that point—and it wasn't phony!
I think that's very unusual—maybe for two men to sort of hit it
off it's not—but I think it's more unusual for two women to click
There's links to the Vogue pieces on Michelle and Cindy McCain too. No word yet on a piece about Todd Palin.
Now that it's finally been confirmed that eggs are good for you, I'm all about eggs in the morning. They're an awesome way to get protein in your body, which increases satiety, and they're cheap. I get farmer's eggs from my grocery guy, because they're just the same price as the dubiously "cage-free" eggs that see the huge mark-up at the grocery store, and they taste, well...egg-ier.
Here's three things I've learned to do with eggs that has changed my consumption forevermore.
Omelets. If the omelet intimidated you before, read, and preferably watch, kitchen science geek Alton Brown teach you. The secret? No one else in the known world refrigerates their eggs. Let your eggs come up to room temperature before using them, they'll cook more delicately if they don't have that temperature difference to travel from raw to cooked. Alton suggests a hot water bath for five minutes while your eggs are still in the shell. The rest of the technique is equally awesome.
Scrambled eggs. The only people who know how to make scrambled eggs right are my dad and Shopsin's. Again, room temperature eggs help, and I use a spatula rather than a fork, because forking up (...ha!) my non-stick pans isn't in my budget.
Poached eggs. People all have their opinions on this one (vinegar! matches! plastic wrap!) but I figure that working cooks have been doing this way longer than most of us, and cranking out poached eggs by the dozen every day, so it's best to watch one.
Maybe it's the cold weather settling in, maybe it's the impact of the upside-down-ness of the past few months, maybe it's a cold beer on a cool night, missing how we sat with the dog under our feet at Kilowatt or Amber or 500 or anyone's house. Maybe it's all of the above.