Alive, barely

Posted on December 28th, 2006 by Jackie Danicki



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Seriously, how does anyone live in the midwest of America and NOT suffer from morbid obesity? I’m struggling here. Thank God my dad has a treadmill.

Worse, I’m now here without Antoine, who flew home on Tuesday. I embarrassed myself by crying at the airport when we dropped him off, even though he and I are hooking up on Saturday in New York.

It’s nice to have some offline time, though. I’ve rediscovered television, which is not a good thing when coupled with all this American holiday food. I was going to use this time to read, read, read, but mostly I’ve been watching Top Chef, Bridezillas, and the hideously fascinating Paula Deen. (I’m so glad Antoine was here with me to see her make a croque madame with mayonnaise, hollandaise, and extra melted butter, because he wouldn’t have believed me if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes.)

Anyway, I’m seeing a lot of my family, so it’s all good. More of substance soon, I hope.

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4 Responses to “Alive, barely”

  1. Alice Bachini-Smith, on December 28th, 2006 at 4:32 pm Said:

    OMG, Paula Deen, we couldn’t believe her either. Cakes cakes and more cakes, she must be singlehandedly responsible for more deaths than George Bush put together, surely. And her accent. Just, wow.

  2. Jackie Danicki, on December 29th, 2006 at 3:49 pm Said:

    I know! She’s great, isn’t she? I have come to admire her staunch refusal to do anything to curry favour with, well, anyone. You take her or you leave her. Extremely cool.

  3. Sigivald, on December 30th, 2006 at 1:14 am Said:

    As we say, in imitation of Paula, “You can’t have a party without a pig!” (Cain’t, and Piy-ug, to be specific.)

  4. Carolyn, on December 31st, 2006 at 9:30 am Said:

    I’d never seen her, but caught part of her show recently. Her son walked on, having just come back from Seattle where he claimed to have gone fishing, and handed over a giant whole fresh salmon for his mom.
    She promptly turned a sparkling fresh, lovely Pacific Northwest salmon (and it looked like a King salmon, too) into mayo-laden salmon mousse. Surely mousse is something you do with lesser salmon, leftover salmon, or canned salmon?
    I just think of the ceremonies the native tribes would do, ceremonially eating the first salmon of the season and then putting its bones back in the water so it could thank the other salmon and tell them that it was treated with respect.
    Paula Deen’s salmon? Don’t put that one’s bones back in the water. I don’t want the other salmon finding out.