First, the good news: Julia Moskin at The New York Times serves up a modern recipe for chicken pot pie that looks absolutely scrumptious.
The bad news, also from the NYT: Whatever you weigh right this minute, you’re only gonna get fatter as 2016 and its various holiday seasons waddle to their belt-loosening denouement. I blame Obama. Also, the chicken pot pie.
The worse news: “Anything that happens in these next 10 weeks, on average, takes about five months to come off,” says professor Brian Wansink of Cornell University’s business school.
Does that include the election? Oh, God, no. I need some comfort food. And I think we all know what it might be. …
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Don’t I know this! I’m still trying to shed the extra kilos added during our time in Rome enjoying pranzo and cena almost every day courtesy of the Rome Sustainable Food Project – something Alice Waters cooked up for the American Academy in Rome.
But I also added a bit of cooking knowledge along with the extra kilos, so no regrets, as you can see here http://cycleitalia.blogspot.com/2014/12/angels-of-kitchen.html
Hey, Larry’s been playing the pasta guitar! Know any Dean Martin tunes? “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie. …”
That’s the only guitar I can play! “When you drool like pasta fazul, that’s amore!”.
Sounds like a middle latitude problem. My goal has always been to put on an extra 20 pounds, in case you get stuck somewhere and need to live off of stored body fat.
Putting on the extra pounds via 90 Shilling and/or Bulleit rye also ensures the internal organs are sufficiently pickled, serves as a bit of anti-freeze protection.
Good thinking, Steve. I’m hovering around 171, which is not my winter weight. As a consequence today’s morning temp in the mid-40s felt a tad brisk. Nevertheless, I held fast to my rule about not donning pants until the snow flies.
Election + comfort food = stout, and plenty of it
Hey, Pat, speaking of a good appetite, how’s El Duffo doing? The little guy back on his feet?
Hi Patrick, and thanks for asking about El Duffo. We just returned from the vet, where they gave him some more subcutaneous fluid for dehydration, and the verdict was that he was on the tail end of his tough bout of pancreatitis. Sandy leaves for Kentucky on Wednesday to help her Mom on the farm for a couple of weeks. So, I will finish nursing El Duffo back into a perfect specimen of a spoiled dog. I hope he produces some Boo worthy poo tomorrow.
Oops, Sandy leaves on Thursday not Wednesday.
Ho, Herself will be doing something similar to me later this month, buggering off to Tennessee for two weeks (combining business and family travel).
Better rent a backhoe just in case. That deuce The Boo dropped made me wonder if maybe I’d been out in the backyard under the influence of an acid flashback combined with a high-fiber diet.
Here’s something good happening in Arizona. 550 racers to compete this weekend in our little town. Might run down to M&M cycling today to see if they need any more volunteers for Sunday.
Click to access 2016-Race-3-Flier.pdf