|Seymour Skinner:||Superintendent, I hope you’re ready for mouth-watering hamburgers.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||I thought we were having steamed clams.|
|Seymour Skinner:||Oh, no, I said steamed hams. That’s what I call hamburgers.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||You call hamburgers steamed hams?|
|Seymour Skinner:||Yes, it’s a regional dialect.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||Uh-huh. What region?|
|Seymour Skinner:||Uhh … Upstate New York.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||Really? Well, I’m from Utica, and I’ve never heard anyone use the phrase ‘steamed hams.’|
|Seymour Skinner:||Oh, not in Utica. No, it’s an Albany expression.|
|Superintendent Chalmers:||I see.|
Archive for the ‘Cooking’ Category
We picked up our tickets to the Papal Mass in Yankee Stadium and have been busy trying to discourage Pru from putting them in her mouth.
We made a very tasty classic Texan dinner: chicken fried steak and Dr Pepper.
We did the laundry (and temporarily lost Cal in the process).
We cleaned the oven; it passed Cal’s inspection.
We saw the kneelerthat will be used when the Holy Father (Be-ne-dict X-V-I/Be-ne-dict, he’s our guy!) visits our neighborhood.
Pru has been quite a handful over the last week. Literally. She’s going through a phase where during the day and during much of the night she won’t sleep unless she’s being held. Needless to say, this complicates things like blogging, emailing, cooking, cleaning, and shopping for and wrapping Christmas presents significantly. We’ve more or less taken to eating in shifts, for example.
I’m not sure what the cause of this change is (when she was newly home, she slept all day long, and was relatively content to just lay in her crib even when she was awake so long as she wasn’t hungry or needing a change). I suspect it’s partially developmental – she’s presumably been going through her three-week growth spurt, which apparently increases discomfort and fussiness in infants. It’s also probably partially environmental – the heater in the bedroom stopped producing hot air about two and a half weeks ago, which made it very hard to keep her adequately warm. The heater is heating again now, sort of, but only after a still-unfinished series of tragicomic misadventures, which I may describe in a subsequent post, tentatively titled “Why I Am Withholding Next Month’s Rent On The Basis of a Breach of The Implied Warranty of Habitability”; nevertheless, I think she’s come to associate being in her crib with being cold and uncomfortable.
Anyway, she’s asleep now, as is Sarah; I’m up early to run some “have to be done before 8:30 am” errands. (Perhaps a nap this afternoon.) Speaking of errands, I should be off, but so as to leave this post not a total bummer, I’ll pass on some cute pictures of the Pru-bear:
Angus and I have been spending a ridiculous amount of time in these last few pre-baby weeks trying to get the apartment in tip-top shape for Sweet Pea*. Baby clothes have been washed! Furniture has been moved! The Darjeeling Limited has been watched! A noticeable lack of deep-fat frying has taken place! It’s thrilling down here in the Financial District of New York!
However, we are a bit behind in some very important matters. In other words, yes, Campagna crew, you are due an e-mail. And, yes, blog-reading world at-large, you are all missing on your recommended dose of pointers to penguin cookie cutters because of our neglect of Dwyeropolis. Please accept our sincere and heart-felt apologies. It’s only temporarily slow here. Promise.
*Well, that and also asking ourselves “what would Ron Paul do?” a dozen or so times a day.