Ridiculous, Just Ridiculous

This has been a most eventful day, dear blog readers. Today, self did the following:

    Determined that even just one moving violation would significantly increase her insurance rates, after which discovery she promptly paid, to Redwood City Courthouse, her “bail” of $190 for Oct. 15 moving violation, and consented to go to traffic school (likely another $200).
    Suddenly remembered that some months earlier, in April to be exact, nice technician at Auto-Pride Quik-Lube in San Carlos had told her that she had “a torn CV boot.” Why did she only recall their conversation now, when it might have been the CV boot causing that rattling sound she heard, before she took her car to the mechanic? Self kicked herself numerous times this morning, especially when she learned repairing the “CV boot” would cost around $400.
    Bought one new tire: BF Goodrich, 80,000 mile warranty (which means tire will most likely outlast self’s car)
    Attended soup and pie get-together at teaching colleague’s house in Los Altos (Self arrived late, at 2:30 PM, but luckily there was still some soup left)

    Discussed with hubby possibility of going to San Luis Obispo to watch student musical, Arabian Nights, which features one of son’s good friends.
    Filled up with gas ($46).
    Bought colorful paper napkins from Target.
    Decided to submit something to a “novel excerpt” contest.

Anyhoo, after all that, self found herself quite low on inspiration over what to cook for dinner. In effort to stimulate her brain cells, she found herself leafing through yet another of Dearest Mum’s borrowings from Tita in Daly City, The Time-Life Book of Classic French Cooking.

Since self loves looking at pictures of food, she flips through the book until she lands on a photo essay illustrating a “First-Class Buffet.” Which consists of such delicacies as:

    a colorful canard a’l’orange surmounted by a decoration of skewered fruit
    a pheasant in its splendid plumage watches over a covey of quail breasts stuffed with foie gras and truffles and coated with aspic
    Turbot decorated with a tomato rose, a radish tulip, an egg-white lily of the valley and an olive delphinium

Yes, indeed-y, self finds these dishes mighty inspiring. Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

2 Comments

  1. Kelli said,

    November 16, 2007 at 5:49 pm

    I took online traffic school at GoToTrafficSchool.com. It wasn’t bad. Cheap, fast and easy. Maybe next time you should go there!

  2. November 16, 2007 at 9:03 pm

    Oooh, thank you for the tip! I’m there!


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