July 21, 2003
old hag bag hits a snag
Well, I forgot to tell you this. This old bag got an official year older on Sunday. Happy birthday to me!
I went to Mrs.MaryMom's house. She made me a magnificent dinner. I got to pick what I wanted. I think that it may be the last year I get to choose my own menu.
I hadn't realized it, but I chose a really labor-intensive menu. I thought I was being rather constrained, sticking with "simple" things, but they all had to be chopped or stuffed or marinated or whipped. Yeah. Simple's the way to go.
Here's the menu: Zuni's chicken (I forgot why it's so good--herbs and garlic stuffed under the skin so that when it bakes in a rather hot oven, the tastes permeate the chicken.) And then there's bread underneath it and celery and arugula that catch the liquid that cooks off and that's really good.
Tuscan bread salad: Stale bread, tomatoes, cucumbers, basil, salt, pepper, and a vinegar based dressing. The bread soaks up extra liquid from the tomatoes and basil and it is soooo good. It sits for up to 24 hours before it's served so the bread can get saturated.
Strawberry shortcake. That's what I asked for.
She kindly made roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes. Wow it was yummy.
worrying
I also realized that I should be finding some grey hairs soon. I'm not looking very hard and I don't care very much, but there's always this vanity thing that comes up and smacks me in the head before I realize what's happened. Ooops! I spent my entire paycheck on haircare and lipgloss again!
And I just tried dyeing my hair. I wanted to do something. Perhaps vanity was walking up to knock at my door. So I was extra bold and went a half-shade darker. So now it's still brown. Oh yeah. I'm a whirlwind of exotic dyeing activity.
It occurs to me now, will I dye my hair when I get older? Did I dye my hair now in a proactive manner? Will I try to gracefully glide into my true adulthood? Will I shave my head? Will I wear a beehive hair-do? Will I get my hair done once a week and have a blue rinse?
I just don't know. But it brought on puns that amused me.
Dyeing your hair in a proactive manner is a very smart idea. I waited until the only time I saw black in my hair was when I looked at old photo's. Do you remember that old philosophical question what would you do if you woke up one morning and saw someone else's face in the mirror? That's exactly how I felt when I stepped out of the shower. The face was vaguely familiar but the rest of it was shocking enough to turn a person grey. It's the only time in my life I felt like I understood something Kafka wrote. So change it one half shade at a time and by next birthday you will be a flamming redhead.
Posted by: Merlin, living life forwardllybackwards. at July 23, 2003 01:01 PM