Biscuits, dinner, bed

These biscuits didn't rise as much as promised but the layers are there which, aesthetically, is enormously pleasing. They've got a pleasant flake, a nice bite and I'm glad I spiced half with coriander and cilantro. The plain ones will be lovely spread with jam or, wait for it, lemon curd. My bottom line: meh. I wouldn't rush to make them again but if I did, I'd be OK with it.  As the boys were up even earlier this morning than they were yesterday, I'm quite tired and marginally frazzled right now. And I had help today. Can we just take a moment and send praise and best wishes to all the single parents out there? Jesus H, peeps, how do they do it day in and day out? I've got 24 hours left until DH comes home, and don't think I'm not daydreaming about immediately heading out for a hotel-based respite upon hearing his key in the lock.

Dinner tonight: also meh, at best. At this point, I'm tired of quinoa (threw the rest out), tired of lentils (considering the same fate for them), and managed to overcook my foil-pouched, oven-roasted King salmon. Terrible. I slopped a bunch of rhubarb chutney on it to mask its sad, rubbery, dryness, poured a glass of wine and called it a day. Good thing I had that freaking lobster roll for lunch. Many thanks, JL. Oliver liked lobster too -good man- so we will make this a tradition when we can.

I just finished a Vogue from about 3 months ago - better late than never I suppose - and while I'm theoretically interested in the debate tonight, I know that I actually cannot handle the disgusting, juvenile bitch-slapping that is surely going on between Blowhard and Mormon. Don't you think they get tired of this?

NY mag

I suppose that much of my love for NY magazine is because I lived in NYC for three years and adored it. Also the magazine has a kick-ass crossword on its last page. But, truly, it also boasts terrifically skilled and witty journalism, and I love to spend an evening with a recent issue when I can.Two observations from the issue I'm reading now: 1) Ellen Barkin is awesome. I was lucky to see her in The Normal Heart and have long admired her anyway, but her complete unwillingness to engage in any(!) BS is so refreshing. What spirit she has. I'm not saying I want her to be my mother, but I do think she's fantastically appealing. 2) Hilar quote from a Democratic consultant re: Scott Brown: "He's trying to position himself as the third woman from Maine."

Wine is nice, bolognese awaits

I have not had a drop to drink since T left- too tired, too much risk that even a measly ounce would wreck the little sleep I might count on. But today, while good overall...well, it was long as get-out, and when 6:00p rang, I opened a bottle o' white and said cheers to myself. Were the boys already in bed you might wonder? Indeed. If those loons want to get up at 5:35a and have such enormous bags under their eyes that you wonder if you could shop with them, then they can get their patooties in bed at 6. Oliver's teacher called me today to let me know that he'd fallen into a chair and busted his lip. Did he trip? Did someone push him? No, he fell over his own foot with no one around. Y'all think he was tired? Good grief. Due to some sort of vacuum-fuse-circuit malfunction in the living room yesterday, I am without any phone line, music, TV, etc on the main floor until T gets home to unscramble the ridiculous bird's nest of wires behind the media center. I tried but to no avail. This is a very annoying situation and relegates me to the basement for any computer work that requires the internet, read: all computer work. The only positive thing about this is that I need the monitor to hear the boys- I can mute them, friends. So when Oliver engaged in an over-tired, apoplectic rage today about how he did not want to nap (but then proceeded to drop into a dead-like slumber), I could turn him into nothing more than a spectrum of red lights. I'm in the basement again now, sipping wine and listening to him sing Bob the Builder in a half-sleep state. Jack is listening to a Johnny Appleseed book-on-tape. They're pretty darn cute.

Due to my random schedule and kitchen experiments today, I was nothing more than a grazer after that nice scone breakfast. As such, I'm definitely hungry now but had the marvelous -if I say so myself- foresight to thaw some homemade bolognese sauce for dinner. A simple cook of some tagliatelle, and I'm set for a gourmet meal and an early bedtime.