Moon colony, pizza night, where has this weekend gone? cocktails

Is there anything left to be said about the moon colony being our 51st state idea? How in heaven did Blowhard utter this idea with a straight face? Though I'm sure space coast Floridians are sad about the loss of the space program, did anyone buy the idea of colonizing the moon? If so, they should be sent there. The Republican primary is such a farcical event of giant proportions. Wow! Such great fodder for comedy though. This weekend has been insanely busy but with some great stuff, play, food, the farmers market, brief naps!! And tonight pizza and good wine night. Yippee!

Has anyone seen the great new libations guide, The PDT Cocktail book? It's a bartenders guide from an old, famous speakeasy, is encyclopedic and really fun to read through. Last night, T made the Ward Eight, a cocktail from the 1913 Sideboard Manual for Gentleman: Rye, lemon and orange juice, simple syrup and pomegranate molasses, shaken with ice and served in a chilled coupe. Delish!

Notes from Real Time

1) Hilarious comment made by Maher re: many Repubs dislike of Newt. "Tom Delay, you remember him? He said about Newt, 'you're the most despicable man I've seen since shaving this morning." 2) If you ever have the opportunity to watch Dana Rohrabacher (R-CA, House), don't! What an ass, what an ignorant, head in the clouds, condescending, insufferable, racist human.

3) Kennedy (radio host, etc) is SO annoying.

4) Martin Bashir is smart and a total doll.

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?