Gumbo, plum tart, Hunger Games

I'm a couple years late, but The Hunger Games is a very engaging story. We watched the movie recently, and I was both eeried out and riveted. It plus Friday night's Real Time made for a good week of watching though. However, have you heard of Avik Roy? He blogs for Forbes and is a Romney healthcare advisor and is one of the more despicable shills I've watched lately. Do Republican campaign leaders offer lessons in condescending smugness and associated facial expressions? Because, like John Fund, Amy Holmes and so many other awful rightist pundits, Roy had the patronizing tone based in ideology, not fact, in spades. And though Jack Kingston is more likeable with his handsome, good old boy charm, he was off the reservation too. I do not understand where these guys get their information nor do I comprehend their beliefs. Both Roy and Kingston averred that Romney was just being funny when he proclaimed that no one's asked for his or Anne's birth certificates: "they know where we were born." But it wasn't funny. It was a transparent nod to the BS birther movement and petty attempt to provoke conservatives.

Do you want to laugh at Mittens? Click here!!! Hilarious!

On a more positive note, dinner tonight was spectacular. This gumbo perfectly hit the spot -though this picture doesn't do it justice- and the mixed plum tart ended the meal beautifully. I'm stuffed and more than satisfied!

Cooking as balm/escape

Friends, although we're in the homestretch of summer vacation, the first day of school still seems unimaginably far away. It is with a steely vision and fairly resolved dismay that I anticipate the next 10 days. I love my boys so terribly much, but they need to return to school as much as I want them to head back. They play together so well, and I have loved to watch their relationship evolve over the past couple months, but I cannot be the sole, or primary, means of intellectual stimulation for them anymore. I am tired and really need a greater amount of time for myself. My mind feels sludgy, like it needs to be put through a most challenging mental obstacle course. No math, mind you -I'm not quite that desperate-, but a few Sunday NYTimes crossword puzzles would be great. In the meantime, I've put the kibosh on killing Lego men and have decided that I simply must make a chicken and sausage gumbo. I'm going to get it started now by browning the meats and then cooking up a thick, rich, dark brown roux. Whether I'm self-soothing or "escaping", we'll all be treated to a fabulous dinner tonight!