11-year-old boy: I can navigate, I have Google Maps on my phone.
Vero: I’ve got the iPad, we’re good.
11-year-old boy: I think I’ve been outed.
Me: I think you mean “outdone,” not “outed.”
Things that amused me today:
- My mom’s reaction to the female TSA agent in Salt Lake City who told her, “You have a nice body, ” and
- The memory of my college roommate getting trapped in the dining hall’s restroom for half an hour the morning of the LSAT.
Sometimes, that’s all it takes.
I don’t cook, but I know what tastes good. That qualifies me to pass judgment on a good sauce/marinade/dipping thing when I taste it.
This one is super easy and tasty beyond belief. You can marinate a steak in it, dip bread into it, or pour it over something grilled. All credit goes to “How to Grill” by Steven Raichlen (although I use more mint than he recommends and citrus vinegar instead of white vinegar).
1 packed cup washed, stemmed, fresh flat-leaf parsley leaves
1 packed cup washed, stemmed, fresh cilantro leaves
1/2 packed cup washed, stemmed fresh mint leaves
6 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
1 teaspoon coarse salt, or more to taste
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
1/2 teaspoon hot red pepper flakes
1 cup extra-virgin olive oil
1/3 cup distilled white vinegar, or more to taste
1/3 cup cold water
Combine the parsley, cilantro, mint, and garlic in a food processor and finely chop. Add the salt, black pepper, and hot pepper flakes and process to blend. Add the oil, vinegar, and water and continue processing to make a thick sauce. Taste for seasoning, adding salt or vinegar as necessary; the chimichurri should be highly seasoned.
Today I looked at tattoos. Someday I’ll get one. But probably not until my mom can’t kill me for doing it.
For me it’s about work, writing, taking care of myself, and taking care of my family. The writing has gotten the short end of the stick of late. But, it’s all good.
I’m down 20 pounds and I think the family’s doing well. Not a bad outcome–for now.
Me: My mom called Frosted Flakes “Tony.” That meant we always had “Tony con fresas.”
Vero: We called everything Cheerios. “Hey dad, get some Frosted Flakes Cheerios. Hey dad, get some Sugar Pop Cheerios.”