Thanks to babying my foot yesterday, it held up reasonably well today to walk around Sail Boston.

Thanks to babying my foot yesterday, it held up reasonably well today to walk around Sail Boston.

Argh. My stupid foot is failing me again, but it’s my brain that’s stupid. Following my usual pattern, as my jogging (too slow to call it running) was improving, I pushed my ankle, and my luck, too far. So, I’m back in the boot I first wore 20(!) years ago.

I’ve seen Pressure again, a movie that is certain to be nominated for Best Picture. A second viewing makes it clear that, underneath all of the D-Day drama in Pressure, there is a love letter to Kay Summersby.

Every so often I recall that, during my school years, I had restaurant jobs where I was a cook. Then I act on that recollection.
Peeling the white potatoes to mash them is the hardest part of making shepherd’s pie. I pre-cook a pound of ground turkey in an iron skillet. It goes in a casserole dish with creamed corn and chopped onion. The mashed potato with melted butter on it goes over that, then into the oven for a while.

This pizza crust was handmade with a powder mix that includes yeast. I like Trader Joe’s pizza sauce. Onion goes on that, then the cheese, and topped with green pepper after coming out of the oven.

Eric Idle’s bastard son John Oliver did it. He begged, like Trump begs for awards he doesn’t deserve, to be a character on a soap opera. Just as CBS caved to Trump, ABC gave in to Oliver’s relentless whining.
Do we want more? Of course we do!
Much more!
Oh, no. I used to know this guy at work. He was just reaching retirement age. This is awful.
The cause of death could have actually been a heart attack, rather than drowning. We’re waiting for confirmation.