
What it still also has, thankfully, are hilarious chapter dividers, illustrations, and lots of breathless commentary from the great Helen Hurling B. Lots of psychotic division between what you feed Him and what you yourself (the single gal) eat. Basics for the new girl cook, What to eat in bed, He's mad for sports, Foreign food is fun, Food for the affair, phases I - V... Foods to binge on during heartbreak, dips to make for when he brings his friends to watch the big game, Helen's personal breakfast smoothie recipe, which uses Gladys Lindberg's powdered yeast-liver mix...

BTW I am really not feeling Rose McGowan on The Essentials. Was Molly Haskell too knowledgeable or something?
Strangest yootoob find in recent months. A high school marching band playing Leonard Bernstein's Mass. And yet...it makes some musical sense. Drums, horns.
I've been gilmoregirling again (reruns) and I have to say this. The two things they never got right: 1) Emily would never have attended Yale as they seem to imply; in fact, she couldn't have been able to, if she's anywhere near the age she's supposed to be. She would have gone to a Seven Sisters school, probably Vassar, since she was dating a Yale guy. 2) We would know Emily's maiden name.
Enemy mine: radicchio. I'm giving up on it. I hate it. I love lots of bitter, sour, tart, mustardy, pepper things, I just don't like radicchio. It's mean.
Husker du? I learned this song as a kid and sing it all the time, but since I learned it then I have all sorts of expected gaps in lyrics and oft-repeated mistakes that sound right to me now. Never occurred to me to look it up until recently (duh). This is such a great tune. How can you not love "little solar plexus meow meow meow"? Shan't swamp you with all the lyrics, but yay!
O Senor Don Gato was a cat.
(we always sang 'Senor Don Gato was a mighty cat,' I think)
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He was there to read a letter,
- (meow, meow, meow)
where the reading light was better,
- (meow, meow, meow)
'Twas a love-note for Don Gato!
"I adore you," wrote the ladycat,
who was fluffy white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty,
- (meow, meow, meow)
in the country or the city
- (meow, meow, meow)
and she said she'd wed Don Gato!
O Senor Don Gato jumped with glee!
He fell off the roof and broke his knee,
broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
- (meow, meow, meow)
and his little solar plexus
- (meow, meow, meow)
"Ay Caramba!!" cried Don Gato...
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