Left to Right Again

Baked Creme Brulee (good, super smooth, but reiterated my low level preference of that dessert), Bread Pudding, with homemade bread (A+, particularly when heated and then turned out of its tin, but probably at least 500 calories), Apricot and Blueberry Clafouti (very nice, but forgot to take it out of its little tin), and Chocolate Pots de Creme (still have not tried; saving one for D.J., and gave the other to her tiny friend Ina who stopped by today with her dog Ani). The rice pudding, not pictured, had good flavor, but it was true what they said: the rice wasn't cooked enough.

GVMS

D.J. is sick today, kind of. I think it's middle school angst.

Completely upended my day with that, and now I must meditate so as to possibly get something done—I have a ticking deadline, and important fish to fry, on both Seduce Me By Christmas and Maneater—besides obsess over the social ins and outs of Greenwich Village Middle School.

For example, D.J. does not want to go to the upcoming Valentine's Day Ball at her school. After the last dance—a Halloween party—she talked a lot about grinding, or as it's known at another city middle school, the grind line. Apparently at D.J.'s friend's school's V-Day Dance, which already happened, the Halloween grind line was replaced by a Valentine's Day make-out party.

This, by the way, isn't really D.J.'s angst—though it could be mine—but it's fun to talk about. In any event, the night of the ball, we're going to see a screening of Man on Wire, followed by a Q & A with Philippe Petit.


P.S. I was on the rigging crew of Philippe Petit's walk across the cool constellation ceiling of Grand Central Station.

photo: http://fataculture.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/man-on-wire.jpg