Saturday, April 07, 2007

Yesterday was the day that the drive is usually blocked at the home office hovel, blocked by over-eager pastry purchasers who, in their holiday frenzies, park just wherever. Had a fire engine blocking it at one point and beep-beeped and had firemen waving merrily. I was rushing out to the big U for an assignment and their really big red truck needed to move in a jiff.
Went to Michele's b-day soiree last night and gave her a remarkable bowl that looked like it had been fashioned from Pucci fabric.
Tonight is the ICP at Hallwalls and Kennedy and I have created a late-night feast for all ten of them, plus their manager, et al and et al.
Saw them in Amherst, Mass. a little over a year ago and enjoyed them v. much.
Only worry is that the easy-bake oven will not bake the lamb leg portions in the amount of time that it should, about 2.5 hours.
There are enough prepped courses before the main to keep everyone from resorting to cannibalism at table.
Dreaming of a convection oven, all that forced air shaving off baking times.
Finished the mammoth piece for the Shiney Happy Mag yesterday, a triumph.
Of course I chose to write about divergent and farflung places and spent many hours driving before note-taking, shooting, writing.
But that is done. Now for the lamb legs. And the rest of it.
Off to points beyond, the concert, the final push of the feast.
Tomorrow the pagan-christian hybrid holiday that really is a jumble of both - eggs, lambs, resurrections, lilies, jelly eggs, mysterious crypts, peeps, pig meat.

Hybrid Love.

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