food thoughts

i've made rice krispie treats with m&ms for the cross clinic today. i made them last night after 1.5 mojitos. I recall pouring m&ms in with abandon. we never had these as a kid. yes, we were deprived of many good food things: PopTarts, all things Oscar Meyer, hotdogs, kraft cheese. My mother fed us cows tongue and other recipes she found, i believe, in National Geographic. i didn't mind the tongue or the finnin and haddock in milk sauce which concealed little bone harpoons that always seemed to lance my brother in the throat when swallowing. but this does not do my mother's cooking justice. Here, here! my mother is (and still is) a damn good cook (and may one day read this blog). my brother says he grew up hungry and everytime we eat over at my mother's Linda says she goes home hungry. now i understand what my brother was talking about. we were never to open the refrigerator, it was off limits like the medicine cabinet or the liquor bar -- not that we had either in our house, but if we did, i'm sure they'd be as secure as the pentagon. so where am i going with this little post? goodness knows. it's already 7:29 am and I must get my rear on the road and get to this here clinic. oh yes, i'm bringing rice krispie treats with 10lbs of m&ms. i hope people like them. the last time i made something for a little social gathering it was a super dark chocolate cake with super dark chocolate frosting. It was so super dark brown it was black. It looked like a glistening piece of charcol sitting in the middle of the table. an enormous black hole sucking in all my attention: i would make small talk (which I don't do very well to start with) and eye the hunk of coal to see if anyone was sampling it. people were not. they were eyeing it and veering in the oposite direction. i must go learn cross techniques now.