OK, finally made Anne’s Spinach Pie. Hers is the classic “Spanakopita”. Italian DNA cannot help itself, so, to Anne’s great Greek basic- see RecipeDetours- I put my own twist. With 4 oz. crumbled Feta cheese, I added about 5 tbs. ricotta, part skim; substituted basil and garlic powder for dill weed. Anne suggested scoring the dough on top, which I did with success. The baby spinach worked well, most important thing is never to use frozen spinach. Dr.Husband approved. Spanakopita, Ciao!~

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Super Sorta

O’Reilly sniveled in PrezO presence, fun to watch. The game got close but never seemed so. GreenBay dominated, defense brilliant, provoked turnovers. Steelers’ coaching abysmal, especially on last drive. Too many injuries.

Aguilera blew StarSpangled lyrics, BlackEyedPeas’ sound bad but sang in tune, commercials lackluster. Aguilera wins. Oh and what’s with the women who fawn over, feed A-Rod grapes? Are you kidding me?

Major props to Joey3Sticks- Green Bay won, Rodgers MVP!

Weekend Treks – Stuffy Post

Head like lead cold. Yuk. Sick Beamer fixed. Yay. Get out of jail card. Looking forward to NY wedding, other fun stuff next weekend. JeanJean off to Cancun with the gals. Cuidado chicos de Yucatan. Dr.H got the phyllo, ready to go. WasteManagement Golf, really?!

SuperBowl– just hoping for a close game. I picked Pittsburgh to delight of GreenBay fans. As a reminder, on Jan 22, Joey3Sticks said Steelers-Packers in Superbowl; Packers winning 24-13 and Aaron Rodgers MVP. Let’s hope there’s a wardrobe malfunction and commercials are good.


Year of the Rabbit. Livin’ it. Happy Chinese New Year! And Thailand, too. Got dug out too late to make pie. Who was first on line at 3am for new Verizon i-Phone? That’s online. Classes today, don’t forget.

Poor Anderson got clocked. Journalists being rounded up. Scary. How long before Glenn Beck confabulates that Mubarak and Barack are secret half-brothers plotting to take over the world? Jordanian King should shed his Eaglebrook, Deerfield roots and get with his peeps before it’s too late there. Gonna be a bumpy ride.


Groundhog Phil saw no shadow. So what? We won’t see ground until June anyway. Snow raked all morning, sleet. More snow. City plows out of dough. Nobody’s working, going to school. Sleet Day! Ugh. Egypt uprising getting ugly. Maybe it’s a good day to try Anne’s Spinach Pie. Can’t get to the store for phyllo until the plow guys show, will let you know how it comes out. RecipeDetours.


Purple Haze

Purple over the whole map. Purple is not good. 18″+ in the next 2 days.
Will bunker down with Diderot and Voltaire. Napoleon meets Candide.
Il faut cultiver nos jardins. If we can find them under the drifts.

Huntsman leaving China, running for Prez? Huh? I know Jon’s Dad and have met Jr. several times in Salt Lake and Park City. They hosted a send-off dinner for me at their monster ski home. I was one of original financiers of Huntsman Chemical Corporation. Don’t ask, lots of bad stuff. But, Jon Jr.? He makes Romney look like a Mormon heathen. Jon’s grandfather was an “Apostle” in the LDS. He was introduced to us bankers as ‘the chosen one’. Oy vey. How will he play in Peoria?

Dr.Husband off to save the children. If any show up. At least babies won’t be wrapped in terrible towels. Schools closed again, they’ll be going in August.


Jakey Vegas! Look out on the links in 20 years. Bubba bumped Phipps. Tiger who? Did anybody watch the ProBowl? Stupid. Why put players at risk for injury? Getting dizzy from snowflakes. Piling on already buckling eaves. Make it stop! Blizzard daze threatening again as Egypt dominates other news. If that’s not depressing enough, Jimmy McMillan has declared his love for Sarah Palin. A crushing disappointment. Palin is delivering the ‘keynote’ at Reagan event?! Does Nancy know? FebruWeary before it even gets here. Back to 18th century France for me, Bye.