To ask stupid questions. Never have been. Whether this is to my credit or discredit depends on your point of view, I guess. The upside for me is that I learn many new things this way. For example:
The expression "running full bore" does not, as I had thought for, well, forever, have anything to do with the speed at which a wild pig runs in the woods. (And yes, I did think it was spelled "full boar", in case you were wondering about my spelling skills. Which, I might add, are stellar. Crap, better make sure there are no spelling errors in this post. If there are any, it's due to typos. Promise).
Anyway. Rather than bore (boar?) you with the details, here is a link to an old article in the NY Times magazine by William Safire (Sapphire!), the columnist who writes weekly musings on language and grammar. I must, however, give credit, to my dear husband Mike - who explained it, diagrams in all, in very clear, concise terms.
What else. Tonight I cooked a yummy (in my opinion) Sunday dinner. Roast pork (six hour pork roast recipe from epicurious), sweet and sour red cabbage, and polenta. Boy do I ever love comfort food. I love cooking with the fresh fruits and vegetables of spring and summer to be sure, but my true passion is slow cooked meats, hearty grains, and winter vegetables. Stick to your ribs stuff.
Last night we went into Portland to Luke and Rae's house for their first annual pumpkin carving party. They host an Easter egg decorating party every year, which is always tons of fun. However, despite our last minute pumpkin acquisition at our old neighborhood Freddie's on the way to their house, we never even carved ours! Oh well, still a week or so left until Halloween, right? Speaking of, I need to figure out a costume for Mateo...it will be more fun when he can choose his own, I think.
A demain, mes amis.
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