My Mashed Potato storage containers
Back in this post I said I portioned out the mashed potatoes into 1/2 cup servings. Here is a visual of what that looks like. These are the smallest canning jars. They are quite handy.
Postcard from Finland.
Two headlines from today’s paper
Now I don’t mind a good veggie burger now and then, but really, the bun? The bun is the best part, in fact, the main reason for eating the veggie burger. When you get right down to it, I would eat the bun with a bit of butter rather than the veggie burger wrapped in lettuce or what have you.
Three sentence movie reviews: P.S.
I hadn’t heard of this Laura Linney/Topher Grace 2004 effort, but it was free, so why not? It was a very interesting story (40-year-old woman believes 20-year-old art student is her dead ex-boyfriend reincarnated) and that kept me watching. I think the whole movie could have explored a bit deeper, but overall, I was engaged the entire time.
Cost: free because I had a gift certificate to Title Wave Bookshop
Where watched: at home.
Checking in with Brad, brother of Luann
As you might recall, Brad’s girlfriend Toni proposed to him. I’ve been waiting for fallout from that outside-of-gender-roles move. Could this be it?
A glass-half-full type of a restaurant.
Portland Center Stage: Clybourne Park
As for the play itself, it was very good. The writing was both funny and uncomfortable, which meant I laughed and felt twisted up the entire time. That said, I recommend you see it not only for the subject matter, but because over intermission, the crew “ages” the house that is the main setting 50 years and it is fascinating to watch. That alone is worth the price of admission.
I attended this play to see Andy Lee-Hillstrom (the mashed potato eating actor who inspired my current Lint project) and he was fabulous as Jim/Tom/Kenneth. But Sal Visccuso was brilliant as Russ/Dan and Sharonlee McLean was also incredible as Bev/Kathy. I had last seen Brianna Horne as Laurie in Oklahoma and it was fun to watch her transform from “getting along” maid Francine to empowered Lena. The rest of the cast was also wonderful.
Because of the uncomfortable subject matter Director Chris Coleman had a talk back after every show. It was interesting to hear about how the actors felt about their characters. Also worth the price of admission was the essay “The House on Clybourne Street” by Beryl Satter which discussed the only way black people in Chicago were able to purchase a home in the mid-twentieth century. The essay was a punch in the gut for me. I understood that things were unfair, but was outraged at how unfair this particular practice was. Do yourself a favor and read the essay.
I make a pizza.
This was a very fine pizza.