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[Feb. 14th, 2006|10:25 pm]
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I'm sitting here eating a food experiment. Some time ago, Mom had her caregiver make us polenta. Now that caregiver thinks she's a cook, and she does make some things well. She also thinks she knows Italian cooking.

What she made in no way resembled the polenta my grandmother made when I was a kid. About a month ago or more Mom ask me to make it and handed me the recipe with an order to make it better than the caregiver did for her. I was very surprised that what I made was very close to what I remembered as a kid. I thought I'd try it for myself here in my house sometime.

Well, tonight I got around to doing that. Except this time I tried a few shortcuts using the microwave. It's similar to what that caregiver made (only lumpier). It's eatable, but for really good eats, I guess I need to use the stove and not the microwave.

Although, using the microwave it's done in a fraction of the time it takes on the stove. That almost makes up for it being more soupy and lumpy than it should be.

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It is also that time of year again. Feb. 14, a special day. Jack Benny once again turns 39 years old.

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Hmm, moving on or backwards in time I guess to this afternoon, I was heading off to my parent's house just as the school kids were walking home. There are two kids who are in an ethnic group that is in an extreme minority around this area. Because they stand out I seem to think I look at them a bit more than other kids walking by (if I actually do or it's just my perception of the situation I'm not sure). To cover the staring I think I do, I usually say hello to those two kids if I see them. One day after I said hi to them, they stopped and asked a few questions about Fawn and I had a nice little conversation with them.

Today one of them was carrying a big box and made a point of coming over to me. He showed me the inside of the box. It was painted black with little stars and had colored Styrofoam balls on sticks inside -- a kid's model of the solar system, and I said, "Oh, the solar system, neat!" or some such to the kid. He then proudly told me he got an A+ on it, and I said that was great. I think he expected something more from me because he hesitated for a few seconds before saying he better be going home and walked on again.
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