Earthday Birthday

Made turkey cutlets with proscuitto and caper sauce the other day. Make that chicken cutlet with porcetta and caper sauce.



It was very good and even Artemis, the no-eat wonder liked it. It was from this month's gourmet - the first of many.


It is my birthday, and I am sitting here writing silently lest I wake the sick one. Nem is sleeping beside me on the couch, Artemis in her crib. The weather is beautiful and I'm itching to go to run to be outside, but my girls are too sick.

I feel much too young to be 35. Does everyone feel that way? Does everyone have an age with which they identify most strongly? I think Im either 14 or 23. I don't think everyone would pick those ages - some people might want more control, more responsibility.

Not me.

I'm not feeling particularly contemplative this birthday. I woke up remembering that exactly 10 years ago I had my very first panic attack. I had been skiing all day at Sunshine, and gotten dehydrated. I ended up in the hospital in Calgary, where they gave me Demorol to subdue my frantic attempts to rip out my IV. Ah, bliss. I could sleep on an ice cube in a rat infested prison and be positively cosy, given enough demorol.

So no big shenanigans are planned for today, poor me. Nemy is moaning in her sleep beside me, poor doll. Im chugging acidophilus to outcompete any of her little stinkers. Why don't humans take phage as an antibiotic? Doesnt that seem totally the next step in antibiotics?



I tried Miege's bread again, but the middle was dough. I give up. I cannot bake bread to save my life right now.