“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” –Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Chopped: I tape every episode. For me, cooking is like writing. Starting from nothing and creating something beautiful— adding a herb for depth, a spice for substance, a spice for a kick in the ass. I’m obsessed.
~One afternoon, when I was four years
old, my father came home, and he found me in the living room in front of a
roaring fire, which made him very angry. Because we didn’t have a fireplace.—Victor
—Two of my favorite funky fabulous bloggers, Charlene & Susan, asked me some questions at different
times. Thus, after pondering this dilemma, I thought, I KNOW, I shall answer their questions (short & sweet ) with a single blog post. Thanks, Dears.
~~~~I have been known to obsess over things….become addicted to this and that, that and this.
What a shocker.
For example, I wore out my Robin Thicke CD; my “Immaculate Conception” cassette (yes, cassette) by Ms. Madonna has unraveled, and I can’t keep chocolate in the house without devouring every last rotten good for nothin’ fabulous piece.