I’m deep in research mode for my next short book and I just came off a 50 hour work week (including a 15 hour day) so I’m a bit loopy right now, especially since two people I love very dearly are in the hospital. Today has been spent sleeping and getting day wine drunk with April.
I did get to see The BEING last night with April, A. and Jow last night to support immersive theater and my alma mater. Alledgedly April and I got a bit listless during the second loop because both she and I worked v. long weeks and that may have made the stewarts uneasy. Look. If you’re going to do immersive theater and encourage us to be masters of our own fates then we’re going to do that. We followed all the rules but don’t leave out things that say do not touch which are obviously there to be touched (and boringly empty when opened I might add) and locks that need to be figured out and books that include Judge Judy’s seminal work and painted rocks and not expect us to get Blair Witch creative on you. I mean, you leave chalk out, we’re going to draw. That’s, like, the whole point of immersive theater. Anyway, they did a pretty good job given the budget and Mason Gross students are there to become professional actors so they were all very good actors. It was also nice to not have to travel v. far to get an experience outside of our day to day. We all liked Victor’s wife the best as she was stone cold cray cray. It was kind of funny because at one point it was just her and like me, A. and four other girls. You could see us all having the same thought from club days, I know this is just a play and she’s just acting but . . .No. She shouldn’t be left alone because she’s out of her head right now and god/dess/es only knows what she’ll do.
A week or two ago, Jow and I got to go to The Borgata. They recently redid all the rooms and I really it. They make no bones about what they expect you to be doing (boning) with the floor to ceiling window with railing, the two person shower with a bench, the nude heavy art work, the huge amount of pr0n that each has an epic amount of copy to scroll through and the house music station with moooood lighting on the television. We made a Roman holiday and enjoyed the steam rooms/baths/sauna/lounge at the spa and ate at the fancy Italian restaurant where our waiter was old country Italian and asked about my last name. Note that lobster pants were indeed worn.
So, I’ve been crazy. Crazier than usual. But I’ve been trying to cook as much as possible because pizza gets gross eventually (eventually.)
My current favorite go to recipe has been this:
Oven Baked Pork Chops That Aren’t Dry and Gross
1 pound pork chops, preferably bone in but you’re the captain of your own ship
1 individual fat free plain greek yogurt
1 cup whole wheat bread crumbs, preferably panko but you do you boo
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 tablespoon Italian herbs
1/4 cup grated cheese
salt and pepper to taste
Preheat oven to 450. Salt and pepper the pork chops. Take out two bowls that the pork chops will fit in. In one bowl: greek yogurt, lemon juice and salt and pepper. Mix. In the other bowl: herbs, grated cheese, olive oil and bread crumbs. Mix. Dunk the pork chops on both sides in the yogurt mixture. Dunk both sides of the pork chops on both sides into the breadcrumbs. Put pork chops in bake ware and bake for 40 minutes.
I’m in love with these slippers right now. I have huge feet, about a size 10. Knitters, if you want to make them for me, I’ll send you the yarn and then treats however you want (handspun yarn, candles, oils, Dream Ambassadors, whatev). Email me if you want to make them for me.