“When I die,’ I said to my friend, ‘I’m not going to be embalmed. I’m going to be dipped.’ Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.”

Last night I watched the end of the opening ceremonies and the last few innings of the Red Sox game so I was up until quite late. By then the house had begun to feel sticky and close so I turned on the air conditioner. It was a delight to fall asleep in the cool air of the house.

Today has quite a breeze and is sunny, but rain is due late this afternoon. There may even be thunder and lightning so I’m going to hunker down. Tonight’s movie on the deck is postponed. If I were in Accra, Ghana, rain wouldn’t matter. I remember sitting and watching Is Paris Burning? when it started to rain. We all just picked up our chairs and moved them under the overhangs along the sides of the theater. The movie continued.

I don’t love spaghetti all that much. It is just too much work spinning it on the spoon with the fork, making sure I don’t look silly eating it and quickly wiping the sauce off my cheeks from the flying end of the spaghetti. I do like pasta especially ziti and penne, but I don’t ever make it at home. I think pasta is seldom just for one person. It is a crowd food.

Chocolate chip cookies are comfort food. My mother made them often though never often enough. She made special cookies at Christmas, but chocolate chip cookies were for any time. I loved them hot from the oven when the chocolate was still runny. I have made all different sorts of chocolate chip cookies. Some were made with macadamia nuts instead of walnuts. In others chocolate chunks took the place of chips. I’ve even tried mint chips, but I didn’t like them all that much, the same with butterscotch. I learned you don’t mess with the chocolate. It’s almost a holy food.

The sun has already disappeared behind grey clouds making the day a bit darker. I really think rain is coming, finally.

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11 Comments on ““When I die,’ I said to my friend, ‘I’m not going to be embalmed. I’m going to be dipped.’ Milk chocolate or bittersweet was the immediate concern.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I like pasta but I loathed lugging the big bagnarole filled with quarts of water from the pantry sink all the way out to the kitchen stove and then lugging the same huge pot full of boiling hot water all the way back to the pantry sink to drain. Dangerous maneuver with Piki Dog dancing around my feet the whole time. I got take out if I wanted pasta. But, I found this thing on Amazon called the Fasta Pasta maker. It lets me make 1 to 3 servings of my favorite pasta in the microwave. It small, lightweight, uses far less water per serving and it actually works! The pasta is not starchy. I learned to put a layer of paper towels underneath it in the microwave. Sometimes I overestimate the amount of water and it boils over.

    I’m live streaming the first day of the 3 Day Event which is the dressage portion. I only watch the equestrian events. The coverage is excellent. The technical commentator knows his stuff. Neither commentator is prone to inane chatter just to fill the air. Videography and editing are also excellent.

    The sun shone for a few minutes this morning between the time it cleared the tree tops and the time it went behind the cloud deck. There was a cool breeze. It’s still breezy but the humidity is creeping up and the breeze is not as cool anymore.

    I agree with you about not fooling with the chocolate.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I don’t know if the pasta maker would make a difference for me. Maybe for the ziti and penne, but if I make some, I never make much. My pan too is heavy but the distance is small.

      I haven’t watched the present Olympics, bit I have been watching on demand. First I watched the building of the Olympic venues and the story of Hitler and his involvement for German pride. Next I watched the story of the Negroes of the 1936 Olympic games who riled Hitler not only because they were there but also because of how many medals they won. I found out that the lightning of the torch started in 1936 with Hitler’s games.

      The sun is back now. I really want some rain.

      Have a great afternoon.

  2. Bob Says:

    I am a confessed chocoholic. My preference is milk chocolate but I love any variety. Bury me with Hershey bars and Oreos so I can enjoy myself in the next life. 🙂 Chocolatr chip are my next favorite kind of cookie followed by anything containing chocolate. Everything goes good with chocolate. To me it’s the nectar of the gods.

    I tried to stay awake until the end of the opening ceremony but I conked out before the torch was lit. I find it interesting that the largest country in Latin America, Brazil, is the only one that speak Portuguese. They are sourounded by Spanish speaking countries. The first time I flew to Santiago Chile, I had a conversation with an expat Argentinian on the airplane who lived in Phoenix. He told me that his wife would not let him travel to Brazil by himself because the woman there were too ‘over sexed’. 🙂 I saw many beautiful Brazilian woman none of whom were oversexed with me. 🙁

    I love all kinds of pasta. Spaghetti, linguini, tubes, bow ties in any color with any kind of sauce or in soups. My mother used to say that she found me in a spaghetti barrel. 🙂 Although I haven’t had my DNA tested by Ancestry.com, I don’t think there’s even one Italian gene in the wood pile. I just love pasta.

    There’s no rain in our forecast only dry hot weather. A huge dome of high pressure is sitting above the central part of the country preventing any moisture from rising into the atmosphere creating cumulus clouds and rain showers. Another triple digit afternoon.

    • katry Says:

      I totally agree with your first paragraph. I, however, lean toward Snickers and Milky Ways. I never turn down chocolate.

      For some reason I wasn’t all that tired so I was able to watch. The lightning was really cool. It was a smaller cauldron but looked huge reflecting off the glass and mirrors.

      When I did South American, my college Spanish jumped into my head. My friend and I had no trouble getting to where we wanted, getting food or directions. In Brazil I was mostly flummoxed.

      I like most pasta except, as I said, spaghetti. When I make pasta I generally use ziti. In Italian restaurants I get the ziti as my side dish. I like it with sausages or pork. Once I had spaghetti with clams and didn’t become a fan.

      Then sun is back, and it is getting windy. The report was for rain late this afternoon so I am still hopeful!

      • Bob Says:

        Thanks for reminding me. I will gladly exchange an Oreo for a Milkyway. 🙂

        Ziti is good, but I love twirling my spaghetti with, meatballs, sausage, clams or chicken. I was surprised in Italy they didn’t give me a spoon to twirl the pasta in a resturaunt. They twirl the spaghetti on the inside edge of the bowel.

        When I was working in Northern Italy in 2007 we had a techniction from our training center in São Paulo and a techniction from Dallas who spoke Spanish. They guy from Brazil wanted to buy a digital camera and didn’t speak any English. We went to a large store similar to a Target Store. Watching the sales lady, who only spoke Italian and the two technictions discuss the camera features trying to understand each other was hilarious. According to the guy from Dallas, they are all the same languages with different endings. 🙂

      • katry Says:

        Trading for a Milky Way is an easy decision. When I was a kid, a store at the corner sold frozen Milky Ways for the regular nickel. They were wonderful.

        I have always been able to make myself understood sometimes using a variety of hand gestures. I think your friend is right!

  3. Hedley Says:

    We went down the Comerica last night with the Prince. It was hotter than hell and the price of refreshments were criminally high. Verlander was solid, he went though 6, we made it to the top of the 9th and the Tigers won.

    It’s Day 1, the bikers are taking road side bathroom breaks, the rowers have boats full of “water” and I am watching.

    I cheer for the old country and the new country

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      I’m glad JV was solid. Everything else is tolerable if your team wins. Food is outrageous at Fenway as well. We usually eat dinner before the game ad buy peanuts when we;re there. It just seems right.

      I am watching handball right now, the first game I’ve ever seen. I think I could have played this game in my youth.

      I cheer for a variety of teams in different sports though my allegiance is with the USA.

    • Birgit Says:

      Hedley, how was the Bryan Ferry concert? Old songs, new songs, atmosphere?

  4. olof1 Says:

    I thought I had made a comment here 🙂

    I can’t see a single thing from the Olympics because I don’t have any of the channels showing it and I refuse to pay to see lots of doped athletes, especially since they show commercials anyway. If I pay for a channel I really don’t want any commercials!

    I always cut the spaghetti into smaller pieces before I star to eat it 🙂 It just gets too messy if I don’t. I’ve never managed to roll it around the fork like they always show on tv 🙂

    Luckily I had other grown up who made cookies when I grew up 🙂 but none ever made chocolate chip cookies. To be honest, I don’t think I knew something like that existed until I was way in to my twenties. I have still never made any myself but they are amongst my top two kinds of cookies 🙂

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I have a channel with and another without commercials. I pick and choose the sports I watch. Last night I watched swimming.

      You really need a spoon on which you roll using your fork. It is much easier and far more successful if you do that. You don’t even have to cut the spaghetti.

      Chocolate chip cookies were the most common ones my mother made. They were fairly easy and the ingredients are usually in her fridge and cupboard. I still love them.

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