It really turned deliciously chilly yesterday. And for the first time in weeks I was able to balance standing in the shower without nearly slipping. Bye-bye side of the bathtub baths. It was chilly enough apres shower to wear my flannel buffalo plaid jammie bottoms and red thermal shirt, snuggle under a blanket in the tree and candlelight, no doubt looking sexy as all hell. Ha. As I said, it was chilly, and as I settled down with a seasonal movie, i.e., Die Hard 2, I decided to take one of the bottles of red wine given me, a Merlot, and make mulled wine. Which, as Peter O’Toole said, in, “The Lion in Winter,” has been made since before the snakes left Ireland. I sliced oranges (my version), drizzled a little of the orange juice into the potted wine (no pun intended, added the orange peel, then cloves, cinnamon, and a dash of sugar and heated it very slowly. Poured it into a cup and sipped; it was very warming and at the same time relaxing and invigorating together. And it smelled heavenly. I enjoyed it.
The windows are opened again today to the chilly crisp air and here in the Ernest Hemingway room, it smells like California air that I remembered so well, and reminds me of Mimi so much.
Trying to decide how I’m going to cook two rock Cornish hens I have. Leaning towards an orange glaze, but we’ll see. If I could walk, think I’d hike to Mark Twain’s Pizza Landing on Metairie Road and have some pizza sit down at the table. It’s a nice little hole in the wall, and the pizza is fine, but given the calories I’ve consumed this Christmas pizza needs to be avoided.
An Editorial by Stephanie Grace in the Advocate infuriated me about the monuments. She said removing them was the right thing to do because of the motive that they were erected–seriously. At first they tried to demonize Lee and Beauregard and when scholars, writers, teachers, librarians, professors all showed them to be honorable men, because they don’t want to listen and want them down, the reason to remove them was changed to the defiance shown by the white people at the end of Reconstruction to erect them. I’m not going to read about this any more until my vacation is over–I just got furious and admit I fired off an email to her outlining what I said above and more…I told her why doesn’t she, and the leaders who want to remove them, drop all the “noble reasons” and admit this is a collective “F” you out of a sense of revenge and power play made by a generation who never suffered any wrongs from the Civil War. I told her if they were such a detriment to freedom, it was amazing they stood over the city when Rosa Parks refused to move to the back of the bus; when Lyndon Johnson signed the Civil Rights bill; when schools were integrated and when all businesses were opened to all people. I didn’t want to get started and don’t want to get mad about this and ruin my peaceful days. LaToy Cantrell never answered my last email; I suppose she knew better. I’ve been reading more about Moon Landrieu belonging to the firm was was attorney to Carlos Marcello, with speculations that his political dynasty that was established stems from this connection.
What you are up to today?