The Days and Nights of Tiny Montgomery: (Too lazy to look up vaguely relevant lyrics) - Warm salad with egg

Sunday, March 27, 2011

(Too lazy to look up vaguely relevant lyrics) - Warm salad with egg

I thought about making this salad for dinner all day. I would use baby greens, then crisp up leftover potatoes and chunks of pork roast to put over the greens, drizzle with a mustardy dressing and top with a runny egg, French style. I envisioned making a tangy dijon vinaigrette, but when it finally rolled around to dinner time, I was too lazy and used bottled honey mustard dressing instead. I always love a runny egg, and I have grown quite fond of warm salads. It somehow feels more like a meal when it's warm. I don't know why.

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What I'm Reading

Complicity by Iain Banks - Continuing my exploration of Banks and Scottish literature I delved into my third Banks novel, this one yet again completely different. The story of drug and drink addicted journo who gets inadvertently involved in a serial killer's revenge murders.
How to Be Good by Nick Hornby - It had its moments, but I got rather bored with it about 2/3 through. I'm not sure ole Nick ought to make his main characters female.
Sunshine by Robin McKinley - This book was recommended by the librarian who goes on NPR all the time and talks about summer books, etc. As it was about vampires, I had to try it anyway. And I kind of loved it. A completely new twist on vampires in a sort of alternate universe now. Unfortunately, the sex, while teased, wasn't what I hoped for. I thought I'd try some of her other titles, but the covers alone had me running away, screaming. Very florid, fantasy-type illustrations. Think I'll just stick with this one and the hoped-for sequel.
The Braindead Megaphone Essays by George Saunders - I'm only a few pages in but I've already belly laughed -- out loud while alone and at work! -- something I don't ususally do. I appreciate, very much, written humor, but it seldom makes me actually laugh out loud. George Saunders is so brilliant and so completely right on and so fucking funny. I love his surreal, absurdist fiction, but this book is so completely perfect.
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The Secret History by Donna Tartt - Since she wrote a book I really loved, The Little Friend, I thought I should give this a try. I'm only a chapter or so in, so I'm withholding judgement for now.
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