This is one of my favorite weeknight recipes. They don’t really take very long, which is good because with Adam’s commute we eat pretty late. I can prep everything when I get home, let it marinate until Adam gets home, then cook up dinner pretty quickly. It’s not a terribly original recipe, but it’s tasty and entertaining. I like interactive food, it’s like dinner theater.
Archive: May 1, 2008
Last December, in between hosting Thanksgiving and Christmas in the new house, painting and unpacking, I got distracted one night while cutting an onion and sliced 3/4 of the way through my left thumb tip. The injury was painful, but not nearly as bad as the experience of getting my thumb stitched back together. Fingers and toes, I was told at the ER, are the worst places to get stitches. My thumb still isn’t its old self again, and it hurts to do things like push buttons on the remote.
What a bizarre book. Inspired in part by The Island of Dr. Moreau, Dr. Franlin’s Island by Ann Halam tells the story of three shipwrecked British teenagers who fall into the hands of a mad scientist. Semi, Arnie, and Miranda are the sole survivors of a plane crash on their way to a scientific program for teens in Ecuador. They survive for weeks alone on the beach before discovering Dr. Franklin’s compound and his horrors of genetic engineering. He holds them as prisoners and alters their DNA in his attempts to make bird/human and fish/human hybrids.