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Sunday, December 14, 2003

A public service announcement from PTMYB:  If you are brokenhearted in any way, for whatever reason; if you find yourself subject to December blues (or June blues, if you live in the Southern Hemisphere); if someone you love died this year and this is your first Christmas without them; if someone you love is going through something painful and your heart is bleeding at the pain they are in; in other words, if you are in even the slightest of emotional dire straits, do not, under any circumstances, watch Punch-Drunk Love.

You may already be one step ahead of me on this.  You may have already decided not to see it due to a loathing of Adam Sandler, or Paul Thomas Anderson.  You may have already seen it, and regretted it.  You may have already seen it and loved it, and since you are made of stronger stuff than I am, you are smart enough to know that it’s just a movie.  In that case, please feel free to skip ahead.  But if you are like me, if you haven’t seen Punch-Drunk Love and you are intrigued by the decent reviews Adam Sandler got for it, then please do watch it, as it is a fascinating movie and the entire cast acquits themselves well.  Just be sure that you are in the best emotional health you have ever been in, because Punch-Drunk Love is a painful movie to watch.  Adam Sandler is a jangle of exposed nerve endings in every single scene, roiling with self-consciousness, sadness and rage.  I haven’t been so exhausted by a movie since we received our Stanley Kubrick box set and had the bright idea to watch The Shining, A Clockwork Orange and Full Metal Jacket on the same day.

If, like me, you did not take my advice and watched Punch-Drunk Love anyway, you will probably need some very specific music to cheer yourself up.  Some of the best-loved albums I own, beautiful music for a Sunday, I had to jettison today, lest I find myself headed back to bed for the rest of the day.  My beloved Magnetic Fields, usually correct for any occasion, I could not listen to them today, for fear that my heart would break all over again.  Flaming Lips, who never fail to put a smile on my face, today made me tear up.  Any beautiful plaintive voice, Neil Young singing “Helpless,” Dawn Upshaw singing “He Was Too Good For Me,” Rufus Wainwright singing “Beauty Mark,” Elisabeth Fraser singing “Aloysius,” Stacey Kent singing anything, no, no, no.  Maybe the solution is noise, I said to myself, and and broke out the KMFDM I usually play at the gym.  Nope.  In the end, embarrassing as it is to admit, the album that did the trick, the one who undid my Punch-Drunk Love damage, was The People Who Grinned Themselves to Death by the Housemartins.  Sometimes what you really need are mean, angry lyrics set to the jauntiest, poppiest music you can find.

Fortunately, we are eating well today.  We started the day with a hot cereal I’ve had my eye on for a while, a Mollie Katzen recipe for a Turkish breakfast called anooshavoor, in which you cook pearl barley in apple juice and top it with dried apricots and yogurt.  If I were living alone, I could easily eat it for three meals a day.  One of my dearest pals, a cook, eater and wine lover extraordinaire, sent me a recipe for a Greek stew called stifado, which I figured would be just the thing for a day filled with snow, rain and wind.  It was a lovely stew indeed, and I know it will be even better when we have the leftovers for dinner tomorrow.  And we have a good news/bad news/good news situation with the rice flour-cardamom shortbreads I baked off this afternoon.  The good news is that these cookies are some of the sexiest things I’ve ever made, buttery and sweet and loaded with cardamom, the official house spice of PTMYB, with a short, crispy, grainy, melting texture that makes my toes curl.  The bad news is that these are fragile beauties, and I can’t figure out how to mail them without their dissolving into the world’s best crumbs.  The other good news is that now Lloyd and I have a nice airtight Rubbermaid tub full of these cookies, and, heck, somebody has to eat them.  (evil grin) Okay, okay.  Anyone who can tell me how to mail these, there’s a fresh batch of them with your name on it.

Posted by Bakerina at 10:47 PM in stuff and nonsense • (1) Comments • (0) Trackbacks

Courtney, I am liking the idea of the cotton candy greatly.  smile In the comments to the previous day’s post, nakedjen has been gathering info as well, so I think this could happen. Woo-hoo!

orionoir, how many times in one life can a girl say thank you, again?  Thank you, again.

Bakerina on 12/15/03 at 09:14 PM  
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