Weekend accomplishements
I saw something in the TikTok comments that was another "Gen X is gettin' old" moment. I was watching a cooking video where someone was making Jackie Kennedy's waffle recipe (it was published when she was still a Kennedy), and made the "Jackie Kennedy eats sheet metal" joke. Someone else said it was ableist or whatever to make fun of her big teeth. And another commenter started going off about fuck her, she had her daughter lobotomized.
Kids, that was Rose Kennedy. It's funny to see how this family that was so important to the Boomers, and thus made to be important to my generation (to be fair, at the time Teddy was still in the Senate and JFK Jr. was still around), is starting to recede into the mists of history and the different members get muddled together. Probably if it weren't for RFK Jr. and his ridiculous presidential campaign--not to mention 2 different QAnon weirdos claiming to be JFK Jr.--most of Gen Z wouldn't even have that vague idea of who they were.
Saturday I made breakfast, picked up one of Phil's prescriptions, and went to the carwash. I haven't been since before Christmas and the interior was pretty gross, so I used the vacuum and a cleaning sponge, and I also checked the tire pressure and added a few PSIs. I went to the grocery store, cleaned the kitchen, made the 'rents lunch--they had just been putting out some chicken ceasar wraps in the deli case when I was at Rouses, so I got one for them to split.
In the afternoon I dusted and vacuumed my bedroom, because replacing the HVAC system caused a lot of dust and grit to settle throughout the room. I made myself a couple of greyhounds with fresh grapefruit juice and had a snack, and read. I finished The Moon & Sixpence and started The Outsider, the only Stephen King book with Holly Gibney in it that I hadn't yet read (although I've seen the HBO adaptation where she's played by Cynthia Erivo).
David made pasta with sausage for dinner (which he did last Saturday, but this was a different recipe), and afterwards I finished Griselda, which I'd started Friday night. I was basically the "Leo pointing at the TV" meme whenever a character I recognized from the documentary Cocaine Cowboys appeared. They softened Blanco up, of course; and the real Griselda Blanco was a plain, dumpy woman, nothing like Sofia Vergara, even uglied up with facial prosthetics. But I was expecting that, and was actually surprised by how much they got accurate about the actual things that happened (the Crown Liquor shootout, the Marielito army she assembled, the phone sex scandal, yes that is a real thing that actually happened), if not always why they happened. The standout for me was Martín Rodríguez, who I thought really nailed Rivi Ayala's creepy magnetism. I always felt like he and Blanco had some kind of weird intense relationship but one that was probably not sexual, and the way they portrayed it was kind of how I always pictured it.
I probably spend too much time thinking about cartels and Colombian drug lords.
Sunday I made a Dutch baby and bacon for breakfast, changed the bed sheets, and because there was no new Dateline I decided to watch Cocaine Cowboys again, what they hey, it's been a few years since I watched it. (I noticed Micky Munday wasn't in Griselda; he's basically the last of that generation of traffickers to still be alive and I assume didn't agree to be portrayed in it. Or maybe there just wasn't room for him in the story; he was a pilot so I don't know how much contact he actually had with Blanco.) I also finished this watercolor:
I know this looks like nothing found in reality, but actually it's based on an aerial shot of salt evaporation ponds near where I grew up. I'm going to do a whole series of these. I want to start trying to paint from photographs eventually, and I thought this was would be a fun, low stakes way to start trying that. The subject is pretty abstract, so it doesn't hugely matter if I mess it up here or there.
I knew this weekend was the last 2 playoff games before the Superbowl, so I bought a brie and did some snack plates for lunch. (Looks like my guy Mahomes is going to the Superbowl again. Also Taylor Swift LOL, I love how much she pisses off grumpy old farts and insecure men.) I baked a batch of dog treats, made some cookies, did dinner prep, did a load of clothes and two of towels, and in between all that I had some more greyhounds (I still had grapefruit) and read.
I made the biscoitos de maizena from Baking Yesteryear:
They look cute (cookie scoops strike again), but they don't have a ton of flavor and they are really dry. I think they would be really good with tea that you could dip them in; eating them by themselves was just weird. Like they sucked all the moisture out of your mouth.
Dinner was the mini meatloaves and browned butter mashed potatoes from the first Smitten Kitchen cookbook, which I'd somehow never made.
That's like, a tiny dab of mixed vegetables with cheese sauce, because I should have bought 2 bags.
After supper I finished Cocaine Cowboys and watched the new True Detective. My current theory is all the supernatural-seeming shit is just in everyone's head and they're all being slowly driven mad by whatever the mine is dumping into the water.
Kids, that was Rose Kennedy. It's funny to see how this family that was so important to the Boomers, and thus made to be important to my generation (to be fair, at the time Teddy was still in the Senate and JFK Jr. was still around), is starting to recede into the mists of history and the different members get muddled together. Probably if it weren't for RFK Jr. and his ridiculous presidential campaign--not to mention 2 different QAnon weirdos claiming to be JFK Jr.--most of Gen Z wouldn't even have that vague idea of who they were.
Saturday I made breakfast, picked up one of Phil's prescriptions, and went to the carwash. I haven't been since before Christmas and the interior was pretty gross, so I used the vacuum and a cleaning sponge, and I also checked the tire pressure and added a few PSIs. I went to the grocery store, cleaned the kitchen, made the 'rents lunch--they had just been putting out some chicken ceasar wraps in the deli case when I was at Rouses, so I got one for them to split.
In the afternoon I dusted and vacuumed my bedroom, because replacing the HVAC system caused a lot of dust and grit to settle throughout the room. I made myself a couple of greyhounds with fresh grapefruit juice and had a snack, and read. I finished The Moon & Sixpence and started The Outsider, the only Stephen King book with Holly Gibney in it that I hadn't yet read (although I've seen the HBO adaptation where she's played by Cynthia Erivo).
David made pasta with sausage for dinner (which he did last Saturday, but this was a different recipe), and afterwards I finished Griselda, which I'd started Friday night. I was basically the "Leo pointing at the TV" meme whenever a character I recognized from the documentary Cocaine Cowboys appeared. They softened Blanco up, of course; and the real Griselda Blanco was a plain, dumpy woman, nothing like Sofia Vergara, even uglied up with facial prosthetics. But I was expecting that, and was actually surprised by how much they got accurate about the actual things that happened (the Crown Liquor shootout, the Marielito army she assembled, the phone sex scandal, yes that is a real thing that actually happened), if not always why they happened. The standout for me was Martín Rodríguez, who I thought really nailed Rivi Ayala's creepy magnetism. I always felt like he and Blanco had some kind of weird intense relationship but one that was probably not sexual, and the way they portrayed it was kind of how I always pictured it.
I probably spend too much time thinking about cartels and Colombian drug lords.
Sunday I made a Dutch baby and bacon for breakfast, changed the bed sheets, and because there was no new Dateline I decided to watch Cocaine Cowboys again, what they hey, it's been a few years since I watched it. (I noticed Micky Munday wasn't in Griselda; he's basically the last of that generation of traffickers to still be alive and I assume didn't agree to be portrayed in it. Or maybe there just wasn't room for him in the story; he was a pilot so I don't know how much contact he actually had with Blanco.) I also finished this watercolor:
I know this looks like nothing found in reality, but actually it's based on an aerial shot of salt evaporation ponds near where I grew up. I'm going to do a whole series of these. I want to start trying to paint from photographs eventually, and I thought this was would be a fun, low stakes way to start trying that. The subject is pretty abstract, so it doesn't hugely matter if I mess it up here or there.
I knew this weekend was the last 2 playoff games before the Superbowl, so I bought a brie and did some snack plates for lunch. (Looks like my guy Mahomes is going to the Superbowl again. Also Taylor Swift LOL, I love how much she pisses off grumpy old farts and insecure men.) I baked a batch of dog treats, made some cookies, did dinner prep, did a load of clothes and two of towels, and in between all that I had some more greyhounds (I still had grapefruit) and read.
I made the biscoitos de maizena from Baking Yesteryear:
They look cute (cookie scoops strike again), but they don't have a ton of flavor and they are really dry. I think they would be really good with tea that you could dip them in; eating them by themselves was just weird. Like they sucked all the moisture out of your mouth.
Dinner was the mini meatloaves and browned butter mashed potatoes from the first Smitten Kitchen cookbook, which I'd somehow never made.
That's like, a tiny dab of mixed vegetables with cheese sauce, because I should have bought 2 bags.
After supper I finished Cocaine Cowboys and watched the new True Detective. My current theory is all the supernatural-seeming shit is just in everyone's head and they're all being slowly driven mad by whatever the mine is dumping into the water.