Is it spring yet?

Rich wanted to make tamales this weekend. It was a toss up between a pork verde or a red chicken sauce. I can get a decent whole chicken almost anywhere. I can only get the rolled pork loin at one place that I know of - Bilka. On a normal day I simply hate Bilka. Thinking of walking into Bilka on a Saturday makes my mind just shut down. So chicken it was.

After a day in the kitchen (mostly for Rich) we were about tamale-ied out. When you make tamales you don't just make a few. Which in the end is ok, since now we have a few bags in the freezer for sometime later.


Lots of cabin fever going on, and you can only knit or play Uno so much. Unfortunately, my selection of books lately sucks. I've had How To Be Good by Nick Hornby following me around for two weeks now. I finally super skimmed through it last night. (For me - super skimming is reading only a few paragraphs and the end page - as opposed to just skimming - which is reading a bit on every page.) Anyway - I'm glad I super skimmed. It got good reviews, and maybe if you like this author you'll like his books (he also wrote Shakespeare Wrote for Money...and lots others), but it just wasn't working for me.

Cloth Girl didn't even get a super skim through. It might have made a good week long English TV drama. But it was reading a bit too much like a soap opera. So I quit on that one too.

Tonight Fred & Edie is either going to draw me in, or its getting a super skim too.

I don't mind giving up on a book if it doesn't make me want to read it. There are so many out there, why put forth the effort. My husband is the opposite. If he starts reading something, and finds out that its written poorly or is just plain boring, he still won't stop. Doesn't want to have *wasted* that initial time he put into it I guess.