La Fiesta en El Reino

The Evanses had thought they were out for a normal family lunch at the local Mexican restaurant, El Reino.  Mr Evans had driven; Mrs Evans had sat in the passenger seat, wistfully gazing out her window; in the back seat, Prissy May had tried to conduct her dolls Kevin and Esmeralda's dream wedding; Bobby, Jr. had rudely interrupted the ceremony by causing hot lava breath to descend upon the guests.  All was as usual.

'MAAAM, Bobby's making me suffocate!' Prissy screamed.  Seven year old Bobby squirmed with maniacal laughter.

'Bobby Junior don't suffocate your sister,' Mrs Evans said.

'I'm not suffrickating her,' he said.  'It's HOT LAVA BREATH.'

Crossing the Rubicon: One Time Only!

I said in my latest post that I wouldn't flip through thousands of pages of N.T. Wright's works just to tell you where he said that history is a series of unrepeatable events.

But I did.  I couldn't resist.

And what he has to say is just really, really good... as always.

Jaws, Jurassic Park, Avatar: One of these things is not like the other

I've been up to a lot lately.  Worked for a month as craft services on a film set with my then-fiance, and, two weeks later, made him my now-husband.  Woo-wee.

While honeymooning on Oak Island, NC (where, much to my disappointment, we saw no sharks THEY ARE TERRIFYING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH), we found ourselves sans internet.  Which was fine, really, because we both regret what we consider our overuse of the internet.  The house we were staying in had a fascinating DVD collection, and we definitely re-watched Jurassic Park.  It's still amazing, in case you were wondering.  I had recently re-watched Jaws, which is also still amazing.  I'd been interested in watching these again because, while working on the film set, the DP, a Spielberg-lover, had been raving about how Jaws still terrified him.  He was right.

Also while working on the film set, the director, a James Cameron-lover, had been talking about Avatar.  Which I hated.  So I thought I'd give that one another try, and my newlywed husband and I popped it in (if you know what I mean).  Well, guess what.  I had been right.  I still hated it.

Women's Work: A Spiritual Experience

While I was working at a non-profit organisation, cooking meals for anywhere between ten and twenty-something students a few times a week, I started developing a renewed relationship with food.  What I'd once seen as simply something to consume, I began to realise was much, much more.

Every Monday evening, I made grilled cheese and tomato soup.  Without fail.  It was great, a version of the Moosewood Spicy Tomato Soup.  No one ever got tired of it, and, if they did, they did not tell me.