Brief Jottings

I'll get over it, but it's still something of a marvel to me that I'm cooking the recipes I am. Last night we had chicken in an avocado and orange sauce and tonight I'm fixing a potato curry. 

I listened to Mendelssohn's Italian Symphony yesterday. Happy music, dignified music-  the music of urban civilisation.

I watched the clip of Michael Jackson's ghost stalking the empty rooms of Neverland Ranch.  I'm assuming- until someone swears by something holy that the room was empty- that the moving shadow was cast by a production assistant.