Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Friday, February 18, 2005
I found out that a dear friend passed away recently. She was a fashion model earlier in her life, using those experiences to build careers as a comedienne, as an author, and as a singer/songwriter. More than anything else, she was always the epitomy of grace, style, and, above all else, class. There was always a twinkle in her eye. She was truly a lady.
Good night Esther.
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My father did most of the cooking when I was growing up. Of all ths things he made on that old O'keefe & Merritt stove, my favorites were his famous Herman's German Swedish Meatballs, skirt steaks, and beef tongue.
I loved having tongue for dinner, but I loved it just as much for lunch the next day -- a couple of slices on white bread with mayo, mmmmm... Nowadays, I use the Spanish term Lengua that I've picked up from the taquerias hereabouts. You see, even though I can't cook it myself, I've found that the local burrito places prepare it pretty much the same as my dad did. That's why one of my favorite foods is a lengua burrito con queso.
What is also very gratifying is that one of my son's favorite meals is RiceBeansLengua -- a lengua taco (solo carne) with rice and whole pintos on the side. It is a part of my father that I can share with my son.
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