I'm still finding it near impossible to naviagate at HHW (I'm bringing in the big guns, i.e., my so-boring but helpful computer guru) this week. But it's a bit easier to post first thing in the morning. I feel I should concentrate on major matters, so I'll start with Jason's mouse. Have you tried those hardware-store plug-ins that emit teeny noises that no human (apart from my partner's cousin) can hear, but drive mice nuts? They worked in our place. And everyone says a cat - or even the smell of one (can you borrow a feline?) - helps. You are far too young to be sleeping in a recliner.
Maya, that was a superb review. Is there any way that your constructive criticisms can reach the people who can change things? When Kiss of the Spiderwoman premiered in Toronto, we sat in the first row and were put off by Chita Rivera's sagging arms. I did write a note suggesting she wear longer sleeves, but don't know if anyone listened.
Chicken? My favorite is a simple roast chicken, with lots of coarse salt sprinkled over the bird before cooking, to make the skin crisp. I do make a mean fried chicken if I say so myself. It's from a kosher cookbook, so there's no soaking in buttermilk. And, oddly, you dip the pieces in the flour and then the egg.
I was pleased to see that the NY Times ran an article this morning on the Boy from Oz - giving some hope that the show will survive on the strength of Hugh Jackman's performance. (The producers also ran a full-page ad in yesterday's Times, with the words "A Huge ... " appearing just below Mr. J's crotch.) I'm hoping that word of mouth will help, too, and I can't believe I'm alone in thinking the show worked well, with moments that were dazzling, and others that were quite touching.
I won't say how long it took me to post these paragraphs - even first thing, the site is sluggish for me. I just hope I won't have to press control/alt/delete to exit - as has been the case.
A good day to everyone.
