Last Night’s Entertainment.
Finally! Americans have shown what they don’t like about the Bush administration and have voted Democrats in wherever they could! It was great last night, watching the returns on CNN, and keeping my fingers crossed for the Democrats’ taking over the House and the Senate. As of today, they rule the House and are one seat away from ruling the Senate, pending a recount in Virginia. Yay!
Today, listening to Bush on NPR as he announced that Rumsfield is out, I was happy to hear the nervousness in his voice. During the subsequent question period, he sounded very nervous indeed, and no wonder, since his questioners didn’t give him a break, but asked all kinds of touchy questions that caught him in previous lies (like his saying last week that Rumsfield would be staying). Bush claimed that he knew last week that R. would be leaving, but hadn’t found a replacement for him yet, therefore answered that question that way “so as to pass over to the next question,” but again and again reporters questioned him on that matter, trying to get him to say that he had lied, or that he was doing all this because of the outcome of the election. He showed his potitical skill in being able to joke and admit he had been ‘whupped’ in the election, but his voice was uneven, his sentences fragmented, his asides nervous and strange. AHa!
Yet he still insists that he will stay in Iraq until the soldiers can come home victorious. He will not budge. We’ll have to see if this will indeed be true as he comes under Democrats’ pressure. I can’t believe that he will just remain static for another two years. Maybe the man who’s replacing Rummie will change things a bit.
On a completely different matter, before taking up my seat before the tv., I joined John to go to the catering company just four doors down from us, where we were part of a class on cooking Tuscan food. It was a very pleasant, although expensive ($130) experience, with a friendly group of about 10 (including one other male), and with delicious food. I was interested in the workings of a pasta machine, which I was told costs only about $40, and impressed by the ease by which noodles can be made with it. But to get the pasta dough silky and malleable you require a food processor, I was told, which is a drag, for they are so expensive.
We learned how to make Osso Buco, which is veal shank stew that melts in the mouth. And a delicious fettacine entry, plus bruchettas and something called ‘little oranges’ that consists of arbrio rice, breadcrumbs, and beaten egg, rolled into balls, and then lightly fried. Our meal ended with a custard that was wonderful and rich. John and I basically waddled back home after that and duly took Tums. I expected I might have nightmares of the ‘I ate too much rich food’ type, but instead dreamt that I was wrapping things I found around the house and putting them in a box for a poor family. What a waste of dream time that was! But at least it wasn’t a nightmare, and rounded out a very pleasant day.
