A Promise...

When will they return?

For another photo of pending Summer, please see my Photo blog (ZZ's Photos).
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Simple Things

Sometimes I am amazed by the simplest of things.
I recently bought this very neat kitchen gadget.

The Garlic Press.

One would think I would have had one by now, being that I'm, ya know,...full Italian.
One would think.

Very simple to use without getting some serious garlic smell on your fingers. Simply pop a whole fresh garlic clove into the little chamber...
...and squeeze the handle down till it presses the garlic easily through the holes. All that's left is just the outer part of the clove, which is easily removed with a knife.

Any left over garlic clogging the holes are easily removed by flipping the handle over so that the side with the red bumps fits nicely through each hole, dislodging it. Clean up is a breeze.
And what did I use this very fresh aromatic garlic for??
I added a mix of several Italian herbs and spices that I had previously made up, and then poured some Extra Virgin Olive Oil (Only extra virgin will do) and mixed it all up.

And of course dipped a hunk of fresh Italian Bread into it.

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March Madness Brackets

OK, I basically did an 'Eeeny-Meeny-Miney-Moe' technique when choosing for the NCAA Championship. I usually only pay attention to all the other teams if Syracuse University has been doing well. The fact that I haven't paid attention, should be indicative of SU's standing.

(Click on photo to make it large enough to read.)

If you'd like to download your own bracket to fill out,
you can do so here: March Madness Bracket.

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"Beware The Ides of March"

An audio Post. Please play the Utterli audio post first before going onto the video.

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"Ode To A Woman's Dream Night Out"

There's something about being with old friends and out with them dancing to a really Really Great Band that somehow makes everything ok.
I did just that last night with some of the best group of friends a girl could have. Went to see Atlas at Mac's Bad Art Bar. Atlas has been around for a long time, with now only one original member left. Those local to me may remember when they used to be called Atlas Linen and often played at Soo-lins. Who doesn't remember Soo-Lins? Reaching back in my youth, I clearly remember spending a lot of time there when I was 18 years old, swaying my hips and tapping my toes to some wonderful music like Atlas or even Ronnie Lee & Alliance.
Of course that was all before the owner was busted for drugs and sent to jail. Then it was Buh-Bye Soo-Lins.
Anyway, Atlas is an 8 person brass heavy local band who has earned their reputation for being very popular, at least with those who clearly remember the 70's and 80's. Though not original music, their play-list offers a wide variety of toe tapping to downright hip gyrating music. They've earned their keep with Jim Boeheim, Head Coach for Syracuse University's Basketball Team, as Boeheim and his lovely wife chose them to play at their wedding.


So, I wake up this morning to find the below 'Ode', written by one of my friends who was with me last night. It's very applicable to the evening, right down to the pole-dancing as described in the second stanza. And I even laughed due to some strange guy who was dancing with me, who apparently was doing an old dance called 'The Roving Hands'. And my friend Tina the the others had been pretty creative to form a 'wall' that quickly separated him from me. I think this was a safety precaution. For him. As I was quickly thinking of how to separate his hands from the rest of his body. But us girls knew we were in safe hands with our three gentlemen friends. A girl can never underestimate the power of three protective gentlemen friends with their swift suave ability to effectively dish out the 'ole Malachi Crunch'!

Anyway, to the "Unknown Poet", *MWAW* Big kisses to you! Thanks for the very creative words. And Thanks to you and everyone else for the great night!
Your 'Ode' is now being immortalized for ever! :)


Ode to A Woman's Dream Night Out

Twas the night of daylight savings time
and all through the club,
there were middle age white men
looking for a cheap rub

I went to the club early
my front position was pole
I was feelin' dam sexy
because that's how I roll

The plans were set early
worked hours on my hair,
but only to feel later
like I was mauled by a bear

My hips caressed with fondness
with like, and despair,
I said to myself
do it one more time if you deadly do dare

Maybe it was my perfume
my style, my grace,
but if he brushes me again
I'm gonna punch him in the face

I was really not that upset
however, I will dot that eye,
he just couldn't help himself
he even came back for a second and third drive-by

I don't blame him
he was in a trance stupor
he just couldn't deny
this sexy ass pooper

It was no better on the the dance floor
there were drunken zombies everywhere,
but luckily for me
I had a nice pair

It's not what you think
I had to three chaperones, with one on each side,
they boxed me in
so my grind would not be denied

The dance floor was crowded
everyone was in a bunch
luckily three gentlemen can help me
by dishing out the 'ol "Malachi Crunch"

I moved and grooved to the sounds
with protective men on alert
to keep from encountering
the likes of Ernie and Burt

Whitney Houston has a bodyguard
and I've got me three thugs
to make sure I'm safe
when I cut up that rug

Atlas played on
they even played Brick House,
their silky soul horn section
made me wet my blouse

Forgotten were the riff raff
and all the tedious preparation,
a night like this
I needed with desperation

I laughed, I told stories
Shaked my ass with delight,
Home after 2:00am
what a great night

Today is Sunday
and out of my bed I creep
as I just realized
I missed a hour of sleep

Dam it, oh crap
how's a woman to get by
just think of last night
and that wonderful dancing high

~The Unknown Poet

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Spring Fever and Thoughts of Live Music

When the days start to give us a tease of nicer weather my thoughts naturally turn to open toed shoes, coconut smells in the warm wind, hot sunny days (and just as warm evenings)..
And Live Music.

Just starting to gear up for this years Jazz Fest at Saratoga Springs. Already have tickets for the end of June Wookstock-like Weekend Music Festival.
Below is something that I picked up in the Autumn time, already thinking of the next, typically Hot event. I would have posted it then, but I had purchased another for my sister Brunetta and tossed it in as a 'stocking-like gift' at Christmas time.

IMHO, this is the best thing since sliced bread. It's a battery operated Fan that is attached to a Squirt Bottle. A couple ice-cubes, cold water in the bottle, a battery for the fan and you're good to go!

The full line up isn't set yet, but I know one of the head liners for Saturday is Patti Labelle and Sunday will see George Benson.
I had sent out an email earlier today to a few of my friends that I'm going with about Patti Labelle playing. It went something like this:

When Patti Labelle comes on the stage,
she DAMN WELL BETTER SING THIS SONG!!!
...Cause I will be Dancing ALL over the dance
Floor/Lawn/Ampitheatre Seats/ the head of the person infront of me/the lap of
the guy next to me/.....

Well.....you get the idea. :)

OK, who doesn't want to unleash their inner-Disco-Diva from time to time? :)




LADY MARMALADE

Hey Sister, Go Sister, Soul Sister, Go Sister (x2)
He met Marmalade down in Old New Orleans
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said 'Hello,
hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?
'Mmm Hmmm Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Here
Mocca chocolata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Stayed in her pool while
watch he crashing up
That boy drank all that night don't know why
Oh the last sight she went
he started to freak

Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Here
Mocca chocalata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

Heh, Heh, Hehhhh
Seeing her skin feeling silky smooth
Colour of cafe au lait
Made the savage beast inside
Roaring till it cried More, More, More
Now he's at home doing 9 to 5
Living his brave life of lies
But when he turns off to sleep
All memories keep More, More, More
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya Da Da Da
Gitchi Gitchi Ya Ya here
Mocca chocolata Ya Ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir?
Creole Lady Marmalade

~Pattie Labelle


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