Good Morning My Precious

Random Sunday Mornings:

---Don't you love it when someone uses terms of endearment with you? It's like a little verbal code that no one else knows, and it basically screams I'm on your side.

---It's about 9:30 in the morning and already I can tell it's going to be a glorious day. Time to flip up the sunroof. Don't you just love it when Mother Nature (which, I am proud to say, is a concept I eradicated from my professional writing over a year ago. Mother Nature is such a cheap journalism crutch. It's something people rely on when they're not creative enough to say anything better about the weather) forgets her seasons? I think she's jumping the gun a bit on this whole Springtime thing, but I'm not complaining.

---I think I'm going to be heading to a museum today. I joined one of Cincinnati's meccas of culture a zillion months ago (okay, more like nine) and haven't been getting any use out of it this winter. This town has so much to offer.

---Speaking of, I've said it earlier: I'm a Catholic girl who's in love with Jewish food. Oy vey, what's a shiksa to do? The best matzo ball soup in Cincinnati can be found at Blue Ash's Decent Deli, And let me just tell you, the food is light years away from just being decent.

I used to eat there when I was a little girl, way back before the health department started cracking down on things like big containers of Kosher dill pickles and sauerkraut on each table. Gosh, I remember eating those pickles like it was my job.

Anyway.

At 11, I'd get a can of Dr. Brown's root beer, a bowl of matzo bowl soup (back in the day you could only get the soup on Fridays, now you can get it five days a week) and either a potato pancake or a blueberry bagel. Well, I've been back several times since I moved back to Cincinnati and there are only a few changes to report: No pickles on the table and no blueberry bagels. But the potato cakes are still crispy on the outside and smooth like mashed potatoes inside. They're just incredible. Can you tell I'm hungry?

---I worked on Saturday and quite liked it. I don't really need to wax poetic on how much I love writing, and the chance to do a different show gives me the opportunity to work more on how I write and the kind of stories I write. Plus, the weekend crew is really nice and we all have the opportunity to do pretty much what we want and make the big girl calls on our own.

Anyway, I have Monday off to give me an extra day to decompress, and you won't see hide nor hair of me.

Cheers.