Saturday, May 30, 2009
Rhubarb Crumble, And Other Matters
Two days ago, rhubarb crumble, for me, did not exist. Rhubarbs, yes. Crumble, also yes, and not just in the, "Oh, dear, our castle is crumbling" sense, but also in the, "My goodness, George, this apple crumble is especially crumblicious" sense--and now I'm dreaming of an apple castle crumble with an edible moat, but in any case...
Generally when things do not exist and then exist, they begin existing all over place, and that is what is happening here. Neil Gaiman is blogging about rhubarb crumbles and in the midst of ninjas, death, and creepy, if not mad, scientists, there's a mention of rhubarb crumble with cream in Nick Harkaway's The Gone-Away World.
One expects that when watching the possibly new clips of Whedon's Harvard humanist speech, I will realize that the whole middle part was devoted to the most humane way of crumbling a rhubarb.
But probably not.
In non-dessert related news, the dramatically named event that happened yesterday went okay and if you want an idea of the sort of things that might have been said you can go read this.
Also, I went with the Sad, Wise Woman to a place called The Snackbar. We had oysters on ice and talked about various things not having at all to do with rhubarb crumbles. At one point, the guy who writes that blog stopped by. We decided on a day for our Cat People marathon.
And then I went home, woke up, and watched the Angel where a guy tries to stop time and accidentally almost ends the world. This doesn't have anything to do with anything, except that it's a good episode and I thought I'd mention it.
Happy Friday, readers.