||[Dec. 25th, 2017|09:42 pm]
The overcast cleared out early today, and tonight I can see the waxing crescent moon, already well along toward being a half moon. The weather is once again fairly mild for the time of year, and there is no sign of rain in the forecast, so I'm getting more worried. A mild winter is not worth drought and a summer with water rationing. |
For the last few days I've had a feeling in my head and throat that I get when I'm coming down with a cold, but so far no cold has appeared. The main problem is that this feeling fills me with a nostalgia for a vanished world and a craving for the foods it provided. I keep thinking about a meatball sandwich they made at a place in Alhambra, and about hamburgers from Benny's, or that place on Fifth Street in downtown Los Angeles. Oh, and barbecued brisket, and real spumoni, and coffee, which I don't drink as much as I want of because it would keep me awake. Why feeling like I'm coming down with a cold makes me crave these particular things I don't know, but there it is.
Also the winter ant infestation has returned to my kitchen. It actually began during the rain a couple of weeks ago, but has continued intermittently ever since. Every other day or so I have to slaughter a bunch of Formicidae on the sink board or a cabinet or along the window sill. It's very annoying, and I'm using up all my Formula 409 (I don't want to use any ant poisons around food, or cats, and I've found that this household cleanser kills ants on contact— which does make me wonder what might be in the stuff, but I won't look a gift spray in the... whatever one would look a spray in.
I can't find the sheet of paper the trash collection company sends out every year with their schedule on it, but I seem to remember that Christmas is one of the few holidays that forces a one-day delay in collection. That means my trash would go out tomorrow night instead of tonight, but as I'm not sure, I think I'll go ahead and put it out tonight. Better to have the wheelie bins out for an extra day, and to have to go out to the street to empty tomorrow's accumulation of trash, than to miss the pickup and end up accidentally hoarding the stuff for an extra week.
Canned tamales for dinner, I think.
Real spumoni! I think that's something I've only had in cartons from the grocery store. How is the "real" stuff different?
Are you winter ants tiny or whackin' huge? Up here, toward spring, we get what the building manager calls sugar ants, tiny little things that bumble around my bathroom like fools. I'll keep the cleanser in mind instead of putting down poison.
They are mostly average sized ants, though a few tiny ones appear among them. Now and then I'll also see a large one among them, which is probably a slave captured when still an infant.
Real spumoni is usually layered cherry, pistachio, and chocolate ice cream with nuts and candied fruits and, most importantly, rum. Sometimes it is layered with whipped cream, but the ice cream parlor in Pasadena that used to serve it didn't do that step. The closest I've ever found in a carton was about three years ago when Safeway sold something very similar under their house brand Safeway Select. They had it for a couple of months, and it vanished and has never reappeared.
One of the major brands- Dreyer's, I think- had something they called spumoni for a while, but it was just a glorified Neapolitan, with pistachio in place of the vanilla, and no rum (the Safeway stuff actually had a rum flavoring, probably from an extract, but it wasn't too bad for a low-priced, mass-produced ice cream in a carton. I'd buy it again.)
I may've had that Safeway one! Some of their Lucerne dairy things are really good. I love pistachio. :)
Out on the East Coast, I knew Dreyer's as Edy's, I think.
Yes, Dreyer's and Edy's are the same company. Oddly, cartons of Edy's sometimes show up at Grocery Outlet. I've never bought any, as they are usually odd, one-off flavors, but I do wonder how they made their way all the way to California. Maybe odd flavors of Dreyer's show up in east coast Grocery Outlets.