It feels like 37 out but nonetheless my neighbor pod is doing outdoor tikisgiving, which celebrates the 1950s obsession with pineapple (following Hawaii joining the union and WWII pacific storytelling).
We use recipes out of the 1960s housewife cookbooks, which are terrifying.
good first courses — pineapple can molded Jell-O shots, “triple orange ambrosial salad”, a curry dip in a hollowed out pineapple, updated Polynesian rumaki with pork belly instead of liver, “Polynesian ham loaf” aka baked spam and pineapple, with Polynesian paradise cocktails
Also, I don’t know who decided marshmallows and whipped cream go together, but, yes
It’s the 79th anniversary of Pearl Harbor, and just wanted to remember my grandfather, who wrote the initial damages report on the attack and spent the rest of WWII in the Pacific.
He almost never talked about the war at all, except with my father.
His stories were so good, but really my dad is the one who keeps them now.
I have all of my grandmother’s letters to him — which he kept all his life, hidden in his navy trunk so she wouldn’t throw them away. I wish she had kept his — but she was not sentimental about the past.
One of the stories I remember was about why he knew how to play chess.
For part of the war, he & like 5 other guys were dumped on some rock in the Pacific so the Japanese wouldn’t take it. One of the guys was a chess savant, could play with no pieces on the board. He taught them
I was feeling oddly nostalgic for the totally bizarre regional sub-diet of the Cincinnati Germans, so I made a deviled ham salad sandwich the same way my grandmother used to make them for us when we were little — with 2 generous layers of cool ranch Doritos (“the new flavor”)
My grandmother, of course, would never deign eat a flavored corn chip. But she was stuck with us for a few weeks. She asked the deli guy where she was buying the ham salad salad if kids liked it.
Not really, he said. Maybe bribe them with chips.
He recommended “the new flavor”
The “new flavor” was cool ranch — the first non-original flavored Doritos.
I would not say I like this flavor. It’s so weird.
But it was a big gesture from my grandmother to get them. They weren’t good alone. Neither was the deviled ham salad. But mashed together — genius.
My amazing niece & nephew helped me make a paper chain to count down the days until the inauguration.
Each day, I will tear one off and post a message about the damage Trump has done to the nation & the presidency — acts I hope we never see again from a POTUS /1
Bonus post from yesterday (waiting for the glitter glue to dry):
With 57 days until the inauguration, I hope we never again have a president who belittles the service and sacrifice of our intelligence officers. /2
Today, with 56 days until the inauguration, a word about how conservatism used to embrace conservation of the natural splendor of America, and how I hope our future presidents remember we are shaped by our wilderness, not merely the conquest of it /3
LTG became Ambassador in Liberia when I was working there. Pretty much the 1st thing she did was walk outside the gates of the (spectacular) embassy compound — startling the Marine guards to no end — and start picking up the trash that lined the road. She viewed it as her job /1
She approached everything from a practical perspective — always an American thrilled and honored to be on this adventure, always aware of what she represented and what she carried with her. She was in the community as much as possible. She broke down many barriers. /2
She always understood the importance of getting outside the walls, of doing the hard and unglamorous work. Always with a smile and a story. She was a remarkable diplomat in a tough environment during a critical transition period. It’s hard to overstate how essential this was /3