Pansyiana: April 2003 Archives

I never really had a chance to see this movie in it's entirety, believe it or not. I was like 5 when it came out, so it was a major no-no. There are many movies that are Pop Culture Icons that I have never seen because I was small when they came out such as Jaws (I saw it recently), and any of those "Jason" movies. Yesterday I had the chance to finally see it as we sat on the couch and ate rhubarb pie.

I thought the dance scenes were so good, but the story line around the characters was really depressing. I did think the story around the friend with the pregnant girlfriend was interesting, only because the character said he went to his guidance counselor, his parents, priest and all for advice and they told him to get married. Fast forward to 2003 and many people would tell him to get the abortion. What I thought was even funnier was the character asked Tony's brother Frank (the ex-priest) if he thought the Pope would give his girlfriend dispensation for an abortion. Now of course while the idea of this is ludicrous, if you put this in 2003 context, the idea that he would even know what "dispensation" is, or that he would even care to try to get permission is order to stay in good standing with the Church would be nonexistent.

Again, while I never saw SNF back in 1977, it made a huge cultural impact. The
soundtrack is just awesome. (I personally think it is better than the movie). Most of the songs take me right back to that time period. Yvonne Elliman, Tavares, the Bee Gees...

Like I mentioned I was about 5 and we lived in Glen Oaks, Queens. It was the neighborhood that was being terrorised by Son of Sam at that time. Everyone was scared and the grown-ups spoke of it often, although I never knew what they were talking about. I remember my mother telling me one time she took me for a walk to the shops around the corner and was startled because there was a very suspicious man following us in a long raincoat in the middle of a hot summer day. After we passed a few stores, she finally ducked into one and pretended to be meeting someone. It was not long after that they caught David Berkowitz. When they posted his picture on the newspaper, my mother recognised him as the man with the raincoat.

I also thought I was Jewish at the time because we lived in a Jewish neighborhood, I attended public and everyone around me was Jewish. I kind of thought it being synonymous with human or something.

While the music may seem like it brings back scary memories, it was a very pleasant time in my life. There is a lot about the 70's I miss, or maybe it is things about my childhood...

It was such a beautiful day. Mass at our Church is always intimate. What was really nice afterwards everyone left the Church (out of respect for the Blessed Sacrament) and the men all shook hands and wished each other a Happy Easter and the women wished each other Happy Easter also, some with hugs and kisses.

We went to my parents for dinner. I made a rhubarb pie with some strawberries in it. I made it with a lattice top. When I was done, it looked like I should put it on the window sill to cool. I didn't though because I am not stupid, everytime you do that, someone, like an escaped convict or something sneaks up to the window sill and steals the pie.

My mother made a roast turkey breast and lots of veggies. Then we ate my pie and it was so delicious. I never had rhubarb before and was unsure what to expect because it's like, well, a vegetable. I got many compliments on it however. My seventeen year old brother also commented on the fact that it looked like the type of pie you put on a windown sill to cool, but it is a good thing I didn't because people lose more pies that way to Pie Thieves. I told him I was thinking the same thing!

...because I am seriously Sleepy and I was afraid the grammatical and spelling errors would be compounded by an even more reduced state of brain function. My husband and I were only able to take a few catnaps last night with the baby's asthma attacks.

In the meantime, the baby will not let me put him down. I have a half made bed, I was going to make Jeanetta's Portuguese Muffins because she was kind enough to adapt the recipe to the bread machine. I am just sitting here trying to keep him calm and happy.I have a cute story about last night's dinner...

Peony gave me a recipe for a chicken stir fry dish called "Singing Chicken". The dish is yummy and calls for hot peppers. I love hot peppers. I am not sure if it is just me because I was raised on spicy food, or because I am just not as allergic to hot peppers as some, but I do not really notice if something is really hot.

I prepared the dish with the standard wimpy two chile peppers. I used jalapenos, because again, they are not spicy to me. A good, spicy pepper is a Jamaican Scotch Bonnet (or habanero). Now that's a pepper.

My family did not agree with my assesment that last night's dinner it had a slight "kick" to it. My husband told me his face went numb, my daughter kept refilling glasses of milk, but the two youngest turned red and had their tongues hanging out of their mouth. It was too cute. No I am not into torturing babies with hot peppers, but as a Mom everything babies do is so adorable. The funny thing is (kids after my own heart) they ate seconds.