Cameraderie for All

Day 55
Listening to: Burn
Thought for the day: Thank you for filling the world with laughter Harold! #RIPHarold Ramis.

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If you missed it, Alec Baldwin issued an editorial yesterday in New York Magazine declaring he’s done with public life and the media. In one section he complained that everyone has camera phones and the level of intrusiveness is unparalleled to anything we’ve ever known. Before you say, “that’s what he gets for being famous,” think about the phenomena “People of Walmart.” Intrusion is not confined to celebrities. We’re all just one embarrassing act away from having our photo plastered on some website exploiting trips, slips, and falls. I get Alec’s point and often lament about the days when life was sans technology. On the flip side, my own camera phone has a ton of my life recorded on it. There are hundreds of moments I captured and forgot. I love going back and rediscovering these forgotten moments. Today’s photo is one of those moments. This photo was taken before a Titans game. I have no idea who this woman is. We struck up a friendship standing in line at the Port-O-Potty. It was her first Titans game and she was beyond excited. I thought she was a really cool person in her appearance and personality (her pants and shoes matched the glasses). I originally didn’t share the photo because I’m paranoid about my forehead capable of contacting distant planets when the sun hits it just right. I’m over myself for now and am sharing it. With Alec Baldwin in mind, I wonder if this woman would feel violated that I’m posting this. I hope not. This was truly a fun moment for me.

The Alec Baldwin Twitter Sandwich feat. Banana’s Baldwin

Recipe Source: Unknown
Year: early 1900s
Recipe: Frying Bananas
Music to cook by:  Fire and Rain (sweet baby James)

Early last month, I watched my second and youngest child leave home and start down the path of college academia.   It took becoming a ruler of a vast empty-nest empire to recognize that the chaos that comes with shuttling two children to various activities, school, and friend’s houses was the chaos that prevented my life from falling into the abyss of monotony.

Needless to say, in their absence my life has become its own virtual hamster wheel, a real Groundhog Day movie.

Phil Connors how do we stop this thing?

Last week I was served a big ole heaping helping of monotony abyss reprieve thanks to Alec Baldwin.   It was such a minuscule event, but the consequences for me were huge.

I spend a lot of time online because it’s how I pay the bills.  The social media explosion has helped me get through the tedious hours I spend chained to a desk writing/editing about various vacuous manufacturing processes. I’m a technical writer for God’s sake.  My work is BORING and said work is that unidentifiable gunk that congeals my monotony salad.

One of the social medias that beckons my Phil Connors brain is Twitter®. I spend time on Twitter® playing word games, telling the world I’m picking my nose, chatting with strangers, and occasionally participating in celebritivity (saying something about a celeb I like).  The celebrities I pay homage to on Twitter are Keith Olbermann (makes politics entertaining), Anderson Cooper (makes politics understandable), Steve Martin (banjo beast with a scoop of funny), Santa Clause (the man with the candy), and Alec Baldwin (SNL host champion).  If Colin Firth and Liam Neeson were on Twitter®, I’d be glued more than I already am.  I mean………..hey……….

HELLO Mr. Darcy! Colin Firth in the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice.

On Wednesday, Alec commented on Twitter® that he would like to do an album featuring the influences of Shakespeare and Snoop Dogg.  I responded with a suggestion (see below).  He immediately retweeted my response (copied and pasted my comment on his Twitter® account).  In my best Emeril voice……….BAM……….I was an Alec sandwich.

Alec - Krissy Sandwich..........probably taste like the Twitter bird. TWITTER CHICKEN.

Suddenly, a swarm of Tweeps (Twitter® participants) came out of the Twitter® woodwork.  I was slammed with messages, responses, and new Twitter® friends.  Some of the new Tweeps  have turned out to be really cool and a lot of fun…………..all because of Alec.

For this week’s Great Grandmother blog, I decided to take a recipe out of my Great Grandmother’s journal and Baldwin-ize it to show my gratitude for the Twitter® experience.

Alec and his girlfriend appear to worship at the throne of healthy and Alec’s brother Daniel cooks constantly, so I had to choose wisely.  Since my Great Grandmother’s journal reeks of Southern early century cooking (tons of sugar and lard), there had to be compromise.  I decided to go with a recipe that involves bananas.  I mean how can you beat a recipe called Banana’s Baldwin?  The compromise?  I fried them.  Note: I did use an egg substitute and vegetable oil in lieu of lard to keep this as healthy as possible.

Step 1:

Cue the Sesame Street music. One of these things is not like the other.

How’d the Oreo® get in there?  Ok, Ok.  I confess.  I snuck it into the banana fry party.

Step 2:

Fry baby. Fry.

Step 3:

Ta Da! Banana's Baldwin

Step 4:

The Fab Lab approved of the Banana's Baldwin. Plain banana? No. Fried banana? Yes. She is a true Southern dog.

My Critique
The fried Oreo® spoke the loudest to me and was the first casualty.  I was not disappointed that I fried it.  The cookie itself melted inside the breading.  It was totally Oreogasmic.  The bananas?  They were interesting.  You’d have to be a banana fan to want to cook them regularly.  I felt like I was eating disguised banana’s foster.

There ya have it.  Banana’s Baldwin.  On a more serious note, the Baldwins have created a breast cancer research fund dedicated to their mother.  If you want to help me keep that painting featured in the previous blog out of my house this is a perfect example of how YOU CAN DONATE TO CANCER RESEARCH AND OWN A PAINTING!  Even if you don’t want to own a painting, it’s a good cause that I urge you to check out!   http://www.findacure.org/home.html