Blues Traveller, Martin Sheen, and Cookies

I’m watching reruns of Rosanne on Nick at Night. I’m actually watching the Pacific feed, and not the Eastern feed (I get both), but it doesn’t really matter. I never liked this show when it was on the air originally, but somehow, lately, I’ve been watching it with the same fascinated horror that I feel when watching American Idol, which we also watched today (but only because Gilmore Girls was a rerun.

Anyway, the episode that just ended featured a guest appearance by Blues Traveller, which band I love. There. Now you know my deepest, darkest secret.

Well, one of them.

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Last night, Bravo ran the Inside the Actors Studio Martin Sheen episode. I’ve always known I loved him as a performer, but the glimpse into the person was fascinating. He’s newly-added to my ‘if I could invite a bunch of people to dinner’ list.

He recited the poem “My Country Awake” by Rabindranath Tagore, which was very moving. Isn’t it nice when television actually is educational?

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Feeling both hormonal and desperate for chocolate (the latter no doubt caused by the former), I made a bunch of chocolate chip cookies, with walnuts, since Fuzzy had just come back from his DC-trip. It was the first time I’d ever made them with Spelt flour, and the texture is a bit odd – almost as if there’s shredded coconut in the cookies, except there’s not.

I’m not feeling bloggish today. I’m feeling tired, icky, and crabby. So I’m going to go make more mint tea, and curl up with the heating pad.

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