Thanks, MEP, for giving me an idea to write about. I'm responding to the comment challenge posed on a recent post. Sorry it took me a while to get to it. I'll put it here so those of you who check my blog for something new and find yourself so often disappointed will have a little something something.
I'm listening to a Look at Me: My life with Asperger's by John Elder Robison in my car right now. It's taking me a while, as I can only listen to it when O. is watching a "show because of some foul language he is apt to repeat. I had a similar problem with a Nevada Barr mystery recently and finally gave up. I've got to get a better system. I'd recommend all of the Anna Pigeon books as well, but that's a story for another day. Anyway, Robison is Augusten Burroughs' brother, mentioned briefly in Running With Scissors. Burroughs actually wrote the foreword here. I'm a fan of Burroughs, the current distaste for memoir and its questionable truthfulness notwithstanding. Telling a good story runs in the family, or maybe it's just that both were raised in such a bizarre world they have lots to say about it. Anyway, it's a fascinating insight into life with this condition, which is a mild form of autism. Robison has some amazing, funny and at times uncomfortable stories that show how very little he cared about what others thought growing up. What I think is most interesting is the way he obviously taught himself to adjust to a world that was so obviously foreign and puzzling to him so that he became quite successful in anyone's definition of the word. For example, he toured with Kiss for a while, responsible for many of their special effects guitars, and later, he got a job making electronics toys for Milton Bradley. It's not read by the author, and I've been thinking about whether or not that colors my perception of his so-called "normalcy" as it's been my experience that people with Asperger's have trouble with just about all the social graces, including vocal nuance. Anyway, a good read so far, one I'd even consider passing on to my husband, who is much more picky than me about his book titles.
Sadly, over half of the peaches I buy in search of a fresh, not rock hard, yet not completely bruise-ridden summer taste experience. There is just nothing like a good ripe peach. Those things in cans or the little plastic cups? I don't know where they come from, but it's certainly not any peach tree I'm interested in eating from. I KNOW I should just wait until I head south to the beach and get a basket from the farmer's market, but shouldn't I be able to taste the juicy wonder of a fuzzy peach more than one week a year?? I keep trying, and I've had a couple of good ones, but the process of ripening them on top of my microwave then transferring to the fridge at just the right time gets away from me too often.
I just had yet another delicious creation using my new favorite bread of choice: Kangaroo brand Flatbread. I found it in my Kroger with the pita bread, and it is much more tasty than any of the pita I've had for a while. The original purchase was for my "Greek burgers" recipe (an adaptation from an Eating Well magazine recipe I can't find online to share), basically burgers with garlic, onions, parsley, allspice, cinnamon and cloves. I serve them with cucumber/yogurt sauce, and usually in pita pockets. This time we had the flatbread, warmed on the grill, and it elevated the meal by quite a lot. Since then, I've used the bread to make mini pizzas, grilled cheese, and today's grilled chicken/swiss in the skillet combination. O. likes them turned into PB&J triangles, great for when we're at the pool or park. And if you have a decent ripe peach to go with it, oh man.
I'll have to go with In Plain Sight, a new USA show. It's about U.S. Marshals working with Federal Witness Protection clients, and stars Mary McCormack (I know her from her late role in The West Wing). I'm sure it's not that realistic, because how many witnesses can really have been relocated to Albuquerque?? (I don't think I've ever had to write that word, had no idea how to spell it. Yes, J. you ARE the geography champ. Happy Birthday :)) Anyway, the main character's that version of strong, damaged female character that they've been writing into shows lately, ones that I mostly like. (The Closer, Saving Grace -- new seasons of those soon to come if your DVR is feeling lonely for non-Noggin programming as mine is too) I think the writers get some of it right, but the whole "I'm too independent and screwed up to ever really love someone or have a life outside my work" thing gets a little old for me. Can't women characters be nurturing, loving, AND interesting??
I'm also catching Design Star and The Next Food Network Star, and while they have so far entertained me through the mindless work of rocking my daughter to sleep, I wouldn't miss any good summer fun to view them.
Since my readership is BIT different from MEP's, feel free to share your own list if you haven't yet over at Not To Brag.