Flour power and solid gold dancing.
Since my last post, I have made that feta dip about a thousand times, including three other versions from the same cookbook.
I've been gettin' my greek yogurt on, as they say.
Exciting for me, not so exciting for you.
But tomorrow, yes tomorrow, the baking shall commence.
I've got a date with my kitchen, and I'm going to wear my foxiest apron.
This is Paris people, of course they have foxy aprons. With underwire and lace and sparkly things.
No, I don't have one of those, but I could. And maybe one day I will.
In the meantime, perhaps this useless fact will entertain you:
When I was a kid I wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer.
My dream was shattered when the program ended. I was a shadow of my former self without that dream to hold onto.
I've been gettin' my greek yogurt on, as they say.
Exciting for me, not so exciting for you.
But tomorrow, yes tomorrow, the baking shall commence.
I've got a date with my kitchen, and I'm going to wear my foxiest apron.
This is Paris people, of course they have foxy aprons. With underwire and lace and sparkly things.
No, I don't have one of those, but I could. And maybe one day I will.
In the meantime, perhaps this useless fact will entertain you:
When I was a kid I wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer.
My dream was shattered when the program ended. I was a shadow of my former self without that dream to hold onto.
Labels: Paris
posted by Michèle at 7:40 AM
10 Comments:
Solid Gold! I loved the dancers. The dances always seemed so racy...and yet attainable. We all need a strapping lad in our lives to carry us over his head while spinning.
i love your play on words! This style on writing is so you Michele! I enjoy your blog everytime I peek in!
I don't care what type of apron you were, as long as you dance with Dick Clark and say:
I like the beat!
Is it terrible that I always thought the Solid Gold Dancers the height of all things glamorous? Between them and the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders, I couldn't decide who I wanted to be when I grew up.
You are so cute!
Oh, SO did I! I wish that I could dance like that and wear those costumes, but I have no rythem-- can't even spell it, so alas, my dream was never realized.
I lived in Paris for two years! Hope that you are enjoying it.
Best,
Riana
Nosheteria, those dancers were about the most glamourous thing on tv at the time. After the show ended I should have moved on to flygirl aspirations, but somehow I just lost the verve. And yes I agree about the strapping young lads!
Corey, thank you thank you! Im happy to entertain ;)
Tara, no its not terrible, that's why I loved them so! I wasnt so much into the cheerleading thing, perhaps because I couldnt bring myself to sit down long enough to watch sports and see the cheerleaders, and my dad wasnt all that into football.. he was a soccer man. But Im sure if I had seen them, I would have been begging for my own set of pompoms too!
Alisa, oh, go on!
Riana, I wonder how many little girls dreams were shattered when that show ended? I have to admit that I actually did think I had enough rhythm when I was a kid and my friend and I used to make up our own dances all the time. We were so cool.. ;)
Solid Gold Dancer? LOL! I love it! We'll you could start up a new group now, can't you. The group would be extra special, coming from France. ;-)
Paz
Michèle, I have to admit. My only exposure to the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders was when they were on The Love Boat. I just thought they were pretty and sparkly - I knew nothing about football.
I had forgotten all about the Solid Gold dancers, so thanks for the memory. Can you believe that we would sit down as a family with our bowls of popcorn and watch? My sister and I, natch, assumed long legs and sequined halter tops were in our future. Ah, well, the life of a writer is nearly as glamorous, n'est-ce pas?
Hot. I want a foxy apron! Or at least a cute picture of Michele in a foxy underwirey apron.
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