Celebrated the newly cleaned oven by baking another rhubarb pie. This one has strawberries in it as well, since they had some decent ones on sale at the market Saturday. Mmmm. I'm amazed how many people have been telling me they never tasted rhubarb. To me it was part of home cooking, something we had every spring, but I guess in an age of take out food and frozen microwave convenience all but the most popular and common choices just tend to disappear. That's sad.

One of my grandmothers was of Pennsylvania Dutch descent. Pies are a central feature of that culture's food, and she was a fine baker. I learned pie-making from her and from my mother, to the point where most of my friends think it's a genetic skill.

Now, revisiting the subject of anime, we watched Pom Poko over the weekend. I know, everyone else was at the theatre to see Over the Hedge and I have no intention of missing that. But I wanted to look at something not directly influenced by Miyazaki in case my dislike for anime turned out to be actually a dislike for Miyazaki. It isn't. Pom Poko is different, but still has major problems for me. Fuller commentary is available on the Clydesdale Librarian pages.

Tags: anime, food
Mood: awake
Music: Charlie Monterey - Take Me Down to the Lake