Spinach Dumpling Soup & Helen Mirren.

Right now, getting ready to catch up on my Oscar-bait activities by watching the Helen Mirren/Christopher Plummer film about Countess and Leo Tolstoy, called The Last Station. Helen Mirren's nominated for the forth time for an Academy Award as Best Actress, and I'm sure she's going to be amazing.

But before I go see this film, am looking forward to having Spinach dumpling soup at a local vegetarian restaurant in Brooklyn I go to called Dao Palate, off Flatbush Avenue near Park Place in Prospect Heights. The dumplings are huge and juicy. You taste the right amount of salt and spinach inside the noodle, and drip, drip, drip the soup goes; right off your chin. Yummy. Spinach dumpling soup and the gorgeous Helen Mirren.

Tootsie Rolls and Snowstorms.

I just ate some juicy Tootsie Rolls. The plump bite-sized ones that are slightly larger than the minis that everyone's used to getting from the bank or the doctor's office. I love the way the sugary and artificial sweetness seeps inside your mouth as you chew. That fake chocolaty taste is wonderful too. Earlier, I had some bread with unsalted butter. Crunchy and toasted little baguettes. That's about it. I suppose this is what you do when you're indoors awaiting a bigger buildup to the snowstorm that's supposed to come. Which one? The one that President Obama just called "Snomageddon" since Washington D.C and Maryland just got dumped with I think over two inches? I really don't feel like looking that piece of useless information up right now. I haven't had dinner yet. Nor have I read anything today except some boring article on Differentiated Instruction in classrooms. Same old redundancy that's grad school that's led me to resurrect writing one of these things. Please pardon all the random musings that I've written. Nah, never mind.

Tootsie Rolls on a Winter Night.

I just read that Washington D.C and Maryland received a ton of snow. I hate the snow. It's snowed a little bit here in Brooklyn, where I'm writing a whole lot of nonsense. I just decided randomly today, instead of writing a paper due for a class, to start writing one of these things. I suppose it's just going to be a bunch of rants and musings of another lost soul in the Big Apple during these horrifically dire economic times.

I just ate some Tootsie Rolls. The small fat ones. I have no idea what they're called. I know they're a bit larger than the Tootsie minis. But these are still small and bite-sized. A low fat candy with a chocolaty flavor that spurts out sugar and juice when you bite into it. I think everyone should have a Tootsie right now. Chew em' up, and enjoy the sweet and artificial juices that come out of em'.