"Hoppy" Easter!

Looking for something fun to serve alongside your ham on Sunday? Try this carrot mold and thank me later! Bob and Ginnie Newhart whipped this up for a hot tub party at Elliott Gould's place a few years back, and it's been a staple at CTK shindigs ever since.

1 1/2 cups carrots, grated or finely chopped
1 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup margarine, softened
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 egg, beaten
1 cup all-purpose flour

Combine all ingredients; mix well. Place in greased 6-cup ring mold. Bake in preheated 350 degree oven about 45 minutes; unmold. Serve on platter with cooked green peas in center. Serves 6.

A little 411 from Ginnie -- "I usually make 3 or 4 of these, one to use and others to freeze; my family loves it. The ring looks pretty with a green vegetable; great with poultry, beef or fish."

Save room for peeps!

I had a great weekend

I got a new hat, I made a new friend, and I won $12 on NC State.

Roid Rage

The Congressional hearing on steroids in baseball is nothing short of a farce. I'm sure you noticed the conspicuous absence of certain player from yesterday's proceedings. Congress can trot out all the McGwires and Sosas they want, but if they want this fan of America's Pastime to sit up and pay attention, they need to haul in the central figure in this controversy:

Freddy Patek.

Shame on you, The Honorable Tom Davis, for making a mockery of this process.

I'll give you Einstein, Hawking, Edison & Ken Jennings for your All-Genius Team, and I'll take these guys. You don't stand a chance.

Dear Lorne Michaels:

When will you be releasing the Best of Ellen Cleghorne DVD?



P.S. If you ever get around to making that "Goat Boy" movie, call me - I have some ideas.

This blogging thing is hard!

I fully intended to keep up my posting on a semi-regular basis, but find myself struggling to do so. The Encyclopedia Brittanica kid isn't going to get it done.

I need to Turn This Mutha Out.


I'm growing an incredibly sweet Mullet. It's beginning to look a bit... dare I say, Barry Melrose-esque?

Is it just me, or does the Hamburglar's Hideout look like something whipped up by the marketing department of NAMBLA? If you ever find yourself in the Hamburglar's crawlspace, see if you can find Den 8 from Cub Scout Pack 143 in there -- they've been missing since their February 18th trip to the Robert Crown Health Center.

Okay, so my friend Melody wants me to say something about her on this page. Here goes:

I have this friend -- for privacy reasons, let's call her Lurleen -- whom I've known for over a decade now. I used to work with her at the Five & Dime (coincidentally, that's also where I bought my first real 6-string). She's currently the artist in residence at the renowned Herbert Hoover National Historical Site, where she specializes in mixed-media renderings of America's 31st President in various seductive poses. Lurleen has always had an eye for the naughty underbelly of the Puritanical beast, and nowhere has she captured it better than here.

In addition to providing her with a creative outlet, Lurleen's post at HHNHS has allowed her to further explore one of her true passions - Iowa. As the state's former Lamb & Wool Queen (1988), she has a kinship with the land and people of the Hawkeye State that few can begin to grasp, let alone appreciate. She recently has begun to incorporate elements of soy and hog manure into her art, adding a poignant contextual depth to her work.

Little Known Fact: In a former life, Lurleen was actually trade unionist Samuel Gompers.

Remember Me?

I'm the kid who had a report due on space.