Breakfast Cereals. Sugar Pops are Tops!

A Facebook comment got me thinking about my childhood breakfast cereal of choice. In those days the choices were fewer and the product less nutritional (not that there is anything wrong with that). This is seen by use of the words "Sugar" in the cereal titles. Frosted Sugar Flakes, Sugar Pops, Sugar Smacks. "Want some sugar on those Frosty Flakes, son?" Ah, the good old days.

My favorite all-time is Sugar-Pops. I am not sure from what grain they derive their body, but they had a distinctive sweet, vanilla-like flavor, and they stayed crispy in milk. I would eat them today if I could.

And yours?

(Facebook insider comment: Stop the cocoa puff!)

Fallen from Grace.

Last year, when Grace Restaurant began to send out press releases, I looked forward to seeing what Fort Worth's newest downtown restaurant would be. My only concern with the publicity was the possibility of Grace over-promoting themselves, because if you are not what you have promoted, the bad news travels fast. And frankly, I want any new downtown business to do well.

When friends of mine, whose opinion I respect, visited Grace and sent in a review, I thought I would pass it on, though somewhat reluctantly, because I think it is safe to say that their feelings were mixed, and that overall, they were disappointed.

The following is the review from Sunni and her husband, Nick:
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We went to Grace last night and had a nice evening, but had a mixed experience with the food. . . the service left much to be desired, very rough around the edges, not knowledgeable,
no polish . . . the bartender was friendly, which was a nice surprise from the usual "too cool to be nice" attitude . . . and mixed a good martini according to Nick's specifications.

Appetizers:

Nick -- Cold Smoked Salmon. Should be called Salmon Sashimi- I have never been served sashimi masquerading as smoked. It had great flavor, but call it what it is!

Sunni -- Citrus Roasted Beets. Very disappointing. I love beets when they are treated right. The beets had no flavor . . . dressing was too sweet and had none of the advertised shallot flavor . . . . bummer of the evening. For a delicious beet salad, try the Vault's Roasted Beet and Pear.

Wine:
We told the sommelier we loved Oregon wine, especially Williamette pinots, and she came up with the 2006 Gypsy Dancer Pinot Noir. It was great -- light and spicy. Nick said, "really clear" and I agree. Great "food" wine.

Entrees:

Nick -- Bone-in rib eye (medium - hot red center with pink edges). Not impressed, none of the richness expected with a rib eye, too charred on the outside (second miss of the night).

Sunni -- The 8 ounce filet (medium) was better than the last two steaks I have had at Del Frisco's, just a hint of fennel on the outside, velvety smooth and tender. Delicious.

Sides:
Baby Spinach, with garlic and cured meat. Great, no bitterness, sauteed but still with a hint of crunch.

Roasted fingerling potatoes, with brussel sprouts. Delicious but extremely rich due to the bacon grease, potatoes tender and flavorful, sprouts roasty, and not bitter, with a slight crunch.

Dessert:

Hot fudge sundae -- vanilla bean ice cream, in house chocolate ganache and marshmallows, butterscotch. Great. We chose this because of the in-house marshmallows and were not disappointed. Evidently the ice cream (Henry's Organic) is made in Plano. I have been wanting to make marshmallows since the Star Telegram ran a recipe around the end of October.

The meal, with a $72 bottle of wine, came to about $200.
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I included all the positive remarks from Sunni and edited, with her permission, the overall review. When I asked Sunni if they would return to Grace, given the experience, she replied, that if other diners reviewed Grace more positively than she had, that she would, but that Nick would need a lot more convincing.

So there you have it.

Thank you, Sunni. If others have visited Grace and would like to share an opinion please email me.

A Billion Here, a Billion There . . .

Or the problem of really big numbers. From a Times magazine article on the deficit:

The genius of our numbering system is that we can signify massive quantities in short spaces. One billion takes no longer to write than one million does, points out Andrew Dilnot, an economist at Oxford University and author of The Numbers Game.

But that similarity trips us up when it comes time to imagine how those figures translate to the real world, where three more zeros make all the difference. "My favorite way to think of it is in terms of seconds," says David Schwartz, a children's book author whose How Much Is a Million? tries to wrap young minds around the concept. "One million seconds comes out to be about 11½ days. A billion seconds is 32 years. And a trillion seconds is 32,000 years. I like to say that I have a pretty good idea what I'll be doing a million seconds from now, no idea what I'll be doing a billion seconds from now, and an excellent idea of what I'll be doing a trillion seconds from now."

For the full article:

http://www.time.com/time/business/article

Sullenberger's Hudson River Landing

Sunday night, CBS' 60 Minutes aired interviews of US Airway's Captain Sullenburger and his team. It is worth watching, although I could do without Katie Couric's "how do you feel" type questions.

It should be released in its entirety soon.

http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/60minutes/main3415.shtml
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The Fifth Sunday in Ordinary Time.

Job Ridiculed by his Wife
Georges Dumesnil de La Tour
1593 – 1652

First Reading from the Book of Job
Job spoke, saying:
Is not man's life on earth a drudgery?
Are not his days those of hirelings?
He is a slave who longs for the shade,
a hireling who waits for his wages.
So I have been assigned months of misery,
and troubled nights have been allotted to me.
If in bed I say, "When shall I arise?"
then the night drags on;
I am filled with restlessness until the dawn.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.
Remember that my life is like the wind;
I shall not see happiness again.
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