The Donald’s Red Card

As the polls continue to indicate that Donald Trump is staying at the top of the Republican field heading into the Iowa caucuses and the New Hampshire primary, the news media and his fellow Republican candidates are taking an even closer look at his biography and personal history.

trump-in-military-schoolBut how do you trip up the Trumpster?  After all, we know he’s a “reality” TV star, his enterprises have had a number of very public bankruptcies, his political positions have flipped and flopped, and he’s been through messy divorces.  We know from his countless public personalities that he’s a blowhard, a mean-spirited and thoughtless cad, an egomaniac, and a know-nothing.  So, how do you trip the guy up?  If stuff that other candidates would desperately want to bury is already well known to the public, and the supporters of Trump just don’t seem to care, where do you turn your opposition research to try to find those explosive negative nuggets to use in your next attack ad and hopefully turn the tide?

Here’s the answer: soccer.  That’s right, soccer.  When Trump went to the New York Military Academy, he actually played soccer.  But it’s even worse than that: according to his yearbook bio, he played varsity soccer in 1963, the year after he played varsity football.  Sure, he’s wrapping himself in the American flag now — even to the point of playing Springsteen’s Born in the U.S.A. at the start of his rallies — but when push came to shove at the NYMA, he quit the game that celebrates America’s core values of toughness and discipline and changed over to a European sport where players routinely fake injuries to get an advantage.  Sorry, buddy — that’s not the American Way!

Seriously, Mr. Trump?  In the bloom of youth, you quit football to play soccer?  Along with all of Trump’s other flaws, that crucial decision, standing alone, should disqualify him for the Oval Office.

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Fun With The All-Clad

IMG_0126Recently Kish and I splurged and bought some new cookware.  On the advice of Aunt Corinne and on the basis of some independent research, we bought three All-Clad pieces:  a frying pan, a saute pan, and a saucepan.

Before, we had the kind of hodge podge of mostly hand-me-down cookware that you tend to accumulate over a lifetime — a battered pot from one side of the family, a scarred, Teflon-coated fryer from the other, a pan with a mismatched lid from God knows where — and none of it was of very good quality.  It was kind of embarrassing to even look at the stuff, much less use it, and all of it had seen its better days.  And we didn’t have the sizes of pots and pans that you need if you really want to cook something.  Trying to cook something complicated using a cheap frying pan is like trying to carve a chunk of marble using a rubber band.  You really need the tools.

IMG_0122But the All-Clad . . . well, let’s just say it’s great.  It looks great, and it cooks great.  With their gleaming metal surfaces and their exquisite heft, with their thoughtful, even-heating design and handles that don’t heat up, the All-Clad pieces speak directly to your inner Julia Child.  Pick me up, they say.  Feel that quality!  Use me to try to make something tasty and interesting.  You can do it!  The temptation to answer their call and do some actual creative cooking is irresistible.

I particularly like the saute pan, which I’ve never used before.  It’s a revelation, because the size and volume of it really lets you stretch out and try whatever strikes your fancy.  On Sunday I used it to make us some lemon-garlic chicken with sauteed onions and arugula, and used the sauce pan to prepare some wild rice with walnuts and peas.  It made for a very nice Sunday dinner to stoke us up for the coming work week.

So now as I walk home at night, I think idly about what we might whip up with the All-Clad.  And, big picture, I’m thinking that maybe, just maybe, I need to see what other cookware All-Clad has to offer.