Spent the day up to my eyeballs in paperwork and spreadsheets and whatnot. I should have known the day would turn out like that after I poured milk on my cereal this AM only to find on first spoonful that the milk had spoiled. Ah well, that's showbiz. Am attempting to wrap things up on some happier notes, first off by making some ribs -- a basic recipe by Bittman from last Wednesday's NYTimes (as so often happens, the site does not want to give up a blog-friendly link). It's just a basic spice rub -- which I think means we're in Memphis territory (dry rub, no sauce). Baked in oven at 275 for a couple of hours then finished under the broiler. (tasting report to follow)

Here's a bit o' tackiness left over from the weekend. I heard this story on Weekend America, about a Mike Leigh play in which some famously awful 70s art played a prominent role. Both hosts, who sounded younger than me, assured the listeners that everyone was familiar with this painting. Actually, that's perhaps more a comment on the perceived age of the audience than the age of the hosts. Anyway, while not encyclopedic I like to think my knowledge of cheesy 70s art posters is fairly wide, but I have no memory of ever seeing "Wings of Love" before. And I kinda think I'd remember something that bad.