The gloves are OFF! The cups are DOWN! The couch is BLUE!
It's funny, though: In many ways, they're both right.
Awww, it's not just a group show, it's a group show of elite artists. Elite. I didn't realize that "elite" meant students in the Thursday night ceramics class down at the rec center.
I'm wondering if the reason Toby's tea is simmering with such a deadly curl of smoke, is that it's mixed with the moonshine stored on top of the refrigerator.
I'm glad to see that the students at The University have not forgotten how to dress for a lecture. Suit and tie. Always. I am reassured knowing that the Santa Royale sense of fashion propriety has not been dimmed. I am certain that everyone has dressed appropriately for the fancy opening at the gallery.
I'm still on a lengthy road trip and spent the last few days off the grid camping on the Oregon Coast, so I was pleased to see that the story has advanced in my absence. I'm particularly thrilled that we actually get a glimpse of Toby's group gallery show. What I'm most impressed with is the number of people wandering around with paintings in front of their faces, walking blind around all that fragile ceramic art. This should be fun.
Toby has a right to be angry. There were many ways Ian could have earned the good graces of Hilton Berkes, New University Director, that did not impose on his loving wife. He could have invited Director Berkes to see Toby's gallery show. He could have taken him out to lunch and then shown him around the town. He could have washed Hilton's car windows and offered to wash his laundry.
How would you like to see Ian earn Hilton Berke's good graces? Let's make this a "Not a Real Contest" contest. We haven't done that in a while. The arbitrarily chosen winner will get to pick a song for the jukebox. As always, all jukebox selections must be approved by the condo board.
I love when Karen Moy quotes Shakespeare. She always does it so appropriately. This quote from Macbeth's most famous soliloquy seems to describe my experience reading Mary Worth each day, although it is more specifically Macbeth's reply to learning of his wife's death. Is Toby doomed?
Of course, the final line of the speech is perhaps even more appropriate:
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Okay, so now I understand that yesterday's dog in a thought bubble, was probably Toby thinking about work. So, my question today is what has that fox killed? Another question I have is, why is Ian so desperate to sell Hilton Berkes, New University Director, on moving into Charterstone? And I guess my third question is, How does New University Director Berkes expect to lead if he continues to refer to University as "YOUR University?"
Other than that, I'm good.
I apologize for the lateness of my posts this week. I'm on a long vacation. But sometimes, you still have to post.
So, I'm figuring Hilton Berkes is thinking one of three things:
1) Ian's wife is a dog.
3) This food tastes like dog. Store bought dog.
3) I should take this food home to my dog.
Of course, all this assumes that is actually a dog. And that the thought balloon is coming from Hilton Berkes.
I'm sorry, there really is no making any sense of today's strip.
It was difficult for me to decide which brilliant panel to feature on this morning's blog, but I went with "My Work is Important Too" because making little concrete nicknacks is every bit as important as educating college students. Plus, you have the imaginary scenescape as envisioned by a true artist. So, there's a lot going on, and it is every bit as worth savoring as rotisserie chicken under a plastic dome. I think the New University Director is going to be so struck by Toby's art that he will commission her to make a massive sculpture for University campus. It will be called "Clown on Stallion."
You don't want to serve left over homemade lasagna, but you're willing to serve carry out? Since you have to transfer the carry out food to your own dishes to complete your ruse, why not just transfer the lasagna into a smaller pan and pretend you just made it? Toby, your fury has affected your reason. You are furious, right? I mean, that expression your face is not because of your little horse is it? Because the horse is fine.
I'm glad Toby has finally come to see the light. If she uses her magic powers to animate her little clay animals, I'm sure they can help. She may just pull this off after all.
Who among us has not been in this exact situation? Your trophy wife doesn't appreciate your massive upward mobility, and how one simple dinner can change your fortunes forever!
Here's a recipe that may just save the day! It's one my mother used to pull out of her sleeve whenever Dad invited homeless people over. It's a recipe that is meant to be played with.
Steam chicken breasts in covered pan in a cup of water. The sauce below is about the right quantity for three breasts. Or, just use a 12.5 oz. can of chicken meat, which is what we usually do. You may want to brown the breasts first in butter to make a richer broth. Remove from broth and set aside to cool.
1/4 cup mayonnaise
1 can cream of chicken soup
1 teaspoon or more curry powder
1 can coconut milk - we rarely use this, but we'll just add more chicken broth (canned) if we need more liquid. It just depends if we have coconut milk on hand.
1/4 cup Parmesan cheese (this works best if you add it slowly while you heat and stir the mixture)
Stir into the broth and bring to a simmer. Cut chicken into bite size pieces and add to the curry mixture. Heat. Serve over rice. You can serve it with shredded coconut, raisins, and/or sliced almonds. I've been wanting to try it with pineapple chunks. But then, I pretty much want pineapple on everything. Have you tried it on a hamburger? Awesome.
What recipe would you like to share with Toby to help her husband maintain his position?