While I was furtively ordering from Fresh Direct–I mean I do live a block or so from Zabars, Citarella and Fairway, but it was raining–I went to look for recipes and there, lo and behold were several recipes from cookbooks by…Crescent Dragonwagon, who is, as was recently mentioned in this very blog, Charlotte Zolotow’s daughter! And there is a Charlotte Zolotow website, set up by Crescent Dragonwagon. click here. That photo is of Charlotte Zolotow, her daughter, Ellen (now Crescent Dragonwagon–I really do love that name and just want an excuse to keep writing it) and her son Stephen. Then I discovered that Crescent Dragonwagon started a writers colony with her late husband, Ned Shank. It’s called the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow and it’s in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. And there is a Dairy Hollow Soup and Bread Cookbook. By Crescent Dragonwagon. All of this because I was too lazy to go to the market on my two feet. Thank you, Crescent Dragonwagon.

Oh well. It doesn’t seem to matter how many things come out about Sarah P-p-p…you know. BUT here is a little linguistic treat to devour as we all try to calm down and keep on keepin’ on:
“Wipe the dew off your spectacles…”
Sigh.
I discovered this exquisite locution after I got my millionth email about she whose name must not be spoken and dutifully forwarded it to every woman I know– please forgive me, every woman I know–and then went to the website that sent it: womenagainstpalin.blogspot.com which you should go to too, and they had a quote from Elizabeth Cady Stanton:
“Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving.”
WIPE THE DEW OFF YOUR SPECTACLES!
A quaint and poetic call to arms. If only…

The world is going to hell in a hand basket. That’s French for “Sarah Palin.” Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
There is a dumpster outside our door that is full of asbestos. Oh dear.
But, across the street, in front of what is an SRO that is being converted into a hotel for poor saps who find it on the internet and then once they see it have no place else to go, there is one scraggly tree and in this one scraggly tree there sings a cricket. It sings loud and clear and solo. It’s beautiful. Poor cricket. I don’t have the heart to tell it that the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Still, the cricket in Times Square came into town in a basket, I believe, and things didn’t turn out so bad for him. Garth Williams is one of my favorite illustrators. My brother has a cat name Chester. Are you following this? If Sarah Palin existed only in a book as drawn by Garth Williams, even if she were the villain, she would be a nicer person than she is. Where is Garth Williams when you need him? He illustrated one of my most precious childhood books. It was called Over and Over by Charlotte Zolotow. I just looked Charlotte Zolotow up on wikipedia, and it seems she has a daughter named Crescent Dragonwagon. I’m starting to feel better. I still have a copy of Over and Over. It’s about a little girl who is so little she doesn’t know anything about the holidays and her mother wakes her up and there’s a Christmas tree, and then an easter basket, and then the seashore, and her birthday and halloween and thanksgiving, and then…it will all happen again. So, see, the end is not nigh. Right? Charlotte Zolotow and Garth Williams and the cricket across the street say so. Now to convince all those scary republicans…

AND HOW DARE SARAH PALIN COMPARE HERSELF TO THE LOYAL PIT BULL, ANYWAY? Yet another way these poor dogs have been maligned.