Salmon Loaf

Untold years ago we were bequeathed -- and I use the word carefully -- a can of salmon. Just a can of Bumble Bee salmon. You'd've thought it was gold.

Two weeks ago I finally decided it was time to use the thing, but I frankly had no idea what one does with a can of salmon. After careful consideration and perusal of many cookbooks, I decided on salmon loaf. I figured if America lived on it in the 1930s and 1940s, it must have something going for it.

I was wrong. The stuff is vile. Our cat, however, adores it, and I've been using the leftovers (i.e., nearly all of the pan's worth; Notarius and I each ate one slice and that was that) to give our beloved cat his thyroid medication.

The cat looooooves his salmon loaf. I can't believe I'm even thinking this, but it may be that when he finishes this salmon loaf, I might have to buy another can of this shit just so he can have it. He's old. He deserves this godawful stuff, if it makes him happy.

The Criterion Collection

Miss Edith is not only a somewhat compulsive proofreader, she's also a fan of the Criterion Collection, which has put out really nice DVDs of so many wonderful movies. True, many of them are not to Miss Edith's taste -- let's face it, anything too arty is gonna just put her to sleep -- but she admires the outfit for its determination, its style, and its taste.

So I was rather distressed when I noticed, in yesterday's New York Times Magazine (actually, today's, now I think about it -- but we get it on Saturdays), an ad for the Criterion Collection's new release of classic 80s arty flick El Norte. Why?

Because they describe it as a "groundbreaking independant film."

Even as I type this into Blogger, the word "independant" gets the program's attention as a typo.

Couldn't some copyeditor, or just... some person have caught this? Because it really makes them look stupid. You'd think that every soul working at the Criterion Collection would know how to spell the word "independent."