I decided to participate in The Interview Game, courtesy of my friend Adam at words mean things.
THE RULES
1. Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will respond; I’ll ask you five questions.
3. You’ll update your website with my five questions, and your five answers.
4. You’ll include this explanation.
5. You’ll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.
My interview questions are from Adam.
1. Why is "Princess Daisy" the answer to all of life's questions?
It's actually a joke that Paul Harrison started, as he felt I quoted the book a bit too much. However, it does cover so many of the problems that most of us have. What do I do when my country has been taken over by revolutionaries? What should be my response if my half brother wants to have sex? Do I keep my mentally disabled twin a secret from the world? Stuff like that.
2. You (used to?) listen to a lot of Christian radio. If you had your own radio station, who would be the on-air talent?
Me, of course. And remember, I only listen to it so the rest of you folks know what they are up to. Consider it a public service.
3. What's the best thing about being pregnant?
Being able to justify eating the occasional Kopps cheeseburger, onion rings and milkshake with the consolation that the baby requires extra protein and calcium, and thus the meal is a medical necessity.
4. What's your biggest regret?
On a personal level, I don't wanna discuss it, as this will be posted on a public site, only to say that I wish I had had more confidence in myself. I wish that I had tried harder in school, especially law school, instead of coasting on my abilities. The same holds true for the legal jobs that I held.
5. What's the most complicated recipe you've ever attempted, and how did it turn out?
Hard to say. There are things I've done that are complicated in terms of sheer quantity, like last year when I made cheesecakes for a 400 person wedding (try fitting that in your refrigerator). Or the 500 Christmas cookies that I turned out for a client one week while Chris was out of town, and thus could only bake after Emily went to bed. But I think in terms of sheer pain in the ass complexity, it was a hunter's sauce for beef tenderloins, which first required making veal stock (8 hours) and then a brown sauce (another several hours) before finally turning that into the finished product. I think I ended up reducing over a gallon of stock down to less than 2 cups of sauce. It was good. But it wasn't that good that I've ever wanted to do it again.