With mayonnaise well out of the way, the rest of the month so far has been playing ketchup on a lot of fronts. With the movies that had been in the wings for filming this spring on hold, being rewritten, or outright cancelled, I'm finding myself away from the camera for a while. That certainly doesn't stop me from keeping busy, but it does cut down on the number of blogworthy events I can write about without boring my readership to tears...more than usual, even.

At least I've been able to get a lot of tasks that have piled up taken care of: fixing things small and large around the treehouse, doing a *lot* of spring cleaning and redecorating, and gearing up to having my eyeballs sliced thinly and zapped with high-energy lasers.

That's really more the sort of thing I prefer doing to other people--even if the laser beams end up having to be digitally added in post--but in this case it'll be happening to me. Up until recently, my vision was such that I wasn't elligible for the procedure, but now there's one clinic in Colorado with newer equipment that they're pretty sure can cope with even my hard-to-handle eyeballs.

Here's hoping. Here's hoping it works, too. I've still got two more sessions of tests and measurements scheduled between now and the surgery--and I'm already completely sick of wearing my glasses for the last few weeks--but as long as all goes well, I'll be looking at you through new and improved eyeballs next month!

(But don't let that lull you into a false sense of security--I will be babbling about some other stuff here too between now and then.)

I think the winter months got first pick when it came to figuring out their traditional holiday meals and delicacies. After a few family get-togethers featuring turkey and pumpkin pie, it's hard not to feel a little let down when spring comes around and you have to be satisfied with traditional Easter entrees like the peep.

Or, for that matter, today, when we celebrate Sinkful de Mayo. Unfortunately, the name alone pretty well limits your culinary options.

I'm fortunate enough to have an all-mayonnaise cookbook on hand for occasions like tonight. Cream-of-mayonnaise soup makes a quick-and-easy appetizer to lead up to an entree like meatballs-in-mayo. I was feeling lazy, though, so I figured I'd go for the vegetarian version, which is made by omitting the meatballs, leaving just the mayonnaise. You might think it's a lot like the soup, but it's not--it's served on a plate, whereas the mayonnaise soup gets served in a bowl. It's different.

Unless, I suppose, you have particularly bowlish plates or platish bowls. Then you pretty much have to guess based on the order they're served in.

At least there's no such confusion when it comes to dessert; mayonnaise ice cream is a lot more easily distinguished from the soup and entree because it's cold. The taste is still pretty similar, but the temperature really does make all the difference.

Even if it does all end up in the same place anyway: the sink.

You see, I don't actually like mayonnaise. So it's just as well that this holiday comes only once a year. Maybe I'll go hit a restaurant while I'm waiting for the last of the mayonnaise ice cream to thaw enough to make it down the drain.