That was Anne, and believe me, I'm making an "ewww" face right now.
(apologising to Amy and Anne)
(sitting in corner with Amy, both of us making "ewww" faces)
I was under the impression that I was your big comfy blanky.
Oz ,'Him'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Jul 25, 2005 2:47:21 pm PDT #3327 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Anne W. - Jul 25, 2005 2:51:38 pm PDT #3328 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I shall say no more about the mayo (even though you can't tell the diff from a sandwich cooked w/ butter).
I have a few ideas for this drabble topic. Must go cogitate.
SailAweigh - Jul 25, 2005 2:56:23 pm PDT #3329 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
FWIW, Anne, the next time I make a grilled cheese sammich, I'ma try it your way. Sounds yummy.
deborah grabien - Jul 25, 2005 2:57:05 pm PDT #3330 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Sounds yummy.
la la la la FRIED CHEESE CURDS la la la la.
SailAweigh - Jul 25, 2005 2:58:14 pm PDT #3331 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Oooh, cheese curds!
thinks hard about chasing some down in the local pub
deborah grabien - Jul 25, 2005 3:14:55 pm PDT #3332 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
The Heart of the Party
There's soup bubbling on the burner, seven-bean with chicken and lime. There's a silver tray with a paper doily, stacked high with cheese: fontina, gruyere, a cheddar so smokey, it'll break your heart. Pastry. Bread.
Out in the garden, people are being people. They're talking, laughing, drinking. Crystal chatters as people toast; comments float through the kitchen windows. People are mellow, relaxed.
I'm in the kitchen cooking, keeping it coming, keeping it going. There's baked brie en croute; there are gougeres, raspberries tasting of the sun.
That's the secret to never throwing a bad party: how you use the food.
SailAweigh - Jul 25, 2005 3:28:44 pm PDT #3333 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Damn, deb. I just ate and you're making me hungry.
Amy - Jul 25, 2005 3:39:04 pm PDT #3334 of 10001
Because books.
there are gougeres
Oooh, are those the little cheese rolls? If so, I had some at Artesinal in NYC last year, and I nearly climaxed right there at the table.
Amy - Jul 25, 2005 3:58:58 pm PDT #3335 of 10001
Because books.
Cooking drabble:
In my memories of Gram, she is standing at the wood-burning stove in her tiny West Virginia kitchen, one hand on her hip, her faded apron fastened around her waist. Always stirring, sniffing the air for the right aroma, testing the sauce for the necessary salt.
After raising fifteen children—six her own, six her second husband’s, three theirs together—it must have seemed there would never be enough food. Cooking must have been as elemental as breathing to her, the logical step upon waking. Light the stove, boil the water, make the coffee, break the eggs.
Feed the family.
Jesse - Jul 25, 2005 4:06:49 pm PDT #3336 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
The gougeres at Artisenal may be the best things I've ever eaten.