Oh, Christ. I'm screwed. There used to be a chef's supply place on my way home from work when I lived in Montreal.
I won't go until after I've moved. That's for sure.
I'm beginning to think there must be a spell involved.
This would not surprise me.
I just got TiVo ToGo! It could be like crack.
It occurs to me I should see if we have any decent baking supply stores in Seattle. I bet we've got at least one.
Nesting for some people involves cleaning. For me, it appears to be the search for the perfect cupcake.
(And the orange buttercream was just as good on the cupcakes as it was on the beater. I have leftover buttercream, so today I have to think up a use for it that's slightly more rational than just spooning it into my mouth.)
In reply to dcp and ita, who both commented on my CD dilemma (but may not see this):
dcp, sounds like I could do that; unfortunately, I don't think I have such a cable, though I'll see if a Somervillain might (ah, who am I kidding. What I mean is, I'll ask Jon B.). ita, it was not Sony BMG, but Centaur, which looks to be a fairly small label with mainly gay acts -- including Boy George!
Actually, that Sony BMG article you linked to implies that their CDs would be readable by iTunes, so that would be a better deal for me! This CD actually uses Macrovision's CDS.
Um, why?
Too much sugar makes Princess Ticky Box hyper, and she'll go all ita on my ribcage.
Also, my stomach is squished enough at the moment that eating it really would ruin my supper.
I now have a craving for lemon buttercream. But also chocolate ganache. And lemon bars.
Life is hard.
I am vehemently against the copy protection CDs. I respect the publisher's right to use protection, but I think they should be clearly labelled, so I have the right to know before buying.
Watching
Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind.
Not grabbed. Partially, I think, because I didn't realise I'd have to pay so much attention so early on.
Lee, I have to say I vote for hardwood floors before wood beam ceilings. Because you get to walk on them.
Why are so many LA apartments carpeted? I always though of carpeting as a cold-weather thing.