I don't have one favorite dessert, but among the top tier is the first cake on this page: [link]

This is where flea and Mr. flea's wedding cake came from, IIRC, though they didn't get the Opera Cream Torte, which is my favorite. It's amazing.

Sorry to go back to the spiders, but at least it shouldn't make anyone hungry!

The apartment in Berkeley was rather spiderful. The apartment in San Francisco, NSM, which is unfortunate, because instead we have mosquitos. Nasty little fuckers. Them, I kill, in the firm belief that it's not only not bad luck, but that every mosquito dead by my hand is another jewel in the crown I'll wear in heaven. Nasty little fuckers.

This is exactly the reason I generally don't kill spiders. They eat mosquitos and mosquitos are EVIL.

All the talk of Allyson's loot makes me feel a little guilty for not doing anything for our "administrative professionals." But our only actual secretary is on vacation. The rest of our paraprofessionals are not so much administrative, plus, we are bringing them (and us) the fixings for floats on Friday. Does that make up for things?

I'm firmly with ita on the desserts. There are too many wonderful ones for me to choose. I'm definitely fickle when it comes to desserts. However, there is a restaurant here that serves Interstellar Chocolate Love Cake, which is truly amazing.

I've had some really great desserts in my time but my favorite is my brother's home-made apple pie, still warm, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. My boy can cook!

Oh, and Congradulations Burell!!

I'm getting a sugar headache from all this dessert. I kinda miss when I had a tolerance for it, Back then, I had the best ice cream in rural Russia- tasted like it was some sort of nut ice cream, with no chunks. Light, not rich, very refreshing. There was a place in prague where I used to get similar fruity sorbets in wee little scoops in a tall glass. And a tom collins.

Now just give me a tart or tangy fruit with minimal sugar syrup and I'm happy.

Dessert: creme brulee. Preferably with berries around the top. Except for the times when only chocolate will do.

As to bugs, am I the only one who's superstitious about crickets? Couldn't kill one if my life depended on it. Not sure why.

Alias: Ew!Ew!Ew! and what the fuck did Jack just dig out of his hand?!?

And Alias brings on the EWWWWWWWWWWWWW once again.

Hee: exposty Ewwwwwwwwwww

Damnit, Jess, you haven't watched the show yet! Stop reading the whitefont!

I remember that article, Hil. And it's so true -- if you go by restaurant menus, seared tuna is native to every cuisine on the planet. (Not that I'm complaining, because, hey, seared tuna! But it's funny.)

I used to have a major, run-screaming-from-the-room, panic attack, nausea-inducing phobia about spiders. Turns out it is a marker for clinical depression, so thanks to the drugs I don't have a phobia anymore. Still don't like them. and I used to believe that they knew when I killed one.

I've had both ladybugs and grasshoppers munch on my hand and leave a freckle that lasted a few years.

I flipped on my kitchen light early this morning and surprised a big brown spider in the middle of the wall. I used the tumbler-and-card method to catch her and was both delighted and horrified to make my first brown recluse ID. I wanted to get a picture, but she was too agitated to risk lifting the glass. The violin-shaped mark on the cephalothorax is much easier to see than I expected. I took her well outside and let her go.