Blah. So I shut down my web browser because tech support needed to use my machine, and I lost the carefully crafted (and oh-so-witty, naturally) e-mail reply I'd been writing. Sometimes thin clients suck.
Natter 36: But We Digress...
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hey Alibelle, where are you post-graduation? East Coast somewhere?
Cindy, have you ever had fried calamari? It's usually served out here with aioli (garlic mayonaisse).
Cindy, have you ever had fried calamari? It's usually served out here with aioli (garlic mayonaisse).
Oh yes, that is nummy.
Mooooooom! tommyrot is being random again!
Calamari, yum.
I think I need to go make some lunch.
Cindy, have you ever had fried calamari? It's usually served out here with aioli (garlic mayonaisse).I haven't, because I don't do squid. My father-in-law loves it, though.
(I don't mind aioli, or regular mayo, for that matter, just not on french fries). I love seafood, but give me lobster, mussels, steamers, crab, scallops, and some fish (not all). Mostly, I think frying it is a waste of good food. Don't get me wrong, I'll eat it, but I prefer it otherwise. Steam it, baby, or maybe broil it, depending on the food.
Cindy, have you ever had fried calamari? It's usually served out here with aioli (garlic mayonaisse).
Aioli is one of the recipes in the new Cook's Illustrated. Ooh - so is blueberry buckle. Weren't we just talking about that?
Actually, Hec, to be clear, I have had calimari, I just don't like it.
UGH incapable of complete thought.
I just have never had calimari with aioli.
Sometimes thin clients suck.
Are you being sizeist, ita?
Mmmm, Billie Holiday is singing "You Go To My Head" right now which is very spiff.
Unfortunately, this otherwise nearly comprehensive collection of Billie does not include her version of "Willow Weep For Me" which I learned to learn from the crap early sixties art-house movie Eva by Joseph Losey. In the movie, Jeanne Moreau is a femme fatale with heavy eyeliner who lounges about her in stockings and bra, smoking cigarettes and looking existential and playing "Willow Weep For Me" over and over. Then she goes and destroys some man's life.