Mmm, sounds good, and bookmarked. The zucchini here are tiny, about the size of those pickles you get at a ballgame. But they are pretty tasty. The landlord (who bequeathed them onto us) suggested I bread and fry the flowers also, but that doesn't sound appealing.

Also, my basil gave up the ghost. But I should be able to find fresh basil at the market.

I swear, one of these mornings I'm going to put formula in my coffee instead of cream.

I swear, one of these mornings I'm going to put formula in my coffee instead of cream.

I've threatened to use the excess expressed breast milk for similar things, as it makes me so very sad to see it going to waste.

This may explain why I didn't get an ice cream maker for my birthday.

thank goddess I read this thread. otherwise I would have forgotten to take 4 out of my 10 does of medication. ptuii.

and I would like fried zuccinni, but some time when I have had less fun and less wine.

Dh needs me to head to bed now...

halfway slut

I've threatened to use the excess expressed breast milk for similar things, as it makes me so very sad to see it going to waste.

This may explain why I didn't get an ice cream maker for my birthday.

Eddie? Hi. Are you new here, or am I just skippity-skipping through life, Bitches and everything?

creepy-stranger-internet-guy-visiting thing

That worked out pretty well for me. Ask DCJensen. Whose name I just accidentally typoed with an 'o' in the last syllable, which seriously irritates him when other people do that. (Maybe it's not the typo but the ignorance involved in thinking that's the way it should be spelled.)

As the cats conned him into feeding them again just before 10pm last night, I am refusing to feed them early in the morning. They can eat breakfast later. Unfortunately, I can't sleep while they beg for food.

Eddie's been here for a bit (and in the space-time continuum).

I've got Trudy's zucchini soup simmering away on the stove right now (AIFG). And I was thinking, we should put together a Buffista cookbook. We could sell copies and give the proceeds to me the cost of running the board.

Ooooh, food, yum. Yeah, a cookbook would be great. I got stuff I could contribute. Maybe. I'm not sure how reciped up I could make 'em, as my method of seasoning any given dish involves opening up all the jars of spices and dumping in a bunch of any that smell good to me that day.

That worked out pretty well for me. Ask DCJensen. Whose name I just accidentally typoed with an 'o' in the last syllable, which seriously irritates him when other people do that. (Maybe it's not the typo but the ignorance involved in thinking that's the way it should be spelled.)

It's partly that, and partly the fact that if people started throwing around Windsporrow, after a while it gets old.

Some pretend it's just a minor thing, but consider the following notable buffista names with a random o tossed in:

P.M.Morcontell
Nolly
ota
Gos
V.W.Bog

hee.

I'm a horrible horrible daughter.

Mom's birthday is today and I forgot to wish her a happy birthday. After she mentioned it every day this week.

I've just become so tunnel visioned about certain things that the rest just slip away.

I even had plans for her birthday. I don't really have money to spend, but I was going to make her some cds, get her something chocolate and a really cool card.

Bad daughter! No biscuit!