Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I was just talking to the cat.
Which turned out to be my overnight bag.
Guess who isn't going to get Mexican food after all as driving is obviously not going to happen? OTOH, back is feeling better. Or, you know, I can't tell -- which works too.
Cake and champagne sounds yummy! And the Wall O' Spice rocks!
Jessica, where do you buy your spices?
Penzeys, usually. If I'm out of something I need right away, there's an organic supermarket two blocks from me that's pretty well stocked. (I'm trying to get away from buying spices in jars because the packaging seems so wasteful compared to Penzeys bags.)
Health wished to the sickies.
A very Happy Birthday wished to Fay, and the cake sounds lovely, and tasty, too.
(((Susan))) Dealing with family who've retained the values we've grown away from is never smooth or pleasant. I'm just sorry you're having it to do at this time of sadness, when you should all be able to mourn someone so beloved. The tribute of the local volunteer emergency services is wonderful. I think you definitely should write the eulogy you want your dad to have, and share it with those of his friends and your family you think would appreciate it. And certainly save it to tell his granddaughter later on.
Jessica, that's a fantastic spice wall. I don't have a wall o' spice like that. However, I have been vacuum shopping for a while (while trying to kill the Kenmore than will still suck and won't die, but keeps falling apart mid-clean), and now I have a target and a rec. So thank you.
Happy Birthday Fay!
Hang in there {{{{{susan}}}}}
In total mememe here is what I am eating:
Two bluefish fillets I bought at the greenmarket yesterday from the guy who caught them the day before. They have been lightly dusted with flower and quickly fried in butter. No salt, no pepper, no nothin-- not even lemon. They taste like heaven.
Their accompaniement is cherokee purple tomatoes and mayonaise on a really nice portugese bread. Oh, and salt I brought back from SLC when I saw Amy Parker.
I am pretty much in simple food preserved simply heaven.
(while trying to kill the Kenmore than will still suck and won't die, but keeps falling apart mid-clean)I can help. I've killed before so there is already
Huuuuuuuungry now.
I was just talking to the cat.
Which turned out to be my overnight bag.
He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp.
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny Postage Stamp.
'You'd best be getting home,' he said.
'The nights are very damp!'
Update: Now I've killed off the tomato. I was forced to sop up a big puddle of juice with my bread before mayo and matering it. Now I'm looking at fiesta Giles.
This doesn't suck.
Thanks for the link, Jessica. I have a really pretty spice rack that is test tubes in a metal case, but I didn't know how to replace the spices when they were empty. I sent away for the catalog.
Susan the funeral sounds very nice an dthe eulogy sounds like a good idea.