I've sent off my recipes.

Now I'm wishing I knew where I had that article with my Grandfather's recipes. He always roasted chicken leg/thighs with nutmeg and a little sugar. Soooo good.

Mmmm, now I'm remembering the Hofbrau that had roasted lamb sandwiches on crusty french bread with au jus gravy.

See, this is what I'm missing most in my lamb experience, the gravy. I wonder if it'd be overkill to do a small roast tonight. (Possibly so, I'm knackered. But roast potatoes! And gravy, quite posssibly with rosemary and/or mint sauce! A tip, score the round side of the roast potatoes with a fork. It makes them crispier. Oh! Somewhere I have an actual microwave recipe for a devilled lamb roast. It could happen. Or I'll succumb to exhaustion. Pros either way.)

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Oh, Raq, that's just somethin'.

I just finished my pre-lab and watched videos of legos doing the mitosis, meiosis and fertilization processes. I'm much better suited to doing the sciencey stuff after a good night's sleep than when I'm exhausted in the evenings. It just makes so much more sense.

The "related stories" at the bottom of the page are snerk-worthy as well.

After having friends from Boston, that word is forever pronounced Wuh-stah in by head

Close. Look it up in the dictionary. And Worcesterhire has the same sound for the "Worcester" part, and the "shire" is "sh'r" (well, instead of the ' there's a schwa, but I can't type a schwa).

Hi, Anne! Seeing you reminded me that I had to respond to that unpleasant e-mailer. I just did. We'll see what kind of response I get, especially since I waited three days to respond. Hee!

Also, my spelling sucks, but in the weirdest way. I just spell-checked the e-mail before sending it off, and of course, there were errors. But, I managed to spell on of the words correctly once and incorrectly another time. I do that ALL the time. I wish my brain would just make up its mind.

that word is forever pronounced Wuh-stah in by head

Woo-stah-sher. So when I was at this wedding in Michigan, I ran into a friend who, it turns out, attended for one year the school in Brookline that a couple of my new teaching acquaintances are currently teaching at. I don't want to say it's a small world, but...

sj- how are things on the Dave job front?

I am at work. I really wish I weren't. I feel like total fucking ass, and I felt nauseous on the commute, so I didn't finish my coffee, so when I put it in my backpack side pocket and hustled out to catch my shuttle is splashed all down the back of my right pants leg, ass to ankle.

I need a coffee to go cup that closes completely. And I want to go home.

{{{Nora}}}