Why is it that I can never remember that I would like to have pancake makings (or really, any breakfasty type food) in the house until Sunday morning?
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Lee - Apr 30, 2006 5:40:19 am PDT #4455 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
§ ita § - Apr 30, 2006 5:58:36 am PDT #4456 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Why is it that I can never remember that I would like to have pancake makings (or really, any breakfasty type food) in the house until Sunday morning?
Because you're a flake.
I remembered to defrost the buttermilk just in time. So there will be pancakes shortly. And, for the first time in forever, I have breakfast links too.
Sheryl - Apr 30, 2006 6:01:55 am PDT #4457 of 10002
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Timelies all!
Yesterday was fun. G's school won their game(though barely). Afterwards, we went to a party hosted by some folks G knew at school and just after. There we met up with another of G's college friends, who was G's best man. Pretty fun for an event mostly full of people I didn't know.
Lee - Apr 30, 2006 6:04:10 am PDT #4458 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Because you're a flake.
cries
am not.
§ ita § - Apr 30, 2006 6:05:21 am PDT #4459 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
am not.
If only you were a frosted flake, you'd be ahead in the breakfast scenario. But not even that.
Lee - Apr 30, 2006 6:12:24 am PDT #4460 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Sigh. I may have to put on outside pants and go to IHOP.
Jesse - Apr 30, 2006 6:20:38 am PDT #4461 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Why is it that I can never remember that I would like to have pancake makings (or really, any breakfasty type food) in the house until Sunday morning?
You don't have flour, an egg, and milk?
Jars - Apr 30, 2006 6:25:08 am PDT #4462 of 10002
You don't have flour, an egg, and milk?
I never have eggs, so I always have to plan pancakes in advance. And speaking of, I have to remember to buy some, because I bought a load of aparagus at the local market yesterday and I want to make hollandaise sauce to go with it. But that always leaves me with five eggs that Ill throw out in a fortnight...
Jesse - Apr 30, 2006 6:31:30 am PDT #4463 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Ah, I don't worry about old eggs. I keep eggs forever, and have never had a problem. Actually, it's possible I don't have a cup of flour in the house right now, but once I go to the grocery store, I'll have flour again for another year. Ha!
§ ita § - Apr 30, 2006 6:32:38 am PDT #4464 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
That reminds me. I need to decide what I'm going to bake today, and make sure I have all the ingredients. Otherwise, when I come back from krav, I'm too distracted to assemble.
What to bake, what to bake?