that author owes me royalties....
You were the first person I thought of when I read it.
Okay, I'm sitting at home waiting for a guy to call me...so I can go spar some tired people. Is this something wrong with my life, or something right?
Hmm. Either way, I hate the waiting. I'm killing time by watching Hex. Small blonde high school girl fated to save the world, and a lesbian best friend
with otherworldly powers.
I don't think the show's much like Buffy, but it'd take a Herculean effort to not compare the two in a short review.
I just have to share my OMG awesome dinner tonight, only partly for Burrell's benefit: Blueberry clafouti and chicken salad with avocado, both of which I made myself! OK, each thing only took five minutes to throw together (leftover chicken), but YUM.
The clafouti is really mostly egg. That makes it appropriate breakfast food, right?
I've been trying to track down my friend Daniel Patrick Duffy. He's from Boston. Wish me luck, dude.
I should go look at my HS, it was whitey-white land (catholics, protestants AND jews) with fifteen hispanic kids who snuck in somehow.
Clafouti is like a fruit pudding kind of thing, typically cherry. Here's a recipe (not the one I used): [link]
That sounds good. What recipe did you use?
At the time I was attened, my school had no hispanics, 5 asians (4 were church refugees from Laos), 3 black people (2 were mentally challenged students adopted by a family with 15 mentally challenged adopted kids) and 1 jewish person. And it was Catholic enough that people got out of school for 2 hours on Tuesdays to go to "church school",
ETA: the 1 remaining asian, 1 remaining black person were both from interracial marriages, weirdly...
That sounds good. What recipe did you use?
The one in Oprah magazine, which I always feel the need to say how much I like it even though I hate Oprah. Anyway, it had less flour and less sugar, and the recipe said to make it in the blender, which means that the cleanup took way longer than making it.
I cooked and now my house it hot. That makes me not want to do the clean-up. I need another person here to do the other half of the work.
t /whine
Here is what I have learned: Getting over the sweating-like-a-stuck-pig aspect of doing dishes while the oven is on means that it suddenly feels WAY cooler in here than it did this afternoon.
