I'm having a dinner emergency.
I put my scalloped potatoes and chicken in the oven on 400, 40 minutes ago.
And the oven never got hot. Pilot light is all glowy, but no heat at all.
SO HUNGRY. cries
I like pancakes 'cause they're stackable. Ooo, and waffles 'cause you can put things in the little holes if you wanted to.
Buffy ,'Potential'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Allyson - Nov 01, 2006 5:52:00 pm PST #6877 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Liese S. - Nov 01, 2006 6:04:20 pm PST #6878 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Aww! That sucks!
bon bon - Nov 01, 2006 6:29:21 pm PST #6879 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
Oh, I completely know how you feel! I hate dinner disasters when hungry.
ION, TDS is excellent tonight. There's a piece by Demetri Martin and there's no guests!
DavidS - Nov 01, 2006 6:48:05 pm PST #6880 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
SO HUNGRY. cries
Oh no! Uhm...cook them on the stove. Potatoes in saucepan with a lid with some milk. Chicken in a frying pan with oil.
Lee - Nov 01, 2006 7:41:24 pm PST #6881 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I burned my tongue on my dinner.
Sadly, that's one of the less annoying things about today.
P.M. Marc - Nov 01, 2006 7:43:42 pm PST #6882 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Am sick. Am over this sick thing. Esp. as have to be at work tomorrow.
Attempted "Stock Pot" soup. (Is that what they're called? Canna recall.)
Have added to list of Buffista food failures.
Soup stock should not have the texture of egg white cervical mucus. (Or, you know, just warm egg whites.)
It is gross and wrong.
Feh.
DavidS - Nov 01, 2006 7:49:53 pm PST #6883 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Attempted "Stock Pot" soup. (Is that what they're called? Canna recall.)
Egg drop soup?
You have to really swirl your stock before you do the drop.
Lee - Nov 01, 2006 7:50:00 pm PST #6884 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Feh indeed, Plei. I hope you are better tomorrow, and that you have no more cooking failures.
Cass - Nov 01, 2006 8:31:55 pm PST #6885 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I have not had a cooking failure tonight. Did have a laundry failure though.
I must have got the wrong memo. Fie.
§ ita § - Nov 01, 2006 8:42:24 pm PST #6886 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Let's just pile on. I'm on at least the third migraine of today--I guess it's conclusive that my fourth prophylactic medicine (not fourth since the shebang started, but fourth of the four I now take every day) is making no substantive difference.
Also, my knee hurts randomly and intensely, and that's going to mess with me.