aha... I don't think I'm going out tonight but I'll pick some up in my travels tomorrow...thanks for the tip!
Jayne ,'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
Good luck with it, and hoping for relief for you.
thanks... I am just desperately hoping I'll get myself so tired I can crawl into bed without freaking about the discomfort.
I don't know why it's hard for me to even consider going out after we've gone to bed. It just seems wrong somehow!
All those eating moldy rice in a tube shall love you and despair, Sean. Also? Go you, man! Scampi is yum.
It was deelish.
I coarsely chopped about 9 cloves of garlic, sliced up three scallions, and chopped up maybe three tablespoons worth of fresh flat leaf parsley. I also finely chopped up a large tomato and juiced three lemons.
After starting the linguini cooking, I melted some butter in a pan and began sauteing (sp?) the garlic, scallions and parsley. Once the garlic was brown, I threw in the lemon juice and tomato, and turned up the heat just a bit.
When the liquid was boiling, I threw in the shrimp (about a half pound of uncooked, cleaned, tail-off shrimp, rinsed and dried).
I let the shrimp cook for about three minutes or so, basically until they were pink on both sides (S said I may have cooked them, like, thirty seconds too long), then threw in some chopped fresh basil and fresh ground black pepper.
I served the shrimp and sauce over the linguini, and served it with steamed asparagus drizzled with lemon juice and sprinkled with fresh ground black pepper.
Here's a little more, and stuff you may have around
- ice pack for 5 to 10 minutes
- Asprin or other pain reliever
At least might give you enough comfort to get to sleep. I feel for ya. Mr. Jane once bought a detergent that did. not. agree.
Lee, you are shameless in the tat thing. I like that about you.
Nuh uh! I have shame! It's right over there, in my other purse.
It's right over there, in my other purse.
With the pot?
hush, dorkhead.
Dork, impulse buyer. Have you taken the shirt for alterations yet?
I hate you both.
And no.