I'm awake, Emily. Just finished my incredibly gourmet dinner of Campbell's Chunky Chicken Gumbo and am having a delicious dessert of Raisinets. Not much in the way of cooking there.
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
I'm up, but if I'm wise I'll go pass out soon. So. Friggin'. Tired.
I'm sort of still up. TCG came home from his meeting a little while ago, and I'm waiting for him to finish eating and head to bed so I can join him.
What are you having for dinner, Emily?
I'm up. I shouldn't be, but I am. Not much sure how much longer I'll be up, but I'm up for now.
This is me.
I can't cook-n-post, however, I am gonna give y'all this. Try not to eat all the dough before you bake the cookies (my cousins and I could never resist the dough. Mmmmmm douuuuugh. She calls to me).
Grandandy's Tea Cakes
1 cup butter
3 cups sugar
3 eggs
6 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1 cup buttermilk
1 tsp vanilla
Bake at 350 foor about 10 to 12 minutes.
(That's what's in the recipe, but from experience I can tell you, slightly smushed balls about 2 in. in diameter. Flour your hands a bit because the dough is stick-y)
connie who chucks it to Steph
Utah to Cincy, over the mountains--I do that, and I'm set for life. And it sounds like those old Magic Johnson/Larry Bird ads.
I didn't say it wouldn't be hard, but while you may not have the talent of say a Manning, I believe you have the heart.
I believe you have the heart
"You gotta have heart! You gotta have heart!"
To which I now imagine Drusilla saying, "Would more than one be better?"
I am still up, but only because I'm waiting for my niece to arrive. She is very late. Also my blood sugar is plummeting and I am shivery. Nuts and cheese to the rescue. Where is that kid?
We did that to my cousin when we went back for my uncle's funeral. Said we'd be there around midnight, got in around 3.
Well, I expected them (her and loser mooch boyfriend) to be later than they thought, but not this late. They're coming from DC up the NJ Turnpike; it always takes longer than you think. She called; she forgot to bring the directions I sent her and used the wrong address in Google Maps. @@