'Sleeper'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nora I am insanely jealous of your fried chicken in the house. That's something I've never dared to make myself. Deep frying scares me.
Pan frying, baybee! [link]
It's an Alton Brown recipe and it's suprisingly simple. AND SO DELICIOUS.
We also made collard greens (cooked with onion and bacon). Nom nom nom.
I've found that if I try to fry anything in the house the place ends up smelling like a fast food joint for days.
Mmm, food. I am so hungry!
I'm also wasting time. Well, sort of. I need to do more paperwork and then head to the laundromat. Good times.
Thanks for the comments, too! I resisted blogging/lj for a long time, but figured this was a good way to keep some people like my mother informed about my training exploits without having to remember to write and email everyone everytime. Also, it's a good way to keep me accountable to myself.
Usually if we make sure the oil doesn't get too hot and we run the ventilation over the stove we do OK for the odor.
I can't help wondering if Pete, Jilli, Kristin and ND had something to do with this.
lisah, that is very tempting! I think I need to get a new bike first though;
Well, you could always train on your regular bike and rent a fancy road bike for the Ride. That's what I'm planning to do! (My bike is a heavy ass mountain bike so I'm hoping that actually will work in my favor.)
It is a crazy fun event. If a little torturous.
Nora, I have marked your post! That sounds divine.
I should make being patient with my father a NY resolution. seriously.
I can't help wondering if Pete, Jilli, Kristin and ND had something to do with this.
Hahahahahahahaha! No, we had nothing to do with it. And you will all note that there were no news stories of someone moving in at the Haunted Mansion, which means you can safely assume my clever plans came to naught.
I've become one of THOSE people....
I now live with a catloaf.
And a big diva dog. The blanket was her idea. Seriously. I was holding it out to fold it, and she walked up and thrust her head forward and under it, so that it draped over her head like a veil. I laughed and shook it away to fold it, and she ran forward to stick her head under again. So I draped it over her, and she walked around like that for a long time, until she decided she was tired and needed to curl up in her bed. She's an odd dog, to say the least.
Hee! Lucy used to leap up on the bed when you were making it and hide under the sheets when they came down. So funny.