Attending a graduation tonight, possibly BEA tomorrow day, dinner with friends tomorrow night, and homework Sunday.
Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!
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.
Dammit, you guys went and answered already. Fine.
That means I win, right?
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Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?
Tech.
Tonight, laundry and X-Files.
Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?
ElderGoth reunion concert tonight (whoo, Peter Murphy!), writing and going out dancing tomorrow, mild panic about packing to go on a business trip on Sunday. Then on Monday I fly to exotic Ottawa.
Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?
Date with my TiVo tonight, tons of meetings, and writing.
I wonder what I should make for dinner. I am kind of tempted to make more of those cracktastically good potato wedges.
I fly to exotic Ottawa
Jilli, there's an awful truth I fear I must tell you.
I am kind of tempted to make more of those cracktastically good potato wedges.
You've reminded me that I'd settled on a great breakfast potato recipe that was part ganked from some website part yanked from my head that I can no longer reconstruct because I lost the link. So I might as well start again from scratch. My main issue is that I have no microwave, so I need to make sure that the wedges are totally cooked through without being overcooked or boiled or fried.
I seem to recall that recipe boiling small red potatoes for 10-15 minutes before slicing them and frying them up with the tomatoes & peppers &c, but that didn't cook them consistently through enough.
Suggestions?
ATK the other day fried them in the pan until they got nice and golden, and then covered the pan and let them cook through that way.
Documentary about gays in the military in ten minutes (the theater is a block away). Then two stepping. Dinner somewhere in there.
Tomorrow, not sure in the daytime. Must CLEAN at some point, my house is heinous. Evening, some kind of random fiddle bluegrass concert thing at a place called the...Roadhouse? Tractor Tavern? Some crazy named place. A friend got the tickets.
No plans for Sunday. I"m hoping brunch, one of those days, with friends.
ATK the other day fried them in the pan until they got nice and golden, and then covered the pan and let them cook through that way.
At what point did they put in the peppers and the other stuffs? Let me go hit up their web site.
Jilli, there's an awful truth I fear I must tell you.
You mean my co-workers have LIED to me, and it isn't exotic and exciting? Well crap.