my daughter (10 going on 35), informed me she wants a hot pink streak in her hair. I said yes, mostly because, you know, why not, and secondly, because it'll be worth it to see the expression on my mother's face.
Hallo, Barb! I recognize your LJ name from seeing it around friendslists...and suspect from context that I have read (and very very much enjoyed!) one of your books! And I am amused by your reasoning. I remember being 14 and being geared up to fight my mom for the right to dye my hair, and being very deflated when she said "yeah, sure" right off the bat...
1/2 bunch arugula, coarsely chopped and copiously washed to remove grit and caterpillars(CSA!)
The way the line breaks went on my screen, the recipe showed up as
"1/2 bunch arugula blah blah blah
caterpillars
"
and I was like "CATERPILLARS?!?!? Now that's taking being culinarily adventuresome to new heights!!!"
Meanwhile, I have work-related good and bad rants that I suspect will only multiply after tomorrow's meeting (which starts at 7:30AM central time. Which is 5:30AM pacific time, which is what it will feel like to my body, y'all). However, given that I am typing this on a work computer, I will refrain from ranting until I am home safe and typing on my home computer once again. Just know that there will be some ranting. Though the good is that I got to see some coworkers who I was in that "new people" training with a few months ago. And got to compare notes with them. That was good. The comparing. The notes? Well.
Want I should make some ropa vieja and arroz con frijoles, too or should we go right to dessert?
Screw all that, let's make tostones!!!
I am looking forward to the MEARANT.
Barb!
Eggs belong in cake and cookies. I do not like the naked egg. I really really do not like the caterpillar.
My neighbor clearly wanted to avoid thinking about starting chemo tomorrow, so I took her to trivia and out for a drink.
My son is still awake, we could hear him standing in the hallway. DH asked him "what are you doing there?" Isaac stuck a wee hand past the hall door and said "I'm sticking my hand in the door. See?"
Eggs are really the perfect food for me. I could eat eggs every day.
They are incredible, and edible...
BARB!!!!!!!! I am SO HAPPY to see you here! (For those Buffistas who have not yet met Barb, fear not, she will swiftly impress you with her fabulousness and her oh-so-one-of-us-ness.)
Ginger is a most excellent neighbor.
Burrell, Isaac cracks me up. That's priceless.
Cherry Pie
For 9' pie
1 1/3 cups sugar
4 drops almond flavoring
1/3 cup flour
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
4 cups pitted sour cherries
1 1/2 Tbsp. Butter
Preheat oven to 425
Mix sugar, flour, flavoring and cinnamon together. Mix lightly with cherries. Pour into pie pan. Dot with the butter. Cover with top crust and make slits in it. (Since it's what my sister wants for her birthday, we have been known to cut "Happy Birthday" into the top crust.)
Bake until crust is browned and juice begins to bubble, 35 to 45 minutes. (It tends to bubble over, so foil under the pan is a good thing.)
It's from the '50s Betty Crocker cookbook, which is my mother's One True Cookbook. I have a copy from a thrift store. Mother's will have to be pried from her cold dead fingers. The Betty Crocker website does not have cherry pie. It's all semi-homemade stuff made from mixes. Does that seem right to you?
Ginger is a most excellent neighbor.
She is indeed.
Burrell, Isaac cracks me up. That's priceless.
Thanks, he cracks me up too. Of course, he also drives me crazy so it helps that he can do it with a bit of humor.
Huh. I got robodialled by Danny Glover, who wanted to tell me about the conditions at the Smithfield Pork plant. Complete with background music.
Hi Barb! I don't LJ, but I like the enthusiasm.
need pie now
