Angel ,'Not Fade Away'
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.
I am determined to make cherry clafouti today . But it took me forever to find a recipe that didn't make something that is simple into a complicated thing. or do something where I was going to have to guess /make translations. Crazy
Can you make cherry clafouti with sour cherries? (Since those are what I have, and anyway I like them better.)
Wait, I have no butter. Never mind.
The day Shir learned the other meaning of "nail", by saying to a guy he will have to nail her to a wall in order to make her get a tattoo!
Ha! Shir, I hope you don't mind me laughing -- it's only because that sounds exactly like something I would do!
(In my college German classes, I learned that, unless one is careful, instead of saying that you want the vacuum cleaner, you might say you want a blow job. Trufax.)
no butter
eggs, sugar ,rum ,milk, vanilla , salt, flour , cherries
and since you can make it with other fuits - why not sour cherries
The day Shir learned the other meaning of "nail", by saying to a guy he will have to nail her to a wall in order to make her get a tattoo!
International travel is all about fun with conversational idioms. For me it was the time I was trying to say, in French, that I was full. Instead I said "je suis plein" which means "I'm pregnant." Whoops. Good thing the guy I was dating took it in stride.
For me it was the time I was trying to say, in French, that I was full. Instead I said "je suis plein" which means "I'm pregnant."
I thought it meant "I'm drunk"
That's hilarious, because I haven't made a clafoutis since that day! Although I was promoting it to my mother this afternoon while she was buying cherries.
I could really use another couple of days to recover from my weekend, but instead I have a big big week coming up at work. Ugh!
officially so very tired of getting ready to move. Not all of it's packing, either, because the movers will pack us.
And yet I am doing a disgusting amount of physical labor and sweating.
I'm trying to keep my head busy and ignore how sick I am worrying about my nephew and my brother.
I dyed my hair, hung a ceiling rod so I could hang the gorgeous black and white polka dot string lights I got before I moved in, attached my new ladder book shelves to the walls...and then found myself dripping purple sweat. Showered, now need to go get myself an iced latte and get some quarters for laundry. And a frame for the print I've been wanting to hang, forever.
I owe some kind folks some emails.
Did we see that Angelina had the babies? Vivienne Marcheline and Knox Leon.