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Man, I want to send this article to about fiddy million middle-aged relatives as a cautionary tale that they should forward to EVERYBODY THEY LOVE and put sparkley angels at the end.

I have a pint of fresh raspberries that I need to do something with. Would they work in a clafoutis?

Scratch Clafoutis, I have no rum.

Why is the rum gone?

ION, Priscilla is on Logo right now!

I have a pint of fresh raspberries that I need to do something with. Would they work in a clafoutis?

I don't think raspberries hold up as well with that kind of cooking (hence no raspberry pie).

However, you could mash them up with a little sugar, heat them and pour them over vanilla ice cream and that would be ridiculously delicious.

Thanks, Hec. The kids have been eating a few of them, but they're not quite sweet enough for me (they must be early up here).

I do have some blueberries, though, which are perfection.

I'm in fruit heaven at the moment with peaches, blueberries and raspberries. It's small consolation for the end of the strawberry peak.

Btw, hugs to javachik for her comment earlier. I feel that way sometimes, too.

Thanks, Pix.

I core apples, fill with a pat of butter, a teaspoon of sugar, and raspberries, and bake in the oven (or sometimes wrap in foil and set on the grill), and then slice down the middle for a yummy delicious dessert.

ION, my job is so on the brink I can't even tell you. I worked ten, eleven hour days all week, have to come in on Sunday, and my boss still says I'm a disorganized mess. Today he said he shouldn't have to give me direction on planning his academic symposium, that it would be below my pay grade. Even though I've never even been to an academic symposium, let alone planned one.

That's a good idea, Allyson--I have some nice macintosh apples that would do for that recipe.

Your boss continues to suprise me with new lows of jackholeness, Allyson.

I'm watching Romper Stomper now but should really, really go to bed.

Yikes, Allyson. I'm extremely sorry for the jackassyness you are experiencing.

I'm all insomnia-y. Last year on this day Grace had surgery to get her trache. Sometimes I still feel like a failure, even though she is doing so much better these days. She had an appointment out at UCLA today and she was just so adorable and happy (even though she and her team were over 45 minutes late which gives ME palpitations).

I'm jobsearching, since I'm in a place where I think I could be canned at any moment.

This was on Craigslist.

I'm appalled.

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