Irish soda bread french toast
Oh. Oh, that sounds awesome. I'm going to have to try to do that sometime. Irish soda bread is one of those things that I love and isn't too annoying (to me) to make, so I could do that. Hmmm.
me wistful for the American date format. Mostly I think ours makes more sense (she says, controversially), but I'd give that up for Pi Day
I kind of agree with you - I mean day, month, year - smallest to biggest, right? Though, clearly, I'm used to my way, so...
Elsie, Elsie, Elsie. That's some creepy, disturbing shit.
Yeah, I always wondered how the U.S. ended up with our date format. Not enough to actually research it though.[On edit: did a quick google. Speculation is it derived from the way spoken speech evolved. In UK people said stuff along the lines the 15th day of the 4th month of the 1785th year of our lord. Whereas in the U.S. a lot people in a hurry said stuff like "April 15th, 1785". Don't know the accuracy, but seems plausible.]
Alright I've got pie. 2 kinds actually, pizza and blueberry.
Fuck. Just realized I left my dry cleaning at the office so I have to go there before I go to the airport tomorrow. Dammit.
And I have no pie.
Or, of course, you can wait to be looking at all the cats and have one reach out and put his paw on your hand, which is what Amon did to me at the rescue event where I met him.
Amarna climbed on top of me in the cat room at the shelter. So had other cats, but she immediately curled up in my arms and started cleaning herself, which struck me as making herself at home as opposed to taking advantage of a sucker who'll pet any cat who comes by. Then she wouldn't let me leave, so I made it a point to memorize her collar number and ask for her details at the front desk.
Looking back, it was a definitely "click" with us. I hadn't thought about getting a black cat, but I did want a female around 2 or 3 years old, and she fit that perfectly. It wasn't until I got her home that I found out how talkative she is, which I highly enjoy (except for when it's 3:00 am).
Perkins the cat claimed me, by sticking his paw through the cage door, grabbing my sweater, and refusing to let go.
I made pie! Well, it was really more of a tart (apple with ginger) but it had a homemade crust and it was good. Meara and our friend F liked it!
It's not a great picture but here's the Pi Pie. Happy pi day!
I did go out for cocktails and JUST got home. We were just at M's house, but it was nice just chilling and chatting. Now I'm supper exhausted. And a bit tipsy.
I had a pizza pie for pi day.
