Vegan matzo balls, attempt 1, is definitely a success. The texture is slightly off, but I think that's because I didn't cook them for long enough, but the taste is absolutely perfect.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Bettas don't need oxygen supplements for their tanks. The wild variant lives in puddles.
Domestic pet store bettas usually live 1-3 years. I think the longest I had a beta in my years of beta keeping was 3 years? Maybe? I think. I kept some in a proper tank for about six months, but usually, they were in a small bowl. Poor oldest betta. My roommate was feeding him for the weekend and got concerned about the water level and added tap water.
Which, naturally, killed the old man.
Alas.
That Lego Jesus is awesome, and totally not what I was expecting when I clicked on the link.
hurm. I guess my unemployed 22 yr old niece is going to have a baby with her bf who has a part time job as a bouncer in a strip club.
Do you think she might call the baby Reneesme?
I wish she'd call it "oops, it was only indigestion".
Sometimes I look at the caring, intelligent, responsible community leaders that my parents are and wonder how they produced such a clan of fuck-ups.
The insomnia fairy can bite me. I have to ge up in four hours. Argh.
The insomnia fairy can bite me. I have to ge up in four hours. Argh.
That was me last night. I'm not sure how I'm so awake and alert right now. I anticipate the crash just as soon as I sit down at my desk at work.
Also, my allergies are so bad that my left ear is all stuffed up. It's disconcerting. I'm hoping the good (behind-the-counter) sudafed will help.
Aahhhhhhhhhhh.
Got back to my folks after 2 and a half days of sci-fi con in Tel Aviv (which was fucking great. I learned a hell lot about apocalypses and how to survive them).
Now, since it was a con, and I went to all sorts of places and did things, the me-getting-food-situation was quite unstable, but I told myself that I'll eat well again at my parents (dinner, last night, was some kosher-for-Passover cookies I managed to buy and sneak into the room in the 10 minutes break I had between lectures). This also might be the time to mention that I keep kosher during Passover, but the folks do not, and they kindda don't know I am. I just don't wanna turn world orders just yet.
So, for the 2 and a half days I was in Tel Aviv I pretty much fantasized about my mom's matzo brie, only to find out, when I'm back home and semi starved, that we ran out of matzo. And there are tons of yummy unkosher food to have, including a fantabules oranges-chocolate cake. And I so do NOT wanna eat any salad now. Or rice, for the love of God. 80% of my food in the past 3 days was rice-with-something. And all of the stores around us have no matzo left in them, and we have no matzo flour so I can't bake myself something tasty.
So, I'm thinking God wants me to have that cake. Right?