Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
I use my kitchen torch to sear the skin of the chicken back to the meat after having rubbing salt and garlic between the flesh and the skin. Traps it, it does, plus extra singing of meat.
Ooh. A must to try.
Good lord, I completely forgot I had a kitchen torch when it came time to broil the marshmallows on top of the cupcakes yesterday. That would have been much better.
He scheduled meeting with both me and another student at 1:30. Each meeting will take at least an hour if we actually discuss everything we need to discuss. He has until 2:10.
Worst Advisor Ever
"Seriously? You just happen to have one on you?"
It's a purse of requirement. I have one of those. Most anything you need? In the purse. Except for a lighter because I flew a lot during the holidays. Though I think my eye drops made it through. It's inevitable that I will forget at least one thing.
I will note that my purse does not contain a mini-torch. Not yet. But the day is still young.
....must be nice to have a job where you can come in at 1:30 and leave at 2:10!
"Seriously? You just happen to have one on you?"
Hee! I had to pause at this point to laugh and laugh and laugh when Hardison pulled that black light out of his bag and Eliot called him on it. Because I, at that moment, had one in my bag, too. It's probably the same one. It is always infinitely amusing to me when the character with whom I identify does stuff I would do. (See also: Willow, different colored pens.)
Anyway, I don't have a kitchen torch. But I do carry matches, generally.
Oops, wrong thread.
WOW it was a long day. Trainers' training all day - for a class run by/full of disabled people, some of their access was a bit poor, in terms of both scheduling and throwing enormous amounts of reading at me then giving me thirty seconds to read it. It was really interesting, though. Then I was supposed to go to my evening class, but PA and I got lost in the wilds of east London, and it got too late. Which I'm quite glad about, after all the hours of driving. Sleeeeep.
Hil, your advisor sucks. (I know you know that. But I feel bad for you.)
Tell me it will all go away when I'll graduate.
Ha. Ha ha ha. Ahem.
....must be nice to have a job where you can come in at 1:30 and leave at 2:10!
He's teaching from 2:20 until 5. And then meeting with the other student at 5, because I met with him when he came in at 1:45. Didn't discuss everything I wanted to discuss, but I got enough answers that I have stuff to do now.