Every time I watch Pretty in Pink, I a) cringe at the number of times I chose a Blaine who didn't give a shit over a Duckie (though the times I chose a Duckie didn't work out, either) and b) am stunned all over again by how shapeless and ugly the titular dress is. I mean, at least it looks like something a high school girl would wear, but damn. My sister sewed her prom dress (with help) and it looked way better than that. Oh, and c) what a great soundtrack.
Never had to choose between a Blaine or a Duckie since the Blaines never gave me the time of day, but as far as b and c are concerned, smonster and I are as one.
My high school was 100% Blaine-free (the high school I would have gone to if I'd stayed in my home district was wall-to-wall Blaine, Steffs, and their female acolytes), though one person (who, Google tells me, is now a middle school communication arts teacher in Warrensburg, MO) did dress up as Duckie for prom, and he and I had one glorious giddy dance together. Whoever his students are, they're lucky lucky kids.
Aw, Woods, with the bad breath he was so ashamed of but couldn't help, and his defensive snarky humor and Cheap Trick t-shirt and mother dying of cancer whom he never, ever talked about but we all knew about. I'm going to dream about him tonight, and wake up tomorrow morning all teary.
And, yeah. That dress was appalling.
but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting
Hell, you could make a pie from scratch in four hours.
The worst sin of the Pretty in Pink dress was that it was completely fucking anti-climactic.
but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting
Hell, you could make a pie from scratch in four hours.
The worst sin of the Pretty in Pink dress was that it was completely fucking anti-climactic.
Actually, the last time I made a fruit pie from scratch it said something similar. That filling is like magma when it comes out.
Which is not to say that scooping out a big gloppy serving and topping it with something cold won't speed up the process.
I just made a blueberry pie somewhat from scratch (the crust was Trader Joe's). NOM NOM NOM.
The filling may be like magma, but I had also made a little tiny pie, which I took out 20 minutes earlier and it was fine.
That filling is like magma when it comes out.
So, whenever I read the word "magma," I hear it in my head in Dr. Evil's voice. Every. Time.
Anyone else?
Teppy, my roommate had "The Core" on earlier, and I TOTALLY was saying "LIQUID. HOT. MAGMA" all Dr. Evil-esque
totally magma. and after 70 min (instructions said cook 60-70 min) the crust STILL wasn't fully cooked. Good thing i don't like crust. I used a large spoon to scoop out the innards and nommed with some vanilla yogurt. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than warmed applesauce (which was the other option at hand.)
That's why I like cobbler's better than pie. All the nom of pie, and little fuss.
Ah, summer-fresh blackberry cobbler. I cannot wait!
