'The Killer In Me'
[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.
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!
the internet went down at work today, and I ended up leaving early. Just checked and it's still not up. If it's not up when I get up tomorrow, I'm not coming in to work. Of course, I'm not sure how I'll let anyone know that I'm working at home. I might have to *gasp* use the phone.
I might have to *gasp* use the phone.
Vortex, dude, LANGUAGE.
Contract-renewal~ma, Hil and Erin.
Not sure what a Blaine is. I went to an all-girls school (actually, I went to three - I didn't settle well!) and we didn't have dances/proms. I was totally in love with a girl who sat in front of me in French class for three years, though.
A Blaine is a rich, cute guy who eventually pulls his head out of his ass long enough to date the poor girl with funky fashion sense*. I didn't date any Blaines - I just pined after them while dissing perfectly good mortals. I did have a couple who asked me out but then got mysteriously busy and had to cancel.
* I was neither poor nor had funky fashion sense (more of a middle class nerd). Making up for lost time on the latter while trying to avoid the former.