FYI, that Brazilian bread is called pao do queijo (which translates to "cheese bread".)

Also, Fogo de Chao is Brazilian, but that restaurant is from southern Brazil, which is very similar in style to Argentina.

One of the bugs features of ADHD is that most of the identifying signs/symptoms are things that happen to most people at least some times - that's why there is some hue and cry about medicating boys for just being boys, for example. The thing that makes the diagnosis is how much those symptoms interfere with one's life. For example, when I was diagnosed as an adult, and someone (non-medical) questioned the validity of the diagnosis, I mentioned that in upper level college courses in order to write most papers I would scream myself hoarse and slam cupboard doors on my head in order to work up enough of an endorphin high to be calm enough to work. The response was "Oh, but that happens to every writer." Which, I'm sorry to say, I cried bullshit on in the form of "Then why is Boxers' Dementia not called Writers' Dementia? We should be shaking our heads and tutting over Stephen King the way we do over Mohamed Ali."

Got a strange look from the person - I don't think he really got that I was not exaggerating either the intensity or the frequency of the behavior.

That list is stupid. It should be called "Do boring things bore you and interesting things interest you?" It in no way covers extremes of behaviour. I'm not remotely ADD or ADHD, and a ton of that shit applies to me.

Man, WindSparrow. That's intense.

I slept all night in the bed like a normal person! Wonderful. Made waking up next to StW that much more delightful, though my neighbor yelling harshed the mellow a bit. Talking about it and earplugs seem to be the key. He had to go in to work this morning for a bit, so I got up and took Frankie to the park. Quite a lovely romp, although I had to keep putting him in time out. He's decided Josie the dobie is his girlfriend and he gets to hump her whenever, which is Not On. At one point there were eight dogs there all getting along pretty well, from a 5 lb chihuahua mix up to a golden.

Roomie brought home a kitty last night. So tiny OMG!! It's in an oversized crate in her room and we're keeping my cats out. Frankie is lying down quietly in front of the crate and I think wee kitty likes him - s/he is used to the zoo, so more accustomed to animals than people. She's hanging out right at the front of the cage (she has been crouched in a corner at the back), and cried when he wandered into the kitchen. And s/he's eating in front of him - I wonder if he makes him/her feel safe. I'm excited for Frankie to maybe have a kitty friend or two. Yes, that's right, she's bringing home another one today or tomorrow.

For breakfast I scrambled eggs and added some cornbread I'd made the other day, pepper jack cheese, salsa, sour cream, and hot sauce. It was AWESOME.

Now to do dishes and decide whether I'm going to pick up a basket o' produce at the farm.

omg kitten!

Kitten!

I think I'm going to make some things from a Latin vegan cookbook this week, since I've had this cookbook for a while and haven't made anything from it yet. For some reason, the Venezuelan and Cuban recipes are attracting me much more than the others. (The author of the cookbook is Venezuelan, so it could be that she writes those recipes better than the others. The Cuban, I don't have an explanation for, except that my grandfather used to love Cuban Chinese restaurants, and maybe I'm remembering that.) There's a recipe for vegan Cuban sandwiches, which I'm finding somewhat intriguing.

> For example, when I was diagnosed as an adult, and someone (non-medical) questioned the validity of the diagnosis, I mentioned that in upper level college courses in order to write most papers I would scream myself hoarse and slam cupboard doors on my head in order to work up enough of an endorphin high to be calm enough to work. The response was "Oh, but that happens to every writer."

Um, Andi, I would be more than happy to enact that situation upon that nitwit's head myself.

I'm just saying'... I'm available and have a bat for added emphasis.

For some reason, the Venezuelan and Cuban recipes are attracting me much more than the others.

Oh that Latin. I was seriously confused for a moment. Where would you even find a vegetarian cookbook in Latin? Or any cookbook, for that matter.

Oh that Latin. I was seriously confused for a moment. Where would you even find a vegetarian cookbook in Latin? Or any cookbook, for that matter.

Heh. I'd be willing to bet that there's an ancient Latin cookbook somewhere. Or, at least, a few recipes that someone wrote down.

A few years ago, someone published a medieval English cookbook, along with translations of all the recipes and suggestions for how to make them in a modern kitchen. One of the things that surprised me a bit was that there was almost no milk in these recipes -- a lot of things that I usually think of as made with a cream sauce with made with almond milk.