My sister made the best apple crumble over Christmas. That shit was amazing. Which led to the tales of my mother's famous un-apple apple pie. Apparently she tried to make it with no apple products whatsoever because she was resisting fruit imports into the island and it was the 70s. I do suspect that the pie I loved so much actually had apple juice in it, though. Fuck, that shit was GOOD.
And then there were the mince pies she made this Christmas. Thank dog her import embargo is over with. And the pastry---so delicate.
Which is to say, I have great hopes for your crumble, Steph, and I want some.
I think I will have some blackberry Izze to drown my sorrow in.
That sucks, Consuela. I hope it's not too much hassle to get a replacement.
First-world whine: It's been all storm, all the time, all day, and now the ABC affiliate has even more storm instead of Castle.
At least I'm not one of the people who've been stuck in the bus station for 24 hours.
Skipping ahead to remind ita to eat her fucking clementines.
Skipping ahead to remind ita to eat her fucking clementines.
Skipping fucking skipper motherfucker.
Man, I sure hope tonight is the night Rio decides to hop by.
Just for you sarameg, after I went to the library and the bank, I got green posole. Dunno if it's just like what you're craving, but I like (though I think it'd be better with chicken than pork, though I like pork in the red)
Speaking of cursing, I did a little a capella rendition of "Fuck You" for my parents over dinner. Good times!
Aw, awesome. Maybe tomorrow night I will have some. While being snowed on.
For the record, I have 2 ice scrapers, 2 snow shovels, a couple brooms for both leaf and snow duty and a little broom to do minor crap on the windows.
I don't want snow. It's expected just enough to be messy but still require venturing out in it.
So, I started this (mostly culture) blog awhile back and a few fellow neighborhood bloggers found it pretty quickly and now one has just invited me to a thing (a preview of Philip Glass's Orphée) where I could meet some other bloggers I read. I'm flattered, excited, and a little creeped out. I mean, this is an invisible Internet person! So, invisible Internet people, should I accept?
So, invisible Internet people, should I accept?
You should! Boldly go where other axe murder victims bold go-ers see opera with strangers!