Aw, thanks. I won't lie, my heart fell into my stomach in an 'oh god, what have I done' way. With liese's comment I said, "Oh no, THAT's what I've done," and careened off to research.

I hate making mistakes like this, but I know myself well enough to know my intent and ability to adapt. So, yes, I feel bad for not knowing, but now I do and won't make the mistake again.

I'm, frankly, still smarting over the most racist mistake I've ever made and that one dates back to 1995. While living in Denmark, I got a letter from my mom, Niki, who sent me a bunch of articles and cartoons from home. She was thrilled to be sharing the experience with me and sent one of those single panel cartoons, probably because it include the word, "Danish."

It featured a couple of Viking giants chatting. One has two tiny people clutched in his grasp. "I went out and got us some Danish for breakfast," he says.

I chuckled because it was cutely drawn and made a play on words. Puns are Niki's favorite things.

In an unbelievably insensitive gesture, I showed it to my housemates without a second thought. Isn't this cute?

Right. Let's joke about being brutalized as a nation.

It still hurts my heart to think of what they must have thought of me. And Americans who think such things are funny.

Eh, it's not just Americans who do stuff like that, knowingly and unknowingly. Not by a long shot.

Absolutely true, but the only behavior (and knowledge), over which I have control, is mine.

I don't mind offending people who hurt others within my sight or influence, but an entire race of people? That's not me to the degree that I can help it.

I made pasta tonight! It was fun and pretty easy to do and tasty!

I saw your husband's boasts!

T and I had an odd dinner: the onion, ham and gruyere tart/pizza thing, spanikopita, chicken and veggie gyoza. TJ's random hunger shopping. Never got around to making cookies, but it isn't as if I am going much of anywhere tomorrow. Other than dropping the car off.

Nice, lisah! What kind did you make? What, if anything, was hard about it?

JZ just got up to change the music and Matilda said, "Whatcha doin' Slappy Butt?"

This made me giggle almost uncontrollably for a couple of minutes!

I thought of you, -t, while I was making it! I did the basic egg pasta--flour, egg, salt--that is in the kitchenaid mixer cookbook i have. I want to say it's called the mixer bible? I can check later. The instructions were very detailed and easy to follow. Nothing about it was really difficult except maybe getting the flour to liquid ratio right at first. I had to add more water than I would have thought it needed, a tsp at a time, to get it to form a ball. But I think my eggs were on the small side. I was totally able to do it on my own too!

Excellent! I even have the mixer bible already, now I'm going to have to think long and hard about those attachments.

Man, how do people without hiveminds manage?

Holli, the 'vogs are a UK size 3, which means a US 5. There's a photo of them in my LJ.

Today, the thrifting PTB presented me with a brand-new pair of Doc Martens in my size. And books! And a waistcoat!