I hang dry most of my shirts, but just from hangers cause I don't have room for a clothesline.

I'm still stunned that we woke up to snow. It is only October 5th...wtf?!?!? It has melted already, but SNOW.

Finally, Buffistas rock like a rocking thing that rocks. I love being a part of this community.

My mind is blown. I had no idea what an egg custard was.

I read somewhere that pudding (in American usage) is custard thickened with starch, but when I wanted to make pudding and tried to look that up again, I couldn't find it. So possibly it was a dream.

Was dreaming about dim sum and specifically the ones filled with custard last night, so clearly that's the kind of thing I do dream about.

One thing I actually miss about my old apartment is the heat, which tenants didn't control (or pay for). It was always an inferno, so I could dry jeans on a drying rack in my living room in a couple of hours.

Takes a little longer here.

I currently dry my clothes on these out on the patio or in the mud room if it is raining. [link] I used them inside in NYC.

Oh, I was thinking "egg custard" was a specific regional dish. It's just custard.

I have no idea what this is. Apparently I have never had one.

Most custards are egg custards, I have discovered. By default, the custards and the creme brulees have way too eggy a taste for me to go through. Lucky for me egg nog is noggier than eggy. Woo hoo!

Timelies all!

Bleah. Shoulders stiff and sore.

Without exaggeration, the fired sesame street character twitter accounts have really made my week. I have been laughing my butt off for days.

It isn't funny Elmo is drowning his sorrows in chocolate milk, and yet, it is!

Weird, I recall eggnog being a lot eggy-er than any creme brulee I've tasted.

Tonight begins this year's downtown barbecue fest. So I get to walk a couple extra blocks to my apartment smelling delicious barbecue that isn't available for sale to the public.