Oh, that sounds good. Reminds me of the tapas I had in Madrid that were a revelation: leeks and goat cheese, rolled in a leaf of phylo (or in a thin batter, I dunno) and fried, with a blueberry-vinagrette (which was not too sweet or vinegary) dipping sauce.
Honestly, that, the grilled porto sandwiches I've been raving about lately, the toasted onion focaccia with jamon iberico, openface (also, Madrid) and the grilled haloumi cheese with dipping spices and spreads in Cairns (that I have no clue about) rank among my favorite tastes.
Prince Stormageddon.
Dark Lord of all!
Since West Anaximander, this title will be need to be obtained by hand to hand combat. An aspirant and the Dark Lord will enter, a Dark Lord and no one leave.
I got my money on the Krushnic kid.
Worked too fervently today, did not send off the package for my sister. I hate time sensitive tasks that get more expensive as time goes on--I had the package in my car! The non-work time to grab it, label it, and take it to the mailroom before closing.
SHIT. Not small box to Fl by Friday. I can drive around tomorrow in the lunch break I never take when working from home and compare prices (hmm, can I weight it on my kitchen scale and prie it online?) -- mailing from work is great because a) multiple choices, one location b) corporate discount c) the guy has never asked me for shipping. Maybe they're docking my pay, maybe I'm lucky, charming, or incompetent.
I now expect Chris Evans to live in my building and be amused at me in the stairwell or hallway. If two movies say it, it's true, right?
As I discovered with the flatbread I made for lunch, too much liquid is contraindicated.
Especially not the molten fury of blueberries and balsamic vinegar.
have you seen the gender-swapped video for "Blurred Lines?" I have not yet watched this, but I assume NSFW.
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I'm embarrassed how much I like that song. Even though the lyrics are sketchy (and, seriously, I can think of 20 things that rhyme with "hug me," and none of them are "fuck me" BECAUSE IT DOESN'T RHYME WITH "HUG ME" WHAT IS WRONG WITH ROBIN THICKE?).
Can anyone recommend a good, amateur-friendly Indian cookbook, particularly one that's vegetarian or has a big vegetarian section?
I am not at all embarrassed at how much I like that song, and don't mind that "fuck me" doesn't at all rhyme with "hug me." But that version is AWESOME.
I went to trivia! There were five teams (including the bartenders), and we came in second on the strength of our (representative's) rock-paper-scissors game.
Kate, I have no personal experience, but feel like the answer is Madhur Jaffrey?
I like that song more than I should, and love the gender-swap.
So, there is a UCLA professor who is on twitter and he posted 2 instagram photos that are Weiner-like, (as in Anthony), Weiner-reminiscent. The first one had his address on it, so I tweeted him and said, you might want to delete this tweet because it has your address on it. I found his house in 5 minutes.
OMG, Le Nubian. That is messed up.
I love that video! I've only heard the song twice--once on Graham Norton, and then one to see what the fuss was over the video. I love the remake, and spit upon the people who say that putting the men in glitter and makeup made them gay and not subverting anything at all.
Shit, I googled "first kiss" for research for a pic, and I'm having fluttery feelings instead of, you know, drawing.
AND I found the open browser window where I'd selected Colin's birthday card and not sent it. Meanwhile, some other medical unprofessional used his (emergency) number as the emergency of scheduling an oxygen saturation test totally warrants escalation. I HAVEN'T ANSWERED TWO CALLS. ONE OF THEM WAS TODAY.. I yelled at them last time, and I'm going to have to yell at them again.
