Holy cripes. I have several logs of stuffs-to-be-baked cooling in the refrigerator and holy hell, girlfriends, why did I ever make myself go through all of this holiday bakingry nonsense without machinery? For the first time, I prepared a batch of sables and a batch of crackers with the help of my new BFFs, KitchenAid Stand Mixer and Cuisinart ( Read more... )

Phuck, shoot, cripes, and BULL-cripes.

I mean, GOSH DARN IT ALL TO FIRETRUCKING HECK.

Is it me or has the cussing in this bloghole rapidly diminished?

I want to leave it up to you all to remedy that. Tell me a very dirty, filled-to-the-detestably-mildewed-brim story.

I WANT DIRT, GODARD DUNG IT.

I just spent a ridiculous length of time making soup. It didn't involve homemade stock or anything like that. Just a pureed beet soup with sauteed apples. The problem with purees is that you have to, you know, puree the stuff in batches and then strain it. My partener thought the soup sounded intriguing and I said "yeah sure", forgetting the ( Read more... )

Kittens, can any of you recommend a good recording of Handel's Messiah?

Or anything else, really? Thanks.

"That was quite the film you made there, Mr. Disney, but what are you gonna call it?"

"The Aristocats!"

Seriously, though, I'm finally unpacking all of my mixed musical media and I'm finding a lot of crap that has either every place or no place at all in this newish apartment. Like The Aristocats. I think somebody gifted me with this either as ( Read more... )

NEW DRINK SPATIAL!

Totemo Groovy: Two ounces of half-and-half, bittersweet chocolate, a drop of orange essence, and a touch of Monin violet...steamed together into a fragrant, gooey mass.

Groovy sekai wa totemo groovy!
Ureshiku naru kurai groovy!
Negai goto wo subete kanau!
GROOVY GROOVY DAY!Your turn! Tell me your deepest, darkest, creepiest ( Read more... )

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A few weekends ago, I hiked a mountain of fish from a boat. Wait, no, that was Mount Rainier, and it was merely the Skyline Trail. And by "merely", I mean, "I am dreadfully out of shape and pushing a mop and pulling coffee for eight to whateverthefuck hours a day doesn't constitute aerobic exercise although more than a few of my coworkers and/or ( Read more... )

One of the few bands to whom I display an embarassingly dorkish devotion will be playing their very last show ever and I mean ever at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland tonight. I was hoping against hopes that they might make a miraculous appearance at Homo Agogo because nothing would make my urethral cups overfloweth more than the idea of seeing ( Read more... )

1. In one sentence, explain what ended your last relationship ( Read more... )