Archive for the ‘ FOOD ’ Category
While I’ve been writing a lot of private entries lately, some banalities are worth sharing. We hold the deliciousness of cheese popcorn to be self-evident! Particularly since I broke a tooth at 2am, eating out of that 5-gallon tub of popcorn I’ve been talking about. Actually, I’m not sure what happened, since I was eating [ READ MORE ]
I don’t know what that portends, but I feel like it might be connected to this event: A Chinaman hacked a loogie into my garbage can at work today. The three of us stared at him staring at his own mucus. Mnogo obicham ![ READ MORE ]
What with my mother obsessively hooked on WeightWatchers and living with four (yes, FOUR) stick-thin European chicks who eat tuna and ramen and salads and– shudder- Lean Cuisines. I mean, I still remember that time that they ate the last of my potatoes, but that was a fluke in their dietary system. I left class at [ READ MORE ]
It’s been a while, but I counted that Handerpants post as the 12th wh-a-t?. Disclaimer: It’s weird remembering that brief period when I actually had a family but to use a favorite phrase of my late grandmother, “You make yourself sound like a paper asshole.” The ‘you’ referring to me, the main self and primary unit. [ READ MORE ]
But it’s late in the day, and you’re well on your way. What was golden went gray and I’m suddenly shy. Try a little levity. Of all the dilemmas to resolve and questions to ask and things to gush about, perhaps cupcakes are an unusual choice. However– and most importantly– Butter Lane Cupcakes (off St. Mark’s) understands the [ READ MORE ]
Thoughts before 1pm, four hours left. Gorilla glue, paint glue, glitter paint. Three yellow rubber ducks in a red mesh bag and blue toilet bowl cleaner. I’ll surely have something to say by this time tomorrow, (aside from REMEMBER THE MAINE/TO HELL WITH SPAIN) but consider this the deep breath before the plunge. Or, uh, similar metaphor for finding courage in [ READ MORE ]
Today’s theme: baking with alcohol. Beev tweeted this to me: http://noblepig.com/2009/12/02/guinness-sundae.aspx No one in my house drinks Guinness, so I have none. Otherwise I’d make this in a heartbeat! Dilemma last December in my apartment: gingerbread cookies but no molasses on hand. Brilliant, thinking that molten sugar-water would work well enough. . . Until it cooled off and [ READ MORE ]
Day two of my spectacular return to Ramapo: Someone is making mashed potatoes in the kitchen. This would hardly be an extraordinary occasion, except they’re using my potatoes and they didn’t ask me. I also wouldn’t care if I weren’t so goddamned cranky right now. I went to refill my jasmine tea from the kettle and I [ READ MORE ]
Hoping everyone had a merry Christmas! Mine was better-than-average. My brother stayed overnight, beginning afternoon-time of the 24th, which made it the longest time we’ve seen him since he lived at home . . . Seven years ago? Something like that. The two of us shoveled out the firepit and burned up a garbage can’s [ READ MORE ]
Y’know it’s almost fall ! I had my first pumpkin spice latte of the season. Without the nice little mug, though. No mugs for me. Strictly cardboard for travelin’. Last night’s party was nearly negligible from memory due to the amount of douchiness being emitted from some random gaggle of DOODZ (. . . And [ READ MORE ]
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