Love Borgosian, Bon!
Man. Me too.
He nearly killed me in the front row of a show at the Barnes of Wolftrap. (my deathly allergy vs. his unexpected-character driven cigarette on stage feet from my nose.) and was extremely sweet about it. Teased me all night in a very gentle, surprising way.
I was struck by the fellow sitting next to my boyfriend who claimed to have never been to a Bogosian show but that he'd heard that the front row usually gets spit on. His reaction was an unsettlingly violent he just better NOT meaning...please give me something to make an ass of myself over.
His hung puppy disappointment at the end was one of the funniest moments in a very well-crafted evening of entertainment.
So macerating is just mashed up berries sitting in some kind of juice, then?
Yes, or just sitting in their own juice, even. I mean, as far as I know. That's my primary understanding of the word. I've also used it when I've sliced up strawberries, and sugared them, and let them sit in the fridge over night. They get juicier (or that is, some of the juice leaks out and then the berry slices macerate in that juice).
But can they macerate without the sugar?
Life is hard. I'm annoyed at it right now.
And here I thought maceration involved teeth.
Having decided to go to Maine tomorrow, I'm ditzing around instead of getting my clothes and packing in, like, order. Good thing I didn't buy up a bunch of food in a big grocery run today....
That's mastication, Theo.
Macerating is marinating but for fruit. Like how roasting is baking but for meat.
The more you macerate the less you have to masticate.
Test chicken is in the oven. I keep feeling like I've forgotten something because the recipe is fairly simple.
Well, at least I have an out if my guest doesn't like it.
Oh, dear. Now I'm earwormed with a filked up version of Macarena.
(Hey, Macerater!)
::gives Cindy the stinkeye::
::can't stop humming::
Yeah, I'm still stink-eying msbelle for her earworm from yesterday, which I won't repeat for the lucky few who've forgotten.
Oh, Cindy you are MEAN. Mean queen of earworms. Damn.
Also, it is VERY HARD to turn someone down when your head is saying one thing and your heart (and groin) are saying something entirely different. Damn.
