Glad to hear it, Burrell! I have undercooked and overcooked it at various times and it was never ruined afaict, ftr. Yay for Franny help!
Nom, molten lava cakes with raspberry centers! And I am with Tim in this as in so many matters.
I am starting to feel like I might actually be sick and not just lazy, low-grade feverish. I'll take some Aleve before I go to bed and hope it's gone by tomorrow. On the plus side, getting through a fair bit of TV in between reading the murder mystery, so not a completely wasted day.
So I found some jobs to apply to, and now I feel like I shouldn't! If I left my job in the current circumstance, it would be kind of a disaster for the people left behind. And none of the jobs seems 100% perfect, so I think I won't bother. Oh well.
It's out of the oven and looks good. Looks a bit, er, homemade, but that's okay too
Homemade is what he wanted, right?
Tough call, Jesse. I guess if none of the jobs you are looking at are really calling to you passing makes sense, but don't stay forever to make things easier for other people!
I know, I know. We'll see how I feel tomorrow, I guess.
I'm sure it's delicious, Burrell! Mmmm....cheesecake.
Given my low-carb aspirations went out the window when the post-church lunch was a tuna-noodle casserole, I just ate a big chunk of chocolate (get it out of the house! Valentine's Day!), and now I regret it.
Banana break with spiced rum for the win. 3 loaves from a double (?) batch.
I am starting to feel like I might actually be sick and not just lazy, low-grade feverish.
Me too. What the heck. My neck and shoulders are all stiff and achey, for no reason I figure, and I feel like I have a bit of a fever. I'm gonna take vitamin C and go to bed.
ION, it's snowing hard here now. We're supposed to get ~7 inches tomorrow, and then Tuesday it'll be 50 degrees. Whatever, Winter.
I love tuna-noodle casserole in that comfort food way, and I grew up with a mom who never made it because that was the kind of food she was running away from when she moved to California. But I have always loved it, and yet, like my mom, I never make it.
A lighter side. Neil Gaiman has caught the Gruniad in what is either an error or a brilliant bit of front-page commentary. Brits will especially appreciate this, but I think the rest of us can pretty much get the gist
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Today started with a complete password meltdown. And not because I forgot it!
I want to cancel today.
