Since my last post (awhile ago, I know, so sue me), I have learned that I too can make a restaurant style chicken salad in the comfort and privacy of my own home. The only problem is that I burned the outside of the chicken before the inside got cooked. Actually, it wasn't burned, it was caramelized. Also, when I was transferring the chicken breasts to the plate, one slid out from between the slippery metal prongs of the ginormous tongs I was using and plummeted to the floor below. I am not even going to tell you when the last time I swept the floor was.
Okay, I will tell you. It was not recently.
Obviously I am no Martha Stewart.
I am pretty sure that 'hi-jinks' do not ensue when Martha Stewart cooks.
Thank you.
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Monday, December 6, 2010
I Sure Am Having Fun Spellchecking My 313 Page Novel, Which Does Seem To Have A Lot Of Errors. This Is Taking For-Eeever!
Aah…conformity.
Seriously. Proper spelling is for people who think inside the box.
Oh well. I guess this is what I get for turning off that red squiggly line thing that corrects while you type. But it was getting so distracting! I mean, I am not just a bad speller, I am a bad typist, just so you understand the situation here. I miss a lot of letters.
Mavis Beacon, you did me no good, although maybe that was because I never took you out of the box.
Oh well. I guess this is what I get for turning off that red squiggly line thing that corrects while you type. But it was getting so distracting! I mean, I am not just a bad speller, I am a bad typist, just so you understand the situation here. I miss a lot of letters.
Mavis Beacon, you did me no good, although maybe that was because I never took you out of the box.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
If I Got My Mom A *Really* *Good* Christmas Present Last Year, Does That Mean I Can Give Her Nothing This Year?
A skein of the luxurious wool yarn (in delicate mauve) that I used to hand knit my mother a scarf for last year's Christmas gift.
How am I supposed to top that?
Also, that is mauve, isn't it? Does anyone besides interior decorators really know what mauve is? All I know, it is definitely my mother's color.
Also also, do you need any mauve yarn? I have leftovers.
Also, that is mauve, isn't it? Does anyone besides interior decorators really know what mauve is? All I know, it is definitely my mother's color.
Also also, do you need any mauve yarn? I have leftovers.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Kitty Kat Time
A post-holiday nap is always better with a trusty sidekick.
'Nuff said. And happy napping.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Short Films About My Life
Unfortunately, for the pictorial portion of the blog, my camera is out of batteries.
On Sunday, the movie was called 'The Catastrophist.' That all with my boyfriend turned out to be sort of fine.
Last night the movie was called 'Cooking with Martha,' or really, more appropriately, 'Watching My Boyfriend Cook With Martha' as he carefully prepared two pies for this year's Thanksgiving repast. Pecan and blackberry, thank you very much. But don't worry. I will be kept very busy tomorrow stirring the mashed potato flakes into the boiling water.
(Yes Martha. The mashed potatoes are coming from a box. I've already sampled a few portions during a fish dinner sometime last week and they are creamy and delicious.)
Today the movie is called 'Cinderella' because I will be stuck at home cleaning while my wicked stepsister, my boyfriend, leaves the house for a glamorous day sweating over his desk as an engineer in the solar energy industry. He only has to work 10 hours a day and do the job of a small army, so I'd say I might be getting the short end of the stick.
Hmm. Maybe if the weather gets nicer, I'll head to the pool after I clean the bathroom, which could have been done this weekend had someone (me) not said she would do it later.
Of course, the feature film event doesn't happen until tomorrow and I have no idea what it will be called, but certainly the word 'ham' will be in the title because that is what we are serving. Or, on the other hand, perhaps simply 'Meat Thermometer' will suffice. Thank you.
On Sunday, the movie was called 'The Catastrophist.' That all with my boyfriend turned out to be sort of fine.
Last night the movie was called 'Cooking with Martha,' or really, more appropriately, 'Watching My Boyfriend Cook With Martha' as he carefully prepared two pies for this year's Thanksgiving repast. Pecan and blackberry, thank you very much. But don't worry. I will be kept very busy tomorrow stirring the mashed potato flakes into the boiling water.
(Yes Martha. The mashed potatoes are coming from a box. I've already sampled a few portions during a fish dinner sometime last week and they are creamy and delicious.)
Today the movie is called 'Cinderella' because I will be stuck at home cleaning while my wicked stepsister, my boyfriend, leaves the house for a glamorous day sweating over his desk as an engineer in the solar energy industry. He only has to work 10 hours a day and do the job of a small army, so I'd say I might be getting the short end of the stick.
Hmm. Maybe if the weather gets nicer, I'll head to the pool after I clean the bathroom, which could have been done this weekend had someone (me) not said she would do it later.
Of course, the feature film event doesn't happen until tomorrow and I have no idea what it will be called, but certainly the word 'ham' will be in the title because that is what we are serving. Or, on the other hand, perhaps simply 'Meat Thermometer' will suffice. Thank you.
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