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Absolutely not. Not one little bit. (Life is too short to count calories. Live hard, die young, and leave a pretty corpse behind.)

I made poutine. Nom nom nom. (Possibly the best bad-for-you food in the world.)



And, yes, those are real cheddar cheese curds. One of the advantages to living in Canada is that you can actually GET them at your local supermarket.

AND ZOMG I'M EATING IT AND THE CURDS ARE *SQUEAKING!* YAY! IT'S *REAL*! (Well, ok, if I want REAL, I'm going to have to not buy "poutine sauce" and rather go to Quebéc and get some from a street vendor. But STILL. I was told squeaking curds are the sign of "real" poutine.)

I didn't quite get the proportions right. Too much gravy and cheese, not enough fries. And I didn't make the gravy hot enough to melt the cheese. But that's ok. Something to work towards next time.

Well, not so much an experiment, but a declaration.

I've finally figured out the trick to making tuna melts that taste like my parents' (or, I suppose, like tuna melts at all).

You wanna know the trick?

THE TEMPERATURE OF THE PAN.

I've basically learned that, no, you shouldn't just always crank everything up to high. High will not make it cook any faster. Well, it DOES, but that's the problem. It cooks too quickly. The outside burns and the inside never gets heated.

So, yes. When making tuna melts, turn the heat/gas onto medium. Melt your butter in the pan. Assemble the sandwich. Fry the one side, while putting the butter on the other side. Flip (that's kinda tricky too. Doing it quickly is the trick.) and wait for the other side to cook.

So yes. Now I can successfully make a tuna melt. If you'd like the recipe sometime, I'll put it down.

I had haggis for the first time last night. It was tasty. Thanks to fixx for getting it for me. (In exchange, I introduced him to Welsh Rarebit, so it's all good.)

I promise I'll write about Gaylaxicon and Ren Fest and the buttload of new friends I've made. No, RLY.

Stolen from faceless_wonder
UPDATED ON 6/15/2009

( Bold what you’ve eaten. Strike what you wouldn’t ever consider eating. )
And, yes, you heard me. There's nothing there I won't try. Blame my mother. :-)

I suppose I should update.

( What I did )

( What I'm going to do )

( Costume Ideas? )

( Computer Problems )

So that's what's going on in my life.

God, I'm *HUNGRY*, man!

Can anyone ELSE here say: "two-all-beef-patties-special-sauce-lettuce-cheese-pickles-onions-on-a-sesame-seed-bun"?

Hungry.

Ok... and then I burped again, and that terrible flavor came in my mouth and I feel like my stomach is damn near on its way to being on fire (feels like a hot coal is smoldering in it) and I feel queasy.

And now it's a battle between hungry and queasy.

Hungry: Big Mac. Those Buffalo Chicken Taquitos from 7-11. Anything bad for me with lots of different tastes (hmm, I seem to be hung up on the buffalo foods concept).

HUNGRY WINS THE ROUND!

(For those of you NOT interested in reading my drunken ramblings, I sincerely apologize. Truly.)

Man, I want mac and cheese SO FUCKING BAD.

So I made latkes.
So the mix made WAY TOO MANY latkes.
Please, please, please come to my house and eat latkes!

They're a little on the oniony side (damn, I guess this leaves out herodotusjr), and I have cinnamon applesauce to go with them.

Just drop me an IM or give me a call or just head over!

I'm serious about this... I've got to have SOMEONE help me eat all these latkes!

***

Oh, and help me find a Pesach seder to go to tonight. This night is different from all other nights and I don't want to miss out on it. :-)

I'm bleeding from my twat. Finally. w00h00!
However, this means I'm bleeding from my twat. And my emotions are all over the fucking place. So I'm on the warpath. Approach with caution.

(I wanna know what's up with my being a week late 2 months in a row. This is NOT LIKE my body. I'm usually regular down to 3 days [and it's usually late]. It's starting to concern me.)


( Let's see. Last night. [cut because it's LONG, biatch!] )
Hag Sameach to my Jewish friends! Oh, and asciilifeform and devvieish, when are you having your alternative seder? I hope it's tomorrow (or at least not tonight), because I'm thinking of going back to the Crucible tonight.

I'm being a naughty girl and trying to convince trinityva to come and play with me. She has quite the evil imagination... and I'm eating it up like a kitten lapping from a saucer of milk. :-D
She had a rough night last night, so we're probably going to settle on dinner. But since it's Pesach, I have to figure out non-leavened bread dinner (I don't keep actual full kosher on this. I just don't eat leavened breadstuffs). I'm thinking maybe sushi?

Ok... I'll stop babbling now and post this.
/me gives a casual, whole handed salute (think Ock in Spider-Man 2 when he tells Spider-Man "you have a train to catch")