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19 March 2012
Think of the fightiest song you can I need some kind of head on take charge something or other.
Honey mustard chicken and seasoned rice roasting in the oven. Work done. People offended. Backhanded apologies offered. Two stiff cocktails down.
Yeah, I feel venty.
Thursday, I'm helping someone accept his imminent death. This means I am totally skipping class Friday.
Disclaimer: don't come running to me whining about little things like extra fat on your ass, heart attacks or strokes. You knew about all the fat going in.
preheat oven to 400 F
2lb potatoes, peeled and sliced (yukon gold, natch)
2 cups 1/2 and 1/2
2 cups whipping cream
1 clove garlic, smashed (this is the recipe; I usually use 4 or 5)
3/4 tsp salt
1/2 tsp white pepper
3/4 lb gruyere cheese, grated
Combine first 6 ingredients, heat to boiling, stirring constantly
Spoon into buttered shallow baking dish
Sprinkle cheese on top
bake at 400 F for 45 minutes
reduce heat to 350 F for 30 minutes
keep an eye on them, and cover if the cheese gets too brown.
I hate the fact that once you lose a certain amount of weight as a woman, you are never allowed to talk about weight ever again. Wow, I could bitch about the associated issues with that all day.
Like how if you say "I've been really busy," it apparently translates to "I am so much busier than you," because everything is really a competition. WTF.
I totally faked it. Milk, cream, no peeling. Not enough guyere. Other cheeses.
Life is an experiment.
Should I document it?
I think the only video I have is imovie.
Well, after the chicken and rice, I really have no room for a tray of cheesy potatoes.
Man, people are going to converge on this place tomorrow like it's a zombie apocalypse.
And so I had to taste it fresh, because I have tattooed the oven burns on my arm, that's the kind of cook I use to be, and it is, with all its flaws and substitutions, potatoey goodness.
You hate me to say
You hate me to say
You hate me to say
And i did not obey.
Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever
Never
Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever
Never
Do
Do hast
Do hast mich
Do
Do hast
Do hast mich
Do
Do hast
Do hast mich
Do hast mich
Do hast mich gefragt
Do hast mich gefragt
Do hast mich gefragt und ich hab nichts gesagt
Will you 'til death be her rider
Her lover too, to stay inside her
Never
Never
Will you until death does sever
Be upright to her forever
Never
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
