![Is there an unsaid rule that bar cookies have to be heavy and gooey? Two weeks ago […] I fell for something in the bakery case called peach shortbread, cut into bars. But instead of being thick and intense, it was delicate, light and barely sweet — a thin layer of shortbread, even thinner slices of peach and the faintest sprinkling of streusel on top. I knew I had to share it.
We’re glad you did, SK, so very glad you did.](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l86jhkWZix1qz7gs7o1_500.jpg)
Is there an unsaid rule that bar cookies have to be heavy and gooey? Two weeks ago […] I fell for something in the bakery case called peach shortbread, cut into bars. But instead of being thick and intense, it was delicate, light and barely sweet — a thin layer of shortbread, even thinner slices of peach and the faintest sprinkling of streusel on top. I knew I had to share it.
We’re glad you did, SK, so very glad you did.
Congratulations! Meet the winners of Bundle's Bring Your Lunch to Work contest
My last post reminded me that I won something! For the first time in my life! My prize was a lunch box. :)
What’s in Nora Leah Sherman’s lunch: Greens pie with kale and Swiss chard from her garden and beet greens. Kale and arugula salad with sweet potato and Parmiggiano-Reggiano. Romantic aside: She picked the kale and arugula the night before, in the rain. Judges note: “Nora created a balanced, sustainable and, seemingly, quite satisfying meal.” [emphasis mine … I get romantic with my greens]
BRING IT.
orecchiette in feta sauce, with roasted turkey and sun-dried tomatoes: fear not the white pasta! show it love with feta and tender roasted turkey. this dish makes people smile - i’ve seen it!
We eat no pasta in our home. M. keeps that girlish figure with a strict regimen of lean proteins, grilled vegetables, and Kettle chips. The man is a slut for Kettle chips. I like to keep my sugars and carbs where I can see them: homemade chocolate chip cookies (or these).* However something like this — where the pasta is almost a condiment — looks appealing. The only problem is that M. is a purist: he insists that if pasta is on the offing it be the star, as the Italians do. Sigh. You can’t please a slut and a purist. (For more on pasta-as-condiment, see this.)
* Not quite true, I also make judicious use of carbs in whole wheat pizza and greens pie.
Yeah, yeah, yeah 9/02/10 day. Here’s the Flaming Lips (via).
I skipped the food-photos (yes, I DO skip food-photos) but a few weeks ago we ate at Vandaag, a new Dutch restaurant on 2nd Ave., and it was terrific. I recommend sitting at the bar: inspired genever and aquavit cocktails served by six-foot-three Dutchmen. Proost!
PS: The interior is as good-looking as the barkeep.
LA police have identified the owner of a trunk in which the mummified remains of a baby and a fetus were found.
What a story … my mind races to fill in the tragic details….
Investigators said Thursday the trunk belonged to Janet M. Barrie, who immigrated to the U.S. from Scotland in the mid-1920s.
She was the home nurse for a Los Angeles dentist and died in 1992, leaving behind a trunk filled with her belongings and the bodies of two infants wrapped in newspapers.
The trunk was found Aug. 17 in the basement of an apartment building.
Authorities have not determined a cause of death of the babies, one of which was newborn and the other a fetus of about 20 weeks.
Investigators tracked down relatives of Barrie in Canada and are awaiting DNA tests to determine how the babies may have been connected to her.
Hey everybody! It’s going to be ok — thanks to your kind words!
No Noras shall be shot in the head (no matter how annoying & klutzy she is)!
My arm shall receive medical attention!
Renter’s insurance shall be purchased!
Glenn Beck shall die in a freak water-skiing accident!
And puppies shall be rolypoly and adorable forever more, amen!
Also:
The reason I spilled the coffee is because my right shoulder/arm has been spazzing and going through periodic waves of paralysis; last week I could barely move for 24 hours because my back hurt so much. So I am probably fucked in much more profound and permanent ways than a broken computer.
YAY!
I’m fucked - but how fucked am I? (Advice requested)
Greetings from your neighborhood fuckwad. Nice to meet you. They call me Nora, aka the fucking klutz who doesn’t deserve nice things. (Excuse my fucks.)
I spilled iced coffee on my beautiful 1-year-old Macbook Pro two days ago (FUCK!!!!). Apple will charge $1240 to refurbish (double fuck!). Tekserve will charge $250 to clean it, nonrefundable, no guarantees it will work (fuck?).
Once they open it they’ll tell me what needs to be replaced. That will definitely include keyboard, possibly the Smartboard (about $900). There is a decent chance I will end up spending around $1240 through Tekserve, tho it could be less ($500-1000? who knows?). They warned me that if they end up having to replace a lot of parts it would be more expensive than Apple’s complete refurbishment because they have to buy parts at a higher cost.
If it matters, the coffee spilled in the upper right edge of the keyboard; it worked for 24 hours although the delete and return buttons and a few others did not. Then it stopped working completely. Now it sorta turns out but doens’t boot completely.
So my question is this: do I gamble on Tekserve ($250++)? Do I go with Apple ($1240)? Do I buy a new laptop for $1700 + tax (I work for a university & get the education discount)?
Do I shoot myself in the fucking head?
A girl could get stuff done here.
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