You better tell that girl to shut up
Except for updating my little "Currents" column, I had absolutely nothing new to add to the site this week. No recipes, that's for sure. Saturday night I tried to improve upon the formula for the Apricot Chicken wings. I replaced the apricot with peaches, and added some stuff, namely peanut butter, honey, and like a teaspoon of barbecue sauce. This sounded good in my head, but the recipe TOTALLY bombed.
They were not great at all. You know how your mouth and teeth feel after eating a big, gooey peanut butter sandwich? This is what it felt like to eat this chicken wings, only worse. Blech. There are some leftovers in the fridge, and I don't think anyone is going to eat them; I know I won't. At least there was also yummy cheesy rice at that meal... mmm... cheese and rice.
Early Sunday morning, I drove into good old P-town to sit on another radio show that's done at the place I might work at (please please please!). It was pretty neat... the system wasn't as evil and complicated as I thought it would be, which is also not to say I wouldn't need more instruction. I took a couple of calls and it was scary but I didn't do too badly. At least I won't have to actually talk on the radio... I would so die.
It was really nice driving when hardly anyone else was around. My only issues was this dumbass in a blue SUV following me close on Lone Tree when I was already going over the speed limit (hee hee), and some other dumbass in a little blue car going slow on Buchanan. That one I did not mind as much, because I was going to be embarrassingly early if I went at normal or higher speed. I drove past my old house and considered stopping by a church (the one I was baptized in, incidentally), but remembered that I have never gone to any church on a major holiday, and would probably unknowingly commit some major faux pas, and be sentenced to hell... more so. D'oh.
Got back home, got my Easter basket... yay for chocolates, a Lisa Frank notebook, a pair of "J'adore (purses)" socks, and a Strawberry Margarita lip balm. The packaging on said balm noted that "THIS PRODUCT DOES NOT CONTAIN ALCOHOL." Damn.
In the afternoon we went to my grandma's house... there was too much food, as usual, and all of it yummy. The menu:
SNACKS: Ribs, chips and dip, stuffed eggs
MAIN DISH: Ham
SIDES: Zucchini quiche, macaroni and cheese, macaroni salad, beans, potato salad, green salad, asparagus, rolls
DESSERTS: Chocolate pie, coconut pie, lemon meringue pie, fruit pizza, strawberry jello mold, jello eggs
We got most of this stuff sent home with us, somehow... boo for fatness.
Writing has been going quite slow lately, which is not really good... I had wanted to get as much done as possible in case I get the job (please please please!). I should go do that right now... but will I? I suppose we'll see.
Oh yeah, yesterday I kept amusing everyone with my Calamity Jane impression... she wasn't on "Deadwood" last night, boo.
They were not great at all. You know how your mouth and teeth feel after eating a big, gooey peanut butter sandwich? This is what it felt like to eat this chicken wings, only worse. Blech. There are some leftovers in the fridge, and I don't think anyone is going to eat them; I know I won't. At least there was also yummy cheesy rice at that meal... mmm... cheese and rice.
Early Sunday morning, I drove into good old P-town to sit on another radio show that's done at the place I might work at (please please please!). It was pretty neat... the system wasn't as evil and complicated as I thought it would be, which is also not to say I wouldn't need more instruction. I took a couple of calls and it was scary but I didn't do too badly. At least I won't have to actually talk on the radio... I would so die.
It was really nice driving when hardly anyone else was around. My only issues was this dumbass in a blue SUV following me close on Lone Tree when I was already going over the speed limit (hee hee), and some other dumbass in a little blue car going slow on Buchanan. That one I did not mind as much, because I was going to be embarrassingly early if I went at normal or higher speed. I drove past my old house and considered stopping by a church (the one I was baptized in, incidentally), but remembered that I have never gone to any church on a major holiday, and would probably unknowingly commit some major faux pas, and be sentenced to hell... more so. D'oh.
Got back home, got my Easter basket... yay for chocolates, a Lisa Frank notebook, a pair of "J'adore (purses)" socks, and a Strawberry Margarita lip balm. The packaging on said balm noted that "THIS PRODUCT DOES NOT CONTAIN ALCOHOL." Damn.
In the afternoon we went to my grandma's house... there was too much food, as usual, and all of it yummy. The menu:
SNACKS: Ribs, chips and dip, stuffed eggs
MAIN DISH: Ham
SIDES: Zucchini quiche, macaroni and cheese, macaroni salad, beans, potato salad, green salad, asparagus, rolls
DESSERTS: Chocolate pie, coconut pie, lemon meringue pie, fruit pizza, strawberry jello mold, jello eggs
We got most of this stuff sent home with us, somehow... boo for fatness.
Writing has been going quite slow lately, which is not really good... I had wanted to get as much done as possible in case I get the job (please please please!). I should go do that right now... but will I? I suppose we'll see.
Oh yeah, yesterday I kept amusing everyone with my Calamity Jane impression... she wasn't on "Deadwood" last night, boo.
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