As long as there is no EVOO involved. :dubious:
Does extra virgin olive oil come from extremely unfucked olives? :dubious:
I don’t even know what EVOO means!
I gather that makes me almost Adonis-like… 
ETA: Oh, so that’s what it means… VBob, you have shorn me of my “See no EVOO” super-power :mad:
Lunch, it’s obvious that VBob was jealous of your untainted status and how irresistible it makes you to the women of the MMP.
(s’OK, I still have a soft spot for scottish-looking semitic types)
White chocolate isn’t even real chocolate. Pfft. So y’all can help yourselves… I’ll be in the corner munching on some bittersweet, thankyouverymuch.
Nigella is a goddess.
So is Nigel Slater. Well, a god.
Jamie Oliver is annoying.
I like Alton Brown. (hangs head)
I have a special weakness for the geeky types.
Alton’s my man, too, when it comes to cooking shows. I liked Rachel at first, but she came out with one too many EVOO’s * … and I lost it. Although because of her I did start using a garbage bowl, which I like a lot because I cut up a lot of fruits and vegetables.
- Extra Virgin Olive Oil
I’m back from back-to-back academic recognition ceremonies at my older two children’s schools. Torture. TORTURE! I ended up reading “What Ho Jeeves” on my Treo during this last one (when I was sure my son wasn’t up for some award). It was hard not to guffaw sometimes.
Oooh, chocolate! Thanks, Zed! You can hang out with the cool kidz anytime…
Rachel Ray has no neck, man hands and she’s a terrorist to boot! I’ll pass, thanks… If you can find the Countdown segment on this (aired 5/28,) watch it just to see Keith Olbermann go on about “TERRORIST SCARVES!” because that’s just pure comedy gold.
Himself was all teh sick yesterday, fever, vertigo, body aches, the lot. I brought him some lethal chicken soup from the pho place around the corner from work and today he’s skipping about like a slightly arthritic goat. Marvelous stuff, chicken soup–good for what ails ya. The nice Vietnamese ladies were a tad perplexed because I came in at lunch to get a batch for my boss who’s also teh sick, then stopped by again after work for Himself–I explained that they were furnishing the Health Elixir of the Gods to the infirm and they thought that was very funny. So, for all of you sickies go to your local restaurant that serves pho, get something chicken and make sure you load up on the basil and the hot chili oil. No matter what your problem is, that will go a looooong way toward fixing it.
Donkeybear, I’m sorry but I have to go along with the NO MANPRIS viewpoint here. You are more than welcome to try to change our minds, though, but it will take a picture which is unequivocally flattering to make any headway–ball is in your court, mister!
Yarr, I gotta get goin’–cya!
YUUUUUUCKKKK!
But why the hell did the bagel shop / deli even have sour cream?
Because it was a Coast Guard mess, and the respective condiments are in identically shaped little sealed cups.
Today is shaping up to be much better than yesterday. I wish I could get rid of this stress-induced light-headedness, though.
Welcome to ye, Zed! Did you remember to bring beerverages for the boys?
All I’ve seen is a picture of Rachel Ray and I still want to punch her. The only cooking show I watch is Good Eats because Alton Brown is Da Man.
Bobbio: Sour cream on a bagel? gackgackgack
Coast Guard mess? Come down here for an hour. This here place wherein I sit is the official government depository for the Coast Guard Auxiliary. I will SHOW you a Coast Guard mess!
Haze, if you ever teach another feminist studies class, I have the perfect movie for you to round the year out with: Teeth. The Bad Movie Society watched this last night. It is high-larious. It’s supposed to be a feminist horror flick, but by the third time someone gets an appendage bitten off by the heroine’s hoo-ha it’s just a good laugh.
A bagel with sour cream? That is an abomination before Og! How dare they make that mixup? I say instead of slathering Rachel Ray with EVOO, we slather that Coast Guard mess idiot with sour cream!
Welcome, Zed! But shouldn’t we be calling you Kiwi, or is that too obvious? And I’ll share some of the white chocolate and the dark chocolate, thankyewverymuch! You guys can have the milk chocolate, though. And I’ll even be nice enough to leave some of the dark chocolate for Mooom before she gets mad and grounds us all! 
I am here today. I not only have a serious case of the Don’t Wannas, I have a case of the I’m Not Gonna Do’s. I guess that’s what happens when one has less than zero motivation and no imminent deadlines (well, except for work that was already late when I got it, so why should I kill myself to rush on it now?). And a beautiful sunny day to enjoy.
I’ve not seen chicken soup at the pho restaurants I’ve been to. I’ll have to check the one down the street; they have more than just pho, although I’ve never tried anything else – why move beyond what’s best? Pho is definitely the best fast food ever, though. The feeling of virtuousness because of its healthiness that accompanies it certainly doesn’t hurt anything, either!
I asked Papa Tigs to stop by on his way home last night and get a bottle of Isaac’s buffered aspirin for his arthritis – yes, aspirin works wonders for dogs with arthritis, plus with a stomach like a lab’s, you don’t really need to worry about it upsetting them! – and so what does he bring home? A bottle of enteric coated baby aspirin. :smack: How many baby aspirin does it take to equal one regular aspirin? I threw out the old bottle or I’d check it. I may just go get the right thing anyway and give away the enteric baby aspirin; Papa Tigs can’t take it (ulcers) and I don’t need it, and I’m not sure about dogs and enteric coated aspirin. Sigh. Apparently Papa Tigs was more tired than he’d realized.
I know I had some amusing tale to tell you folks about, but it escapes me. So I shall go back to doing what I’ve been doing thus far today, drooling over knitting catalogs and contemplating knitting. Not actually knitting because my thumb joint is still recovering from that godawful Microsoft keyboard that caused it to hurt like hell with only a few weeks’ use, but contemplating what I might try next.
Although I guess I do have one knitting “project” I could do now – get some storage drawers to put in the spot where the bookcase that we gave snowbunny used to reside back in the dining/sewing room. Then I can organize a bunch of my yarn that’s currently stored in Mardi Gras bead bags (hey, they’re great bags – sturdy plastic-coated, handles, zipper top, bug-proof and can carry a lot of weight).
But, of course, that requires actually doing something. So I shall contemplate doing that today, along with everything else I’m contemplating [del]but not actually[/del] doing today. :rolleyes:
ETA: Teeth sounds like a great movie! Any movie that includes the description, “Dawn experiences both the pitfalls and the power of being a living example of the vagina dentata myth,” has to be a winner!
Urgh. A very enthusiastic friend just asked me again to reopen my Myspace account so I can participate in a discussion about the doctrine of Purgatroy.
Look, dude, I ca’t get back in. The damn people have never ever emailed me back (couple of requests over a couple of years), I hate Myspace, I don’t even know what my bloody screenname was anymore, and we’ve had this argument two hundred and thirty-three times over overpriced hot [DEL]chocolate[/DEL] lattes.
Yes, same guy who sent me a twenty-page essay on Luther and the intercession of the saints.
Update: Nelly has a yeast infection in her ears, Thrak is a boy(Shrinkage! :eek: ) and both have fleas. Looks like I gotta work tonight, too.
Welcome Zed!
Soapy, I prefer Alton myself. Hope the TMI clears up soon.
Alton Brown. swwwwwooooooooooooooons
Geek + foodie + mad kitchen skilz = YUM!
The caf had moussaka for lunch today, and it was actually marginally edible. For dessert, there was a 2 hr [del]screaming session[/del] meeting to discuss an ongoing issue, at the end of which everyone agreed that there is definitely an issue and that we should resolve it. We’re meeting again next week to [del]throw thinly veiled insults at each other[/del] review potential solutions for this issue. Kill me. Kill me now.
Off to Visio myself back to sanity. Writing processes is my light at the end of the tunnel, because anything can look sane and reasonable and manageable once you’ve laid it out in a nice flowchart. Even xkcd agrees with me.
Aw, stop picking on Rae Ray. She used to be on local tv at home way back when. And I like some of her recipes (although not the ones with bbq sauce!). It’s just nice to have recipes that don’t take forever (although they do take more than 1/2 an hour) and that usually have lots of veggies in them.
At least she’s not Sandra Lee!
For some reason that I can’t really identify, I can’t stand Nigella. And KeithT hates Bobby Flay. But we do both like Alton.
I finally took some knitting pictures. Here’s a scarf I started. And here’s the shawl or possible throw I’m also working on. I really like the colors on the shawl/throw.
I also have pics of our tomato plant (with the cat in the picture just 'cause) and the window boxes I filled with flowers on Tuesday.
Tigs, IIRC correctly aspirin is 325mg for standard, 500mg for extra strength and 81mg for baby aspirin. I could be fulla shit, but that sounds right.
doggio, told ya orange kittehs is boyz! Get Revolution for both the dog and kitteh–kills fleas, ticks, heartworm carrying skeeters and ear mites, it is the shit! The link is to the cheapest, most trouble free site I’ve found to order the stuff.
LiLi, Heavens to Purgatroy? 
Dude sounds like a real fun person, laugh a minute–real ball o’fire! How can you resist such a fascinating prospect?
Alton Brown makes me wanna push him over on a kitchen counter top and do eeevil things to him while he tries to keep his glasses on… Don’t know why, just is.
Purty knittin’, **taxi–**I get the urge to knit once in a while but all the inexpensive yarn is polycritter and I can’t bear to even touch the stuff. Oh well… Perhaps I should spin dog hair!
I think my favorite food network guy is Duff Goldman from Ace of Cakes…but at a minimum charge of $500 for a cake…
I’ll make my own.
Alton Brown is the only nerd type I would lick from head to toe. It’s one of my secret shames.
Welcome Zed! It looks like that’s the decided upon nick for ya. Beer is also much appreciated as an offerin’. Just sayin’…
I’ve been a bad bear today. Sorta. I went to work for a while and then left to come home and telecommute the rest of the day. Instead… I’ve been in the pool. Ain’t I a stinker! The water in the pool is 84 degrees Amurrkin. It felt good. I feel better and just couldn’t help myself. I’m also telecommutin’ tomorrow but will be good and work. Matter of fact I’ll work some tonight. For real. Watch me. You’ll see.
Yays, boos, hugs and etc. as appropriate.
I need to figure out some vittles for supper. I’m thinkin’ heated up leftover roast beast, carrots and N.O.T.. I do have some fresh spareguts I could steam. Think I’ll even bake some frozen biscuits cause the roast beast (a pot roast) has gravy and gravy and biscuits is good!
Ok, off to be constructive. Really. I swear. Constructive. Watch me be constructive. Here I go. Constructivity to commence. Soon. For real.
Later Y’all!
Blah. For some reason I feel like sitting and crying for the rest of the evening.
Just woke up from a nap and also finished re-reading for the 500th time The Blue Sword. However, I did not know until today that Robin McKinley was born in the town where TVMan lives. Smart of her to leave it, I say.