did he yell at you for messing up the date? how dare he!
I am so bad at dates. Former boyfriends have ragged on me about it, but it’s something I can’t quite seem to fix.
Got a job interview for tomorrow - I figured I needed something to supplement my ridiculously low income, and I’m so sick of asking my parents for money. They have enough to do supporting my useless brother. Wish me luck!
Oh, in other news, the cat finally ventured out today. Hopefully I’ll get photos of her soon.
Let’s see…my first kiss was with a neighbor girl. Kind of a “dare” thing. I barely remember it.
The second was a girl that had a crush on me sophomore year of college. I kissed her for her birthday. She said she wanted one, so I gave her one.
I held out on giving my ex some sugar for a while. No specific reason. Hell, I didn’t realize I was doing it, but I made her work like a dog. She pretty much pounced me when we were sleeping one night to initiate a make out session.
“I’m not ready yet!” I yelped, as she came in to kiss me.
She got pissed and stormed off. Hot girls aren’t used to being shot down, especially as hard as that. She got over it and came back, where we made out rather nicely…until we accidentally kicked the Star Wars toy that was at the foot of the bed (the little brother of one of her old friends) and it started flashing and making all sorts of noises and we completely freaked.
No fuzzies or warm feeling here. I can’t remember my last kiss.
I don’t remember my first kiss. Or my last one. :eek:
Ok folks - it’s morning here. I am kinda dopey this morning - Noor had another bad night (woke me up at 3am, 3:30am, 4:15am, 5am, 5:30am and finally at 6:15am) so I think another tooth might poke through soon! ::yawn::
rigs, ghee is just clarified butter. It’s great for frying, but evil in its calorie content. I think ghee is the Hindi word for it (Mika, are you out there???).
Okay - the recipe I used for my Turkish Delight (the traditional recipe obviously does not use gelatin, but rather lots more cornstarch and some cream of tartar, however it also needs to be stirred constantly for more than an hour :eek: ):
Pistachio Rosewater Turkish Delight
Servings: Makes about 36 pieces.
Ingredients
1/2 cup shelled natural pistachios
four 1/4-ounce envelopes unflavored gelatin (about 3 tablespoons or 30 grams)
2 3/4 cups cold water
1 cup cornstarch
3 cups granulated sugar
2 teaspoons lemon juice
5 teaspoons rosewater
about 5 drops red food coloring if desired
1/8 cup cornstarch (additional)
1/2 cup confectioners’ sugar plus additional if necessary
Preparation
- Oil an 8-inch square baking pan and line with plastic wrap. Oil plastic wrap.
In a small saucepan of boiling water blanch pistachios 3 minutes and drain in a sieve. Rinse pistachios under cold running water and pat dry. Rub skins off pistachios and roughly chop. - In a small bowl sprinkle gelatin over ½ cup cold water and let soften (it will form a solid jelly mass – don’t worry!). In another small bowl stir together 3/4 cup cold water and cornstarch.
- In a 4-quart heavy kettle stir together remaining 1½ cups cold water, granulated sugar and lemon juice and bring to a boil over moderate heat, stirring until sugar is dissolved. Stir in gelatin blob and cornstarch mixture and boil over moderate heat, stirring constantly with a wooden spatula for 10 minutes (mixture will become very thick – like Clag-paste). Stir in pistachios, rosewater and food coloring and cook, stirring, for another 1 minute. Pour mixture into baking pan, smoothing top with spatula, and cool. Chill confection, loosely covered, until set (about 4 hours).
- Mix the additional cornstarch and confectioners’ sugar together and sift about half of the mix onto a work surface. Invert confection onto sugar and peel off plastic wrap. Using an oiled knife, cut confection into ½-inch cubes (or larger if you want). Sift remaining mix over cubes and toss to coat. Wrap cubes in parchment paper (do not use wax paper, plastic wrap, or airtight containers because confections will weep) and chill. Turkish delight may be made 2 weeks ahead and kept chilled, wrapped in parchment paper (for best results, do not cube and dust until just before serving).
Enjoy!!!
Off to feed HRH and start the day!
A visit to the chiropractor, a couple percocet and a handful of valium later, and I can at least breathe and sit quietly without screaming.
He said one vertebra (up around T1) was rotated 30 degrees, which explained the huge hard bump sticking out of my neck. As for what triggered this? Step off a curb one day, sleep funny another day, get startled and snap your neck around to see behind you another day, slip in a mud puddle and catch yourself, and so forth… All of those otherwise inconsequential things can add up until the otherwise innocent nudge of reaching for a towel when stepping out of the shower causes the whole house of cards to collapse.
In my case, the collapse caused structural damage - the resulting muscle spasm tore something called a rhomboid and dislocated a rib - that’s why I was more comfortable when not breathing. Bugger! Oh well, time for more meds and an attempt at sleep. Tomorrow’s definitely going to be a stay home and do nothing except go through the TV shows that have been socked away on the Tivo.
My first kiss blew goats and left me with a lifelong hatred for whiskey breath.
The best kiss I’ve had so far was with the elder brother of one of my classmates. Angel repeated 6th grade, we caught up with him. Being blonde, blue-eyed, one year older than every other person in the class and in posession of lip fuzz, he was considered “terribly handsome.” He actually was quite good looking, although I’ve never liked blondes much for some reason. We were in the same class from 6th to 9th grade; then he was still in the same “year” but in a different group.
The summer of my first year in college, my friends merged with another big group during one of the nights of fiestas. The group included Angel’s one-year-older and equally handsome brother. We started making out while in a local bar; spent over 25 minutes with one particular kiss (as chrono’ed by our friends when they realized it was getting long). He had started the kiss, like he’d started every other one leading to it, but I took the initiative about things like lifting his shirt and letting my hands roam and he responded in kind.
But after we left the bar he told me he had to leave early because he had a soccer match at 9am… I said “oh ok”… and he spent the next 6 hours giving me lamb eyes and saying “I’ve never met a girl like you! every other girl I’ve ever known would’a made a huge fuss!” He broke his ankle during the match, the silly lamb, so we never had an actual date, being in college 1000 km apart and all that.
On further news…
thanks God it’s my last weeeeeeek!
That’s right, on Friday I end this job. Goodbye, farewell, sayonara. Actually, I need to write to the Chamber of Commerce back home and set up an appointment; I want to get set up as self-employed and they have a service to do this without having to go to three different places, but they don’t tell you what documents you need until you’ve met with an advisor. What-ever. It’s my last weeeeeeeeek!
With apologies to the mods, another kissing anecdote.
The couple in question are in their late 60s; they started dating during the 50s.
So one day she goes to Confession.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“How long has it been since your last Confession, daughter?”
“I had Confession yesterday, Father” (this was actually relatively normal)
“Very well, my child. And what is it you need to confess?”
“I… I… blushes to the root of her hair I have a… boyfriend…uh…”
“Is he a nice boy, my child? Are you perhaps looking forward to building your Christian love and someday the Sacrament of Marriage?”
“Oh, yes father!”
“Very good then, my child. So what would the problem be?”
“He… yesterday he kissed me! And I let him!”
“With or without tongue, my child?”
Of course, the next kiss was with tongue.
Morning. Don’t wanna. But off I go anyway.
Where’s Roo?
Back later…
GT
These are the ads this morning
When Will You Die?
Bereavement Thankyou Note
24 Hour Funeral Flowers
Online Pet Memorials
Did we mention death at all?
Yes, the kiss of death.
No no, he hasn’t yelled at me or anything. He might not have even seen the post yet. I just felt like a royal ass for messing it up (we use that date to mark our anniversaries, after all, since that’s the first day we were “official”).
Good luck on your interview, Haze!
I had a terrifying dream last night. In it, I was out shopping for food with my two roommates, and suddenly realized I had no memory of the last few “hours” we’d spent together. The diagnosis for this problem? Multiple personality disorder. (I’m taking a class called “Perspectives on Madness” right now… Could have had an influence…) So I was just a wreck; crying my eyes out, wishing it weren’t true, trying to remember anything from the past few hours but getting nothing, and fearing the next moment that my memory blacked out and I became someone who wasn’t even me. It was not exactly a fun way to wake up this morning.
Okay, I got class in half an hour (coincidentally, it’s that Madness class), so I must check out. Have fun doing whatever y’all are doing!
I’m glad you said these were ads. At first, I thought this was some kind of sick fortune cookie haiku.
This morning as we left for our respective jobs, less than an hour ago.
Sean, did you ever find out what went bang yesterday?
These both work on so many levels…
Anyhoo - I made truffles for everyone for breakfast today and brought some High Life to wash it down. Cheers!
HoochieMama
Hoochie, if I remember correctly, you live somewhere in DeKalb County?
I’m a recovering Hoosier.
Morning! :: grabs a truffle ::
Sister arrived this morning, she’s in town for one day, then flying home with her [del]insufferable brood[/del] kids. Mom flies home tomorrow too. I appear to have survived the past two weeks.
Work beckons. Later.
Thanks for the truffle hooch!
I spent my first 24 years in LaPorte County (minus the college years in Bloomington). Been in NC since then, but am on my way to Memphis soon. Watch out, Beale Street!