Sigh. Misspell ONE word and the wimmen start getting all uppity. I think that a good poke in the eye is pretty damn scary. And if I poke him twice, and my aim is bad, I might temporarily blind him, thus setting the stage for my escape. I’d hope that you wanted me to be safe and operational after confronting someone. I guess I could threaten a couple of shin kicks and a wedgie to sweeten the pot.
And I had to claim Stargazer. If I didn’t Exgineer might have taken her and then he’d be even with me. You don’t want me to be like all of the other guys, do you?
FCM doesn’t count towards the total, cake or not, because she put both Exgineer (out of pity) and swampy (just for the pool and dinner) ahead of me.
Let’s see… I got the “bun length” pack in the freezer, but there’s a pack of the shorter, yet fatter franks in the 'frige. Does the smoked sausage count? Technically not a weiner, yet in the same family.
Welbs, when you said “poke him (which would be me) in the eye twice”, did you mean sequencially or simultaniously? If you try for both at once, I know the Curly maneuver, I’m warning you.
-Rue. (not mentioning Vienna sausages)
Oh, and sweet Wintermute (I’m working on an endearment, but alls I’m coming up with is “Mutie” and that’s just not working), by "throwing welby a bone, I meant that in the nicest way. (I almost got all snarky and said “this is man-talk, you wouldn’t understand”, but then what passes for my brain kicked in and I remembered the old saying about the hole and stopping the digging thing.) Uhh… like how a dog (yeah, I think “dog” is appropriate) just loves his bone and will nibble, nibble, nibble all over it. For a real long time.
Or something like that.
Tell ya what Sweet Knees (See? Needs work.), you claim someone of your own and we’ll all be mad it’s not us. Especially if you still have the Bible School uniform…
-Rue. (with visions of plaid swimming in his head)
Well, Shibb, it took me six hours because I had to chop a ginger root and a crapload of garlic, mix the meat, make the dough, roll out the dough (with a can of spaghetti sauce. We didn’t have a rolling pin), and fill them. It took six hours. Have you ever hand made 200 dumpling wrappers? It takes forever.
I don’t know what to say. I feel just like… lost luggage. Or maybe a gold mine.
I’d like to take this opportune moment to point out that I’ve never gotten a nickname. No pressure or anything, just sayin’ that’s all. (Although it does make me a little sad.)
Is that what that stuff is? I thought the expiration date on my house was up. Which would also explain all the flinking ants that have taken up residence.
I’ve never made so many chinese dumplings from scratch like that, Lissla. You have my admiration. I did whip up a batch of shao mai once but I cheated and used store bought wrappers. I’ve been trying to make char siu bao, those yummy pork-filled, steamed buns, but so far haven’t been able to produce anything edible. I’ve got the pork part down but the bread bit is killing me.
I would also, at this juncture, like to state for the record that the gene for sewing ability most definitely does not reside on the X-chromosome. Because I’ve got two of the stupid things and can’t make a straight seam to save my life.
Seriously, the guy has a swimming pool*, a hot tub, a back deck, and tiki torches (at least he will, when I get there). He even lives right near Albany. Okay, it’s the wrong Albany, but I figure it’s kismet. We are going to have a swell time together.
The best part will be when we exchange gifts at Christmas. I’ll get him a burly guy in a kilt and a jar of marshmallow fluff, and he’ll get me a hot babe in a leather mini and a pair of handcuffs. Hint, hint.
I see that I’m also a FairyChatMom backup crush, which is flattering beyond belief, and way cool. Except for the part where Captain Steve (aka Fairychatdad, who I’m sure will be posting any minute now) periodically beats me up.
The above presupposes that Lori doesn’t just shoot me in the head.
And I’m sorry I hijacked the recipe thread. Sheesh.
Oh, and Snickers, they may look like quotes, but if you get real close to your monitor, you’ll notice, they are bendy. That makes them “parenthesis”. Just tiny ones. If you hang them high, you can use them for quotes. If you want.
-Rue. (waddaya think of that?)
Can’t say I never gave you an opening there Rue.
[sup]I’d never noticed my posts were R-rated before. Shocking, just shocking-my mind must be in the gutter. Or possibly the downspout.[/sup]
I’ll give you a hint. It’s much, much easier to roll out the dough using a pasta maker. Sure, it’s not really pasta, but remember that Marco Polo hijacked pasta from the Chinese for the Venetians*. Robbed 'em blind, so to speak. I kill me Anyway, it’s got to be easier than a can of spaghetti sauce (you buy spaghetti sauce in cans?!? blech!), and most likely much easier to a rolling pin. If you ever come down to Cincinnati we can teach you how. Mrs. ShibbOleth would love the company and I promise not to ogle you too much.
*Disclaimer: this may or may not have any basis in fact.
Thanks for the note about the pudding, Snickers. My mom sent me a recipe not too long ago with the same problem, and I got to the store and went to the pudding aisle and got very confused. So now I ask.
Wintermute, I went to a conservative Christian school, too! Okay, not Bible school (I’m not that much of a glutton for punishment) and I s’pose in the grand scheme of things it isn’t that conservative, but still! And I work there now, which makes me sound a lot more conservative than I am. So let me counter your impression by saying that I was a Theatre major. There, that should throw you off.
Yeah, Angel Pants, what about that pool? You can’t just leave us hanging here, in our swimsuits and with towels and goggles and flippers! Are we having a pool party or not?
Welby, you can’t just claim me; you have to EARN my affection! So I’m up for grabs (pun very much intended), guys! Impress me! Woo me! Sweep me off my feet! Just don’t tell mr. gazer. I cook and bake and earn a living. I’m even a redhead! What more could you possibly want?
I would just like to state that I am amazed and shocked.
Here we have a thread with a metric crapload of flirting going on, and it took Rue several days to bust out the word “bendy.” Except, he wasn’t talking about the wimmins. Oh, no.
Punctuation. Sheesh.
I really, really need to get to work earning stargazer’s affection. I’m falling way behind on the babe-count.
Look, look, Steamy Buns (hmm… maybe not?), Sparky? (no good reason) anyway, she “gave me an opening”. I think I’m in love (more). Don’t worry my little licorice whip of love, you’re not in the gutter. Maybe an eavestrough, but not a gutter. Gutters are to common for an exquisite flower like you.
Suuuuuure I like pudding 'gazer. Anything smooth and sweet I can roll around my tongue… what’s not to lick? I mean “like”. What’s not to like.
-Rue. (with visions of pudding)
