i have made that italian grandmother's pesto before. be careful, this recipe is an aphrodesiac, so don't serve it to people you don't wanna make out with. and be prepared for garlicky kisses.
Seattle's Kings for the Female Blogs has an mp3 of thee day to Play Loud!
I'm so fucking tired. I wish I was dead.
Where's Guatamala?
That soup looks like baby shit.
Hey ECB, i love the cooking ideas, but could you possibly just post the pics with the news, then have the actual recipes after a/the jump? They're just a bit much to scroll through sometimes. (yes, i'm that lazy). domo arigato.
I wish Kellogs would go back to their old sugar-rich formula for Apple Jacks. Eating all the left over Apple Jack dust just isn't the same as it was when I was a kid.
Hey Erica -
Also today in Massachusetts the state legislators meet in a 2nd constitutional convention to ban same sex marriage.
If the proposal passes with only 25% support today, an amendment would go before the state voters next year.
That is significant news to some of us and front page at:
Erica- It is spelled GUATEMALA.
@6 Agree.
Six BILLION records? That's the equivalant of one record for every human being currently alive - on the entire planet!
"Total Information Awareness" indeed...
Speaking of Samarra - and sometimes we are - all nestled cozily among the recipes for collie-flower soup, rooming in The Paris Hilton and speculating on Scooter's first Big House ride:
"A merchant in Baghdad sent his servant to the market. The servant returned, trembling and frightened. The servant told the merchant, "I was jostled in the market, turned around, and saw Death. "Death made a threatening gesture, and I fled in terror. May I please borrow your horse? I can leave Baghdad and ride to Samarra, where Death will not find me. "The master lent his horse to the servant, who rode away, to Samarra. Later the merchant went to the market, and saw Death in the crowd. "Why did you threaten my servant?" he asked. Death replied, "I did not threaten your servant. It was merely that I was surprised to see him here in Baghdad, for I have an appointment with him tonight in Samarra."
Taken from the preface to John O'Hara's 50ish "Appointment in Samarra" - a fiction that has nothing to do with Iraq - just alcoholism and small-town bitchery. Hmmm...
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