I’ve been sorting out my finances all morning, which, even when you’re totally in the clear is pretty stressful, and can be a downright Sisyphean task if you’re an un/and/or/underemployed bohemian type like me…
Once I’d done, the moment I sat down to relax, Hunter snuggled up close. Sophie hopped up to play with me and cheer me up, but she saw that I was kinda tired, so she just pranced a bit and cuddled up on my other side.
I have the most awesome dogs in the world.
INTERNET HELL!! (clicky for embiggening)
I fell in love with Jaques Pepin when he said, quite without irony, that it was alright to use canned beans in certain recipes — and then proceeded to open a tin and do just that. Great chef, more concerned with showing people how to make good, simple food, than with all the intricacies of soaking overnight and growing your own. I thought it was pretty fabulous.
…well, this evening I finally saw something to top even that. Anthony Bourdain, cracking and devouring a small mountain of shellfish, using nothing but his hands.
Now, this comes with a story. Many years ago I had a French boyfriend, and said boyfriend and I sat down to a seafood dinner with Mint. You should know that I love fresh shellfish with a passion unrivaled by any other foodstuff. After watching me hand-crack and devour my own small mountain of shellfish, my boyfriend turned to Mint, saying, “If you want to know how a woman is in bed, watch her eat.”
As the Monday that begins the last full week in January, today has been accredited as “the most depressing day of the year.” If this is the case, this year, so called ‘Blue Monday’ falls upon a rather fitting anniversary, as on the 25th January 1640, Robert Burton, author of The Anatomy of Melancholy died.
Satire Wire interviews Ask Jeeves, to amusing results…
…shamelessly misappropriated from LOLthulu.com
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