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bossymarmalade) wrote2008-06-03 12:32 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2008-06-03 12:32 pm
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my dreams all involve combing my hair
As you can tell, I settled on this name (although I did reserve "reddresspress", since it's too good to release back into the ljsphere, and perhaps I will use it to repost links and "getting my lisa on" entries in one handy place). Goodbye, lj user=stubbleglitter; you've served me well all these years.
We went to see Indiana Jones yesterday, and although I didn't like where they went with it -- NO GENRE-MIXING IN MY INDY, THANK YOU -- it was still pretty enjoyable. The best thing about it was that Shia LeBoeuf's character was basically Armin Tamzarian, which made me laugh every time I saw him. Also, my father wanted to take a sandwich with him instead of buying food at the cinema, and in order to smuggle it in he decided to use ... my green velvet hobo purse. Seriously. If Scarlett O'Hara's green backwards hat were a purse, it would be this thing. When he announced that he was ready to leave, my purse was proudly snugged under his arm; Lori and I actually had to *quarrel* with him to get him to relinquish it. For an old-fashioned guy, my dad is very strange about his lack of concern when it comes to carrying purses or wearing my sister's old sunglasses. I suppose I need no longer wonder where my own slightly skewed ideas on gendered behaviour come from.
Anyhow, I have been eating what my Russian friend Dasha calls "napoleon", which her aunts concocted for her birthday; it's delicious and if any of you come across some I would highly recommend it. Dasha's birthday also provided some tiramisu and some incredible hummus (with tabbouleh mixed right in, yum!), so all in all it was quite the unexpected windfall for me.
In other food news, I wish I had a pommerac SO MUCH. My nani & nana had pommerac and zaboca trees in the backyard, and as they're both rather delicate there is nothing like eating them fresh. For two pear-shaped fruits, the tastes couldn't be more different: pommerac is crispy-sweet and hardly there, with a faint perfume of green apple and indefinable red fruit; zaboca is avocado, but bigger and more flavourful, with a creamy mouth-feel and almost hints of garlic that curl around the sides of your tongue. Oh my yes.
That is all for now; I was going to do that meme where you paste in all your icons of people who are of colour or of alternate sexuality, but I am too delirious with the thought of food at the moment. eep!
We went to see Indiana Jones yesterday, and although I didn't like where they went with it -- NO GENRE-MIXING IN MY INDY, THANK YOU -- it was still pretty enjoyable. The best thing about it was that Shia LeBoeuf's character was basically Armin Tamzarian, which made me laugh every time I saw him. Also, my father wanted to take a sandwich with him instead of buying food at the cinema, and in order to smuggle it in he decided to use ... my green velvet hobo purse. Seriously. If Scarlett O'Hara's green backwards hat were a purse, it would be this thing. When he announced that he was ready to leave, my purse was proudly snugged under his arm; Lori and I actually had to *quarrel* with him to get him to relinquish it. For an old-fashioned guy, my dad is very strange about his lack of concern when it comes to carrying purses or wearing my sister's old sunglasses. I suppose I need no longer wonder where my own slightly skewed ideas on gendered behaviour come from.
Anyhow, I have been eating what my Russian friend Dasha calls "napoleon", which her aunts concocted for her birthday; it's delicious and if any of you come across some I would highly recommend it. Dasha's birthday also provided some tiramisu and some incredible hummus (with tabbouleh mixed right in, yum!), so all in all it was quite the unexpected windfall for me.
In other food news, I wish I had a pommerac SO MUCH. My nani & nana had pommerac and zaboca trees in the backyard, and as they're both rather delicate there is nothing like eating them fresh. For two pear-shaped fruits, the tastes couldn't be more different: pommerac is crispy-sweet and hardly there, with a faint perfume of green apple and indefinable red fruit; zaboca is avocado, but bigger and more flavourful, with a creamy mouth-feel and almost hints of garlic that curl around the sides of your tongue. Oh my yes.
That is all for now; I was going to do that meme where you paste in all your icons of people who are of colour or of alternate sexuality, but I am too delirious with the thought of food at the moment. eep!