Wednesday, May 01, 2002
Another cooking fandango come to and end. Here are the winners:
1. Hamburgers (adeptly cooked by Wade) 2. BBQ chicken (cooked in a pan -- Jens said "VERY GOOD!" 3. Potato salad (my first! Woo!) 4. Baked Beans: I felt like I was in Boston. 5. Guacamole: Judy Pazol would have been so proud. I think Leah had 3 helpings. 6. Salad -- Jens made it by hand. Ooooer. 7. Veggie Shish-k-bobs, but the vegetarians, like the freaQs they are, didn't EAT THEM! I was so mad. Finally, the one with manners, the Italian -- because you know an American wouldn't think about other people's feelings -- had one. Good boy. Don't insight the wrath of Nur� on your house.
Then came Leah. Can I just say that she's gonna make some man (or wommon -- ha ha, Sweeter) very very happy with her cooking. First, she spent an entire afternoon making (what I call) Zebra Mousse. It was white and (normal) chocolate mousse in layers, seperated with Oreo cookie in between. The SMASH hit of the BBQ. Then we had yummy in the tummy banana (and for the picky people..) plain pancakes -- with REAL whipped cream. (sigh) I'll give credit where BARELY any credit was due: Elyssa made it. (but all she did was whip heavy cream and a bit of sugar. -- later, I made it again, and did a much better job... I suppose that's because I'm not so sheltered... who knows.
Later, because I was so exhausted, Carla "Ardilla Loca" Perez cleaned my entire kitchen. I could become str8 for attention like this! I tell you. Later, Jens and Verena "I need my money now" Breul came over and we had soup, coffee, and Leah's "still light, yet brown" sorbet -- I've never heard of a food that looks spoiled at first THEN becaomse green like new... but trust Leah to figure out how to defeat the keeper of time... Yet anouther reason for me to sell her to Sweeter... hmmm...
I had too many then not enough then too many then not enough people at the BBQ .. but as I thought, it all ended up well, because we had about 15 people show up and I was pleased that mostly everyone had 2 servings -- blessings for all! Bliss!
Blogs aren't getting the attention they deserve. I'm thinking of doing what those AIDS people did and starting a quilt. We'll have a Blogs quilt. It'll be cute. and each sqaure can be an update or a rant/rave. It'll be blogerific.
Well, I've worn out Vanessa Carlton for the entire cleaning escapade. That was until Sid logged on, and then everyone (but Leah... as she's QUITE done with Vanessey) wanted to hear it. I'm not done with her yet. -- she's my new sonic whore. Muahaha.
Tomorrow is time for more studying and figuring ot what to do with the WebCam section. I know I promised that I'd do the Photos section and the Art Section -- ART GOES LAST. That's the way the world is (according to Nur�.) I also need to do something about the FRIENDS section. But since no one's reminded me of a GOOD friend, I don't think I'll add anyone else! SO THERE! :-P
More information about the Laura Escapade From Yesterday:
Today, she came up to me and said "you seem mad at me -- were you mad?"
What do you think I said, Bloglings? I said "how the heck does Nur� ignore being called maric�n. In the words of Lucy Van Pelt: "I am a queen!" No one I care for treats me that way without some sort of reprecussion. In Germany, we (look, I said WE, like I speak it, aren't I impudent?) have a saying: unbesonnen.
So I said, "well, lemme think... you called me maric�n, and no matter how you translate it, it means something UNCOOL. So that's why I'm pissed at you, poopygirl."
And Laura said "oh! Why would I of all people call you such a mean word. I called you cabr�n, silly boy."
What does cabr�n mean, Nur�?
It means jerk. Asshole. I could accept that.from a friend. But one is a 2 syllable word, and one is a three syllable word. BOTH are mean. Both end in "-�n" But the differences end there.
She's forgiven, but let me tell you a story ... ("oh no, Nur� not another Jewish story!") Yes. Another one:
"A man said evil words about his rabbi. He realized his crime, the young man went to his Rabbi and begged forgiveness. The Rabbi was a very wise man and very respected within the community or had been, and had one simple request. 'Take a fine feather pillow, one that is stuffed overfull with the finest down, and climb to the top of the highest mountain around and tear it open.' The young man was incredulous. 'That's all?' The Rabbi replied, 'Come back when you have done this for me.' The young man did as he was told, releasing the feathers onto the wind and watching them as they settled down into the surrounding valleys, some travelling for miles before falling to the earth. He returned, clapped his hands together and said, 'It is done.' The Rabbi gave him a slight smile. 'Not quite. Now you must pick up each and every one of those feathers.' The young man's face went very pale. 'But that is impossible.' 'Quite right,' nodded the Rabbi sadly. 'Each time you told this story, it was like a thousand feathers in the wind. You never know where they will finally be laid to rest, and how many others they will touch on the way. It is as impossible to retrieve a slander, even a truth, as to pick up each and every feather.'" And so ends my lesson.
Rejoyce in the name of the Blog. For Blogs are kind, and so is Nur�. :)
ps. The word of the day is irresponsible: Since Chris had Wade's key, locked him out of his room, and went to hang out with other people. Booo. He's forgiven.
1. Hamburgers (adeptly cooked by Wade) 2. BBQ chicken (cooked in a pan -- Jens said "VERY GOOD!" 3. Potato salad (my first! Woo!) 4. Baked Beans: I felt like I was in Boston. 5. Guacamole: Judy Pazol would have been so proud. I think Leah had 3 helpings. 6. Salad -- Jens made it by hand. Ooooer. 7. Veggie Shish-k-bobs, but the vegetarians, like the freaQs they are, didn't EAT THEM! I was so mad. Finally, the one with manners, the Italian -- because you know an American wouldn't think about other people's feelings -- had one. Good boy. Don't insight the wrath of Nur� on your house.
Then came Leah. Can I just say that she's gonna make some man (or wommon -- ha ha, Sweeter) very very happy with her cooking. First, she spent an entire afternoon making (what I call) Zebra Mousse. It was white and (normal) chocolate mousse in layers, seperated with Oreo cookie in between. The SMASH hit of the BBQ. Then we had yummy in the tummy banana (and for the picky people..) plain pancakes -- with REAL whipped cream. (sigh) I'll give credit where BARELY any credit was due: Elyssa made it. (but all she did was whip heavy cream and a bit of sugar. -- later, I made it again, and did a much better job... I suppose that's because I'm not so sheltered... who knows.
Later, because I was so exhausted, Carla "Ardilla Loca" Perez cleaned my entire kitchen. I could become str8 for attention like this! I tell you. Later, Jens and Verena "I need my money now" Breul came over and we had soup, coffee, and Leah's "still light, yet brown" sorbet -- I've never heard of a food that looks spoiled at first THEN becaomse green like new... but trust Leah to figure out how to defeat the keeper of time... Yet anouther reason for me to sell her to Sweeter... hmmm...
I had too many then not enough then too many then not enough people at the BBQ .. but as I thought, it all ended up well, because we had about 15 people show up and I was pleased that mostly everyone had 2 servings -- blessings for all! Bliss!
Blogs aren't getting the attention they deserve. I'm thinking of doing what those AIDS people did and starting a quilt. We'll have a Blogs quilt. It'll be cute. and each sqaure can be an update or a rant/rave. It'll be blogerific.
Well, I've worn out Vanessa Carlton for the entire cleaning escapade. That was until Sid logged on, and then everyone (but Leah... as she's QUITE done with Vanessey) wanted to hear it. I'm not done with her yet. -- she's my new sonic whore. Muahaha.
Tomorrow is time for more studying and figuring ot what to do with the WebCam section. I know I promised that I'd do the Photos section and the Art Section -- ART GOES LAST. That's the way the world is (according to Nur�.) I also need to do something about the FRIENDS section. But since no one's reminded me of a GOOD friend, I don't think I'll add anyone else! SO THERE! :-P
More information about the Laura Escapade From Yesterday:
Today, she came up to me and said "you seem mad at me -- were you mad?"
What do you think I said, Bloglings? I said "how the heck does Nur� ignore being called maric�n. In the words of Lucy Van Pelt: "I am a queen!" No one I care for treats me that way without some sort of reprecussion. In Germany, we (look, I said WE, like I speak it, aren't I impudent?) have a saying: unbesonnen.
So I said, "well, lemme think... you called me maric�n, and no matter how you translate it, it means something UNCOOL. So that's why I'm pissed at you, poopygirl."
And Laura said "oh! Why would I of all people call you such a mean word. I called you cabr�n, silly boy."
What does cabr�n mean, Nur�?
It means jerk. Asshole. I could accept that.from a friend. But one is a 2 syllable word, and one is a three syllable word. BOTH are mean. Both end in "-�n" But the differences end there.
She's forgiven, but let me tell you a story ... ("oh no, Nur� not another Jewish story!") Yes. Another one:
"A man said evil words about his rabbi. He realized his crime, the young man went to his Rabbi and begged forgiveness. The Rabbi was a very wise man and very respected within the community or had been, and had one simple request. 'Take a fine feather pillow, one that is stuffed overfull with the finest down, and climb to the top of the highest mountain around and tear it open.' The young man was incredulous. 'That's all?' The Rabbi replied, 'Come back when you have done this for me.' The young man did as he was told, releasing the feathers onto the wind and watching them as they settled down into the surrounding valleys, some travelling for miles before falling to the earth. He returned, clapped his hands together and said, 'It is done.' The Rabbi gave him a slight smile. 'Not quite. Now you must pick up each and every one of those feathers.' The young man's face went very pale. 'But that is impossible.' 'Quite right,' nodded the Rabbi sadly. 'Each time you told this story, it was like a thousand feathers in the wind. You never know where they will finally be laid to rest, and how many others they will touch on the way. It is as impossible to retrieve a slander, even a truth, as to pick up each and every feather.'" And so ends my lesson.
Rejoyce in the name of the Blog. For Blogs are kind, and so is Nur�. :)
ps. The word of the day is irresponsible: Since Chris had Wade's key, locked him out of his room, and went to hang out with other people. Booo. He's forgiven.
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