So did you watch it? Was it any good?
I watched about five minutes. It was truly awful.
I could go for some truly awful tv this evening. The boys are out of town and I finally had a day off for the first time in more than a week. I should, of course, be writing a conference paper, but....
I've never actually watched L&O. We only really get one or two channels. I might see what's on in a bit, though, as soon as I finish refreshing unfogged comment pages.
Inertia has set in. Why don't you cook me some dinner? My blood sugar could surely use the boost.
Why don't you cook me some dinner?
The reason is because.
Ha! Take that, w-lfs-n!
I made you lunch. What are you, sexist or something?
You made me a fatty lunch to make me fat so no one else would want me so you could keep me all for yourself to abuse into old age. Just like all the girls.
Hey! Who says you two can go flirt on your own private thread while we have a big important flamewar going on?
Now fix me some dinner.
Dinner will be cod lightly sauteed in olive oil with garlic and parsley, boiled potatoes with butter, and a light green salad, with flourless chocolate cake for dessert.
B seems perfectly capable of flaming and flirting at the same--in the same thread or with the same people, even.
W had better watch it--I might just show up at his door for that.
Eh, sounds too "cooking light" for me.
I think I'll start with a beer and see where I go from there. There's some pork chops in the fridge. Maybe I'll clean up the toys and fry myself a pork chop and beer.
Tell me that isn't an excellent dinner to eat while watching crap tv and not writing a conference paper.
No check that. "boiled potatoes with butter"--yawn.
I think you boys often confuse perfectly innocuous conversation with flirting.
Having said that, yes, of course I can flirt & flame. It's easy.
There's only enough for me anyway, plus I lied about the cake (though I do have an insane recipe for same).
All boys confuse perfectly innocuous conversation with flirting. Have you never heard the line: "You talked to me! Now you're my girlfriend!"
Then again, you have to give me credit where credit's due: I can sure rack up the comments. Even in old posts that no one bothered to comment on the first time.
Matt, surprisingly, no. No one has ever said that to me.
I'm totally trying that line on the next cop who pulls me over.
Hee hee, she said "rack."
Wolf, I get it--you're not supposed to come in with your recipes when Ogged (or Labs) has something going on with one of the girls.
I didn't include any recipes, though. Actually the recipes for the only two things that use them (cake, cod) are dead simple and could probably fit commodiously in a comment box...
of course I can flirt & flame. It's easy.
At the Mineshaft.
Speaking of which, where is Labs, anyway?
You know, "rack" is one of those words I do not get. A rack is hard and angular. A pair of tits is not.
Flirting & flaming is an excellent combination. Kind of a test, you see. Men who snarl "bitch" at you are probably not men you want to date. Men who laugh, are.
That's a good question, b. Perhaps they're hung from the frame the way things hang off a rack?
How can you tell the men who snarl "bitch" at you from the men who respectfully address you by name?
Ogged, you notice that pg isn't posting either.
pg just got back from her Italy trip, during which she found time to almost-panty-blog for me, so no complaints here.
Matt, I'll tell you a secret: my real name isn't "bitch."
Oh, you mean in real life. I've heard of it.
(And I'm off! Dinner is that green pepper I bought a couple days ago, sauted in olive oil, with the last carrot, and pasta. And some other stuff, I guess. No leftovers since spring break is soon.)
How can you tell the men who snarl "bitch" at you from the men who respectfully address you by name?
A snarl is not a form of respectful address?
Have fun with that exciting and innovative meal, Matt. Such daring cuisine!
Oh, you mean online? It's easy. Subtext, context, that kind of crap.
Wolf, the other stuff is sea cucumber and calf brains, but I didn't want to make anyone queasy. (Where do you get off piling on my self-deprecating humor, anyway? It's not like I'm always picking on you or anything.)
The parenthetical in 32 contained humor, self-deprecating or otherwise?
I'm having:
pork chop breaded with coconut, fried.
potato fried after pork chop, with ancho chili.
sliced tomato.
beer.
w-lfs-n, that was totally uncalled for. The description of my extremely unambitious dinner was meant to be humorous by contrast with yours. And you're in a real self-defeating position here--if you don't see the contrast, then your 33 has no basis. Busted!
Ah, but since you had previously poo-pooed mine, I wasn't expecting you to make a contrast of that form (though I could certainly see it). Blindsided, like.
1. It's "pooh-poohed." Poo-pooing food is extremely unsanitary.
2. Only one menu item! And I claim that was in the spirit of acknowledging my own pot-kettlism.
It was pretty tasty, BTW.
(Don't know if my previous attempt to submit went through, so here it is again, in a slightly varied form.)
Yeah, I suspected I was getting that wrong.
Well, that took all the fun out of nitpicking you.
ben, next time you eat cod and potatoes, might I suggest that you whip up a quick batch of aioli to go with it? It's pretty easy (recipe upon request), you won't regret it (unless you make it wrong or something), and I guarantee you not even Matt would yawn over that. And while it's not exactly fried pork chops, it's not "light cuisine" either.
Also, when you say your recipe for flourless chocolate cake (I've always thought that was a strange way to name something, perhaps analagous to "quesadillas, but with no cheese") is "insane", what mean you? Insanely good? Insanely easy? Both?
And since noone else is posting recipes (in particular, the newest member of unfogged's failure to do so is mildly disappointing to me, but then, that's made up for by the fact that, you know, she rocks, plus she posts them elsewhere), I for one would welcome you posting recipes in the comments boxes.