March 2010
88 posts
Inspired by my lack of bananas, I roasted pears in brown sugar. Wondrous.
Currently Playing, Chez Alywoowho:
Burpiness.
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And I have a chocolate-stuffed baked banana baking in the oven. Awww, yeah.
PLEASE SHARE WITH ME HOW TO ASSEMBLE AND BAKE A CHOCOLATE-STUFFED BANANA. DEAR LORD.
It’s honestly the easiest thing ever. Lay a banana on its back (curved side down). Slice it open lengthwise. Cut all the way through the banana, but not through the ‘other side’ of the skin. Stuff the banana with bits of your favourite chocolate (it should now look like a banana Viking ship with chocolate sailors in it). Wrap in tinfoil. Place in oven. I generally throw it in as it is preheating (to 380) and leave it in for about 20-25 minutes. So, 10-15 minutes in a preheated oven? Yeaaaah.
If you wrap the banana carefully you can always check on the melting and baking process and rewrap/throw it back when it doesn’t seem quite right yet.
Wow. Just wow. Then you eat it sort of like a baked potato? Oh man. This is awesome.
The producer's response was basically "Yeah, I figured."
Whatever. I just did some cross-stitching while sipping hot chocolate and watching “Sense and Sensibility” so she can just suck whatever gross object is nearest her.
Le suck.
I just sent an e-mail to the producer of the French play I’m working on that basically said “That job you assigned me to do? I’m failing at it.”
Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
If seeing whole, skinned animals (with the eyes) genuinely freaks you out,
avoid the meat counter at the UWS Fairway. They are currently displaying a whole baby lamb, eyes included, for Easter. It’s freaky, but also awesome.
Also avoid Astoria at any time. Butcher shops here don’t leave you wondering where your food came from.
An e-mail from my mom:
Subject: If had a blog - this would be a post under the heading “Seemed like a Good Idea”
So I was reading an article on Thursday about ‘under eye’ discoloration. Well, the article said that if the color was grey or purple-ish than it was from engorged blood vessels and to try an eye cream that has caffeine in it because that will shrink the blood vessels and make the discoloration go away. So, Friday morning when I got up and my eyes were all puffy, I thought: hmmm, caffeine could be the answer!
And I’m making my coffee and there are all those coffee grounds from yesterday that I’m about to put into the compost can……well, I scooped up some nice cool damp coffee grounds and pressed them into my eye sockets and held them there for five minutes or so.
Seemed like a good idea at the time….Don’t Try This At Home! IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO GET COFFEE GROUNDS OUT OF YOUR EYES! I don’t know why but, ugh, it was AWFUL. I kept splashing water on my face but there were still coffee grounds in my eye lashes even after my shower!
Heading to Harmon’s to buy eye cream with caffeine in it …. unless maybe I should try ice-cold coffee compress first. Whaddya think?
Whoa, hold up, toothpaste. You might actually “produce stains” on my teeth? This seems … backward.
I wish at this moment that I was listening to Rilo Kiley’s “The Frug.” That would be swell.
I think Easter is my favorite holiday.
It’s got the candy of Halloween, the family/food of Thanksgiving, the (sacred) music of Christmas, but none of the pressure and better weather.
I tried explaining this to my mom, but I added something about the “mythology” of the holiday, and then spent a lot of time back-peddling.
So dudes, I woke up early this morning and put on a movie that was on Netflix Instant! I chose The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. Sounds kinda dreamy, right? Kinda fantastical? I thought it was a kid’s movie about some kid who encounters another world where they all wear pajamas all the time and there’s probably a circus involved or something, but NO. NO. THAT IS NOT WHAT IT IS ABOUT AT ALL which you find out about 5 minutes in when everyone at a party yells SIEG HEIL and then you find out that the boy in the striped pajamas is in a concentration camp and then I spent the rest of the movie crying. So.
Ouch. I really like to read books and watch movies without knowing anything about them but one of these days this is going to happen to me.
Paper Maps: Obsolete? Miller-McCune Online Magazine tries to navigate the question. →
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(via obsoletethebook)
Maps rule, GPS drools. The article leaves out another reason to love road maps—awesome artwork—but then, if you want to learn about that, you could just buy my dad’s book.
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The Impossible Shot: THINGS I LEARNED ON A LONELY JAUNT THROUGH 3 ASTORIA BARS →
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• Sweet Afton is a good bar. I mean it’s a really good bar. Good beer, good music. I still need to check out Sunswick.
• I am so disappointed In what Studio Square has become. The bar had such potential; now they’re just attracting the same meathead types as the other beer hall.
• When in doubt, order Abita.
I like this list because I agree on all three of these accounts. I tried Abita for the first time this evening and it tastes like graham crackers. So…awesome.
Morning thoughts
“I will not have cookies for breakfast. I will not have cookies for breakfast.”
“Whatever I’m a grownup, I do what I want.”
“I will not have cookies for breakfast. I will not have cookies for breakfast.”
“But they’re rainbow chips deluxe!!”
“…Oh.”
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Remember that night when I posted all these Nick & Simon videos and I made Lekdek fall in love with them?
Let’s see if the same happens to Alywoowho…
(PS: I miss Dutch boys.)
Oh I’m so there.
