Flickan Som Lekte Med Elden. On the way! ♦
Ten foot pole.
Racha! Thai. Chili paste. Heavenly. ‘Nough said.
Meat. Stick. Oo ahah.
Jess fed us right and proper. Though the mushrooms need a little help. Le brush! Oil, please.
IHOP’s Minion Berry Lemon Pancakes. Super yum! The lemon’s what did it. SO fluffy! Can we go back to the old look of the IHOP restaurants? Please? They had personality once.
Things are a bit more right in the universe again. Yep, it’s been a while since I’ve made a great marinara. Back on track. This time, with a little roasted tomato and thyme base for smoky depth. (Cue Shane with his “It’s smokin’!”) ♦
Words likely to pass through my lips: Gnoc-gnoc-gnocchi! And, spicy pesto. ♦
Words NOT likely to pass through my lips: tomorrow I start my new job as a dental assistant. ♦
Hamina-hamina-hamina … and furthermore, harrumph. ♦
The ground I walk(ed) on.
Where’s the lion already?
Leaning out to catch the sun’s rays.
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain.
I must belong somewhere. ♦
May need Weezer’s album based purely on the Hurley ode alone. “French Chick says ‘hey.'” ♦