I am very pleased with myself. All it took was reading on the back cover of Austenland a blurb by Stephanie Meyer and that the author lived in Salt Lake City to raise my suspicions. Less than a hundred pages in, with nary a tryst in sight and a handsome man drinking root beer, I knew for sure. A quick google search of “Shannon Hale Mormon”? Right on the money.
Using up the Black Beans No. 2-4
the old standby, black beans with onion, garlic salt and Texas Pete for burritos and beans and rice a bastardization of this recipe for Mexican black bean pasta, which I made Italian by omitting the spices and onion and, with wild abandon, dumping on the parmesan (my solution to everything). homemade black bean burgers, the first of their kind in our house. I haven’t eaten them yet so I...
Three people yesterday
beca: told me I look like Karen O. I guess that’s what I get when I let the mullet out of its bobby pin prison. Must be that Korean heritage. Hey, look at your little sister, Maddy.
I hate writing. I love having written.– Dorothy Parker
shelbysmith: One of the Tallahassee Goodwills is about to get a serious influx of Mercer shirts. I pity the person who goes through them wondering what the hell Snowball (college prom) and Mercer Embassy (study abroad club) are all about. And I also find it weird that it took me losing 92lbs before I felt clothes were big enough to actually get rid of and replace with new sizes. And I’ll have...
Using Up the Black Beans No. 1: Ginger Black Bean... →
It tastes vaguely Indian—and, bonus, it uses up a couple of cups of the stewed tomatoes, too.
BAD: I woke up this morning to discover that we had left out my rosemary bacon pasta—enough for two more meals—overnight. Ugh. So much for my lunch plans. It got trashed. GOOD: Beautiful drive in to Amherst to drop off John. Stumbling upon a much nicer laundromat. Reading in peace. BAD: Leaving my can of quarters—and I’d just broken a $20—on top of the car, and, apparently, driving off to...
free museum day →
I checked, and there are Macon, Tallahassee and Jacksonville museums open, besides (obviously) heaps of others.
Langdon picked up the hand. It was Peter Solomon’s. It was still bleeding....– The Lost Symbol: Live Reading Dan Brown I hate Dan Brown, and I don’t have to feel elitist, because I love Rowling, read a lot of Crichton in my early teens, and have grudging respect, I guess, for Meyer, who’s drawn in a lot of my brainy friends despite their misgivings. I hate Dan...
By confining your child to blameless stories of child life in which nothing at...– C.S. Lewis (On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature) (via bunkercomplex) (via childrensbooks)
beenthinking: We watched Harrison’s Flowers again tonight, because I had that feeling you get about favorite songs or movies or books – the crest of panic that you can’t go on another day without revisiting them. Rendezvousing like old lovers. Pretty sure I picked the most lightweight bit of this lovely post, but I definitely know the feeling :)
recipe: couscous fritters with feta →
These are a few of my favorite things. Filing it away to try later.
I am marginally employed for the next couple of weeks here. And the cherry on top is the Office premiere tonight!
‘Eenie, meenie, minie, mo’ is based on a counting system that...– Bill Bryson, Made in America: An Informal History of the English Language in the United States (I had to read a book with a very long subtitle to cancel out the binge of re-reads I just raced through!)
I have applied to just over 75 positions in the last two months. I don’t know why y’all care, out in cyberspace, but it makes me feel better to know I’ve tried, earnestly.
I have had a migraine haunting the no-man’s land between my head and my neck all day, but I went ahead and drove myself out to Easthampton today anyway to fill out an application to become a temp. It was a long drive, and the first, more rural half was just lovely. The trees have started changing here this week—incredible to believe, coming from Florida—and only once did I almost merge into...
forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.
duogmeg: rilo: up late for a school assignment. i’m not an insomniac voluntarily. <sigh> forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit Tried to translate the phrase, which is from The Aeneid, Book 1, and arrived at a fairly dry literal version. Apparently, translators have taken some liberty with this phrase over the 500+ years since translators started putting The Aeneid into English. Robert...
Arrive: 7:45pm Amsterdam, Netherlands (AMS) Kilimanjaro, Tanzania, United Rep. of (JRO) 8hr 25min | Boeing 777 Total duration: 22hr 55min This is an overnight flight. Are you going to Tanzania? I have a German friend we met in Uganda who just went and can give you some ideas about it. Her pictures were really, really lovely. Please go to Zanzibar, for me.
our town's fair theme:
Dancing with the Steers. Ahahahaha, ouch.
thomasville strawberry pie
drshutterbug: katherine: *Those are literally the directions in the 1976 Thomasville, Georgia, cookbook I have. I asked my Granny about it, and she advised, “Cook it till it seems thick, then cook it a little longer to see if it gets thicker.” I’d be lying if this poetic vagueness did not sometimes result in pie soup, but it’s always tasty. Oh my gosh, I love this pie. Is it in Pines &...
thomasville strawberry pie
1 pie crust, baked and cooled 1 pint fresh strawberries, washed, drained sliced 1 c sugar 1 c hot water 3 tbsp corn starch 3 tbsp strawberry Jello gelatin whipped cream Mix sugar, corn starch and gelatin in pot, then add water. Cook until thick.* Cool mixture, then pour over strawberries in pie crust. Refrigerate to set. Serve with whipped cream. This is my brother in law’s...
You know how Nichole Richie just named her son Sparrow James Midnight Madden? Well, I know it’s incredibly stupid and cruel to name your kid something like that, but I like it. Not the Midnight bit. That’s obviously pushing it. But “Sparrow” is rather nice. Maybe better as a theme for baby’s nursery than as a name for baby himself, but still. I like it. Shameful, I...
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free. Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine; grant them a few more warm transparent days, urge them on to fulfillment then, and press the final sweetness into the heavy wine. Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, ...
Maybe I liked the Anne books so much because I was...
shelbysmith: librarianpirate: pilgrimsoul: I somehow wonder if PEI can be as real for other people. It was real. And loved. And wonderful. I STILL remember when I first bought Anne of Green Gables. It was the first book I bought with my own money. It was at the Tallahassee Mall when I was like 10 or so I think. We went into a pipe store, also in the mall, to get tobacco for my uncle who...
Drshutterbug informs me yesterday was Bacon Day. Appropriately but unknowingly, I made pasta carbonara from this recipe—so much we’ll be eating it for the next week. It’s unbelievably rich, too, and calls for a pound of bacon and half a stick of butter, among other yummies. Which all goes to show you, every day is bacon day in our household.
Although full details of the plot are being kept under wraps, the book’s title,...– the Times Online: “Philip Pullman Writes Off Christ ‘the Scoundrel’” This does not bode well. Pullman is making himself a cartoon character. I liked The Golden Compass (later books were a bit heavy-handed, I thought), but now it seems he’s no better than a reality...