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Mundane Wednes Update:
For our holiday, we decided to go to the grocery store. Exotic, right? I wanted to go at like, 7am so we could get it over with before all the irritating people got there. But no...H wanted to wait until 1pm. So every asshole and their cart-across-the-entire-isle grandma was there, getting in my way and asking me to help them find shit.
Then as we're waiting to check out, some guy comes up behind me and slams into me like a mack truck. And before I can even turn around to tell him exactly where he can fuck off; I find that he is hugging me. He chats with H and me for a moment...and I'm like, I know I know this guy. I've totally seen him around, but I can't think of his name to save my life. He knows my name, and H's name (well, that it's H anyway--which isn't actually his name). So if you are that guy, please end the suspense and admit it; and I won't tell anyone that you hug like a mack truck. Well, I guess I've already told everyone, but oh well.
Today I'm making babka while H goes to Group. It's actually some kind of nerd game playing, but I call it Group because he does it with a group. I've never made babka before, and this one will be almond, even though Seinfeld says chocolate is the best. Later in the week I have to do a batch of regular bread so we can have sandwiches. I don't usually plan dinners around a bread batch coming out well. But I've gotten pretty good at yeast breads. That is mostly thanks to the Bread Bible I got for my birthday two years ago. It is the best book on breadmaking I've ever used--and I've used plenty: Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart, Whole Foods, Moosewood, Sara Moulton, and Nigella Lawson.
When H gets home, we're going to eat leftover stroganoff (to which I added HP brown sauce--AWESOME) and watch this movie. Here, it's called The Cavern which I thought I didn't want to see. Turns out, I was confusing it with The Cave, which I assumed was a lowly rip-off of The Descent which was great. I imagine I'll post a reveiw after I check it out.
Still pretty sad about Steve Irwin. I guess Discovery Channel is starting a big wildlife fund in Steve's name. The story I read today also said he had been filming "what was to be his last documentary" in Great Barrier Reef. I don't mind telling you that I don't think that's true. Obviously, it was his last doc because he died; but I don't think it was planned as his last. It's especially suspicious because yesterday no one was saying that. My understanding was that he was getting footage for Bindi (his daughter)'s new show. It was supposed to be for very young kids, like The Wiggles but for conservation. I feel kind of like a dork for being so sad. I guess I just prefer to live in a world where such things don't happen. Maybe I'll go all Steve Zissou and go on a quest to kill a stingray. Except that the Crocodile Hunter would hate that...
Oh, LOST fans:
Do you think Libby's David and Hurley's Dave are the same person?
Then as we're waiting to check out, some guy comes up behind me and slams into me like a mack truck. And before I can even turn around to tell him exactly where he can fuck off; I find that he is hugging me. He chats with H and me for a moment...and I'm like, I know I know this guy. I've totally seen him around, but I can't think of his name to save my life. He knows my name, and H's name (well, that it's H anyway--which isn't actually his name). So if you are that guy, please end the suspense and admit it; and I won't tell anyone that you hug like a mack truck. Well, I guess I've already told everyone, but oh well.
Today I'm making babka while H goes to Group. It's actually some kind of nerd game playing, but I call it Group because he does it with a group. I've never made babka before, and this one will be almond, even though Seinfeld says chocolate is the best. Later in the week I have to do a batch of regular bread so we can have sandwiches. I don't usually plan dinners around a bread batch coming out well. But I've gotten pretty good at yeast breads. That is mostly thanks to the Bread Bible I got for my birthday two years ago. It is the best book on breadmaking I've ever used--and I've used plenty: Betty Crocker, Martha Stewart, Whole Foods, Moosewood, Sara Moulton, and Nigella Lawson.
When H gets home, we're going to eat leftover stroganoff (to which I added HP brown sauce--AWESOME) and watch this movie. Here, it's called The Cavern which I thought I didn't want to see. Turns out, I was confusing it with The Cave, which I assumed was a lowly rip-off of The Descent which was great. I imagine I'll post a reveiw after I check it out.
Still pretty sad about Steve Irwin. I guess Discovery Channel is starting a big wildlife fund in Steve's name. The story I read today also said he had been filming "what was to be his last documentary" in Great Barrier Reef. I don't mind telling you that I don't think that's true. Obviously, it was his last doc because he died; but I don't think it was planned as his last. It's especially suspicious because yesterday no one was saying that. My understanding was that he was getting footage for Bindi (his daughter)'s new show. It was supposed to be for very young kids, like The Wiggles but for conservation. I feel kind of like a dork for being so sad. I guess I just prefer to live in a world where such things don't happen. Maybe I'll go all Steve Zissou and go on a quest to kill a stingray. Except that the Crocodile Hunter would hate that...
Oh, LOST fans:
Do you think Libby's David and Hurley's Dave are the same person?