Tonight, (the 28th that is, I don't have Internet access as I write this) I was rooting around in my fridge looking for a morsel I could wrap my tongue around and really enjoy. So I see a 2 litre pop bottle, noname and pink, and I think to myself "Oh hey, creme soda, just what my fucking tongue ordered." So I pull out what I'd assumed would have been my ticket to the gustatory equivalent of LSD, and I read the label to find... cranberry soda.
It can't be _that_ bad, I'm thinking to myself. And hey, I'll try anything once.
Lo and behold, It was. Bad, that is.
Deciding that real fruit might be the answer, I took a banana on the verge of browning, crushed it up, and mixed in some sugar. I recommend this, it's like a milkshake without the milk and other fruit. And you eat it with a spoon.
Oh, what a wonderful classmate I've found myself. LadyK and I had to bake something(not ourselves) for a project on culture, so I decided that cheese blintzes would be a great thing to make. basically, you take cottage, grated cheese and an egg, mix it up, wrap it in a crepe and cover that with more grated cheese, then put it in the oven until it's all melty and the egg has cooked.(About an hour at 350F I think.) Served with sour creme or powdered sugar, it's the ultimate temptation for those special unmutated lactose intolerants.
So we had to create a board to show off whatever culture we picked our food from, and I mentioned to LadyK that my grandfather hailed from the Lithuanian Aukstaitija(Highlands) and the blintzes are served regularly in a couple Jewish holidays. Terribly, she only heard the last half, and proceeded to look up and amalgamate what she heard we were doing it on... Much to my dismay, we ended up with a presentation that had very little to do with my heritage.
We should have done the project on Ireland, her genealogy, and brought in "Dried leprechaun." Hopefully none of the teachers would have taken a bite of our green stuff. Might get our stand shut down and us put out.
(PS that's weed I'm talking about. The "Pot of gold" is just "Pot", and the end of the rainbow is the beginning of the next.)
On another unrelated note, I ended up doing another seminar today, quite literally I failed. Epistemology is hard.
Flying high, (but grounded firmly in reality)Ryan "Boxxertrumps" Trumpa