Saturday, January 26, 2008

*fickle fridays.

I love:

I tried desperately, and failed majestically, to take an in-focus picture of this. But I'm officially in love. It's a terrific idea (and oh-so-necessary in small and/or badly ventilated kitchens), has adorable retro styling, and manages to make people utter words previously unheard outside of communes: "mmmm ... patchouli ... " Get one!

I loathe:

Don't get me wrong. I know there's something reprehensible about instant potatoes generally. But every so often they make for lovely comfort food, in the way only foods that are "instant" and "embarrassing" can. Stay far away from the generic brands, though. I'm a loyal cheap-choice adherent, but these have the consistency of paste, and when you open the container of leftovers, you will be assaulted by the faux-garlic stench. Which is a shame, because if they didn't smell so bad, I'd caulk my tub with them.




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I am a work in progress. I perpetually need a hair cut. I'm totally devoted to my remarkable nieces and nephew. I am an elementary home cook and a magazine worker bee. (Please criticize my syntax and spelling in the comments.) I think my dog is hilarious. I like chicken and spicy things. I have difficulty being a grown-up. Left to my own devices, I will eat enormous amounts of cheese snacks of all kinds.