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tirasimu and apparently, escargot
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Took chooseewan to dinner to belatedly celebrate her birthday. Child attended.

Now, this alone would not be that much of a thing. Except, well. See, she's--very odd. About food.

I'll reinterate my position on food, specifically, meat.

There are only Four.

The Beef, The Chicken (variations include turkey and cornish game hen, and did I mention I'm not using human logic?), the Pork, and the Lobster (which occasionally allows fish, but very rarely and with much fighting and whimpering). That's it. I've had brief flirtations with buffalo, and we shall not even discuss the venison sitch, but you get the idea. I'm narrow and unsophisticated and unwilling to try new things, dammit, and I'm proud of it.

To clarify--internal organs I do not go near, except for gizzards, because, well, I was raised on them and by the time The Rules for Eating had developed, I already loved them. So. The exception.

And she KNOWS this. So where does she want to go?

This--this place. I did four scans of the menu before I found one of the Four, and the rest--my God, the rest. She grins and mentions liking escargot. Maybe the terror in my eyes was enough to convince her that some things should never be mentioned in my presence, such as land-dwelling mollusks cooked in garlic oil with a side of some word I dont even know. Calamari? Right. Let me count the ways I would be unable to function.

Again, me? Very limited. I'm happy with this. I really, really am.

But damn, best chicken EVER. I mean--so good it melted, with sauteed spinach and garlic potatoes and this very red sauce that you know, I don't CARE what it was, it was amazing. So, shall return and brave swordfish. She swears I will like it. She does. But she eats SNAILS. You see my dilemma.

*hugs* Happy birthday, sweetie, in case I forgot. Which I did.

Feeling pretentious, we went someplace else for dessert, where i indulged in tirasimu and child in The Ice Cream God Made to Remind Us of How Good the Afterlife Will Be. My waistline may be bitter, but you know, chasing it with hot fudge? I don't think I've had sex that was this satisfactory. Not to mention the fact there was no cleaning up after. Plus there.

But. Good food. Oh yes.

Points of interest--she's not a slash person at ALL. Upon mentioning the Meant to Be, Dammit, of Clark and Lex, she said, no, I don't see it.

I petted her and told her to keep watching.

So, we were discussing Lex in Exodus and clones, and she was quite happily discussing the Clex, which trust me, tons of amusement going on here, and then she looked at me and pointed out that if I hadn't said anything, she wouldn't have noticed, but since, it is impossible to ignore, what with the helpfulness of pointing out pool cues and all that staring.

Now? She watches QaF.

For the plot, of course. Only the plot. Of course.

We ended being out much too late, but that's fine, as we are young and resilient, and also, stupid. You know, work? What work? Oh, right, that thing where I'll be seeing one hundred something clients (I counted!).

Okay, I counted because we're back to paper logs. *shudders*

Rollover of the new system is at teh end of the month. The current system goes to read-only on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday. Day after tomorrow. This should be fun. From an observational standpoint, everyone having to work off paper will be amusing, and I plan to be amused, since I'm well aware the bad temper? Is going to be taken out on me and the others.

Which you know, is fine. As long as I get to mock after. *nods*

Am engaged in long, long, LONG discussion regarding idealism. Also randomly adding tracks to my little player and thinking of taking it to work and hooking it into the computer so I can play them there, though I'm not sure if it's allowed. Pah, I say. Who wouldn't welcome Natalie Imbruglia on repeat for eight hours straight? A strange person indeed.

*grins*

And of course, why sleep when I can waste time on the internet? I ask you, silly question.

Bought bright, bright red temp hair dye from Planet K. It's very--bright. I wonder if this is a professional image. I mean, right, it's not green, and right, I only did the front fo my hair, but....

It's very red. This pleases me.

Okay, will finish up coding page and THEN go to bed. Goal set forth. Like an army, I conquer. Though currently, it does have me begging for mercy. I hate javascript. Hate hate hate.

*looks determined*


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Am engaged in long, long, LONG discussion regarding idealism.

Oh, dear. True, I've written stories that are shorter than that last email to you was. Sorry. *g*

*grins* I enjoy it. Few people indulge my adoration of length emails anymore, what with insta!LJ communication thing, darn it. So to speak.

Besides, where else can I mumble about sunshine and roses without getting snickered out of existence???????

I just had to write and comment that, while there's nothing I can say to add to this entry, it made me howl with laughter. If it was a feel-good indie movie, it would be My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Only, y'know, funnier. And more feel-good.

*wanders off singing Torn*

Aww. I need to see that movie. *mulls*

*remembers The Chicken and drools, as I had Taco Bell tonight*

The movie? Not so great. It was okay, I suppose, but worth all the hype it wasn't.

I was going to have Toxic Hell--er, Taco Bell earlier, but opted for a tuna sub. My stomach is telling me I may have chosen poorly.

You are The Funny. I am also contemplating the buying of red hair dye - although a much more subdued dark red. My brown roots have been allowed to flourish for about six months now. The urge to go redhead is back in full force.

*nods* I love red. IT's been my Special Rebellion since adolescence. NOrmal teenagers did cool rebellions. Me? Dyed my hair a totally harmless shade of red. *grins*

This red is very--vivid. I keep looking in the mirror. THere's a definite neon-red thing going on there. One might even say, fire engine.

One *might*.

Food, glorious food!

To clarify--internal organs I do not go near, except for gizzards, because, well, I was raised on them and by the time The Rules for Eating had developed, I already loved them. So. The exception.

You don't like calimari but you eat gizzards?! *blinks* Huh. I've never tried them, it's just that they sound about as disgusting, as say, haggis. On the other hand, I grew up with kidney (with steak) and liver (with bacon), so I'm used to eating those, just don't like cooking it.

My only food rules apply to cooking. Generally, if I can see it's eyes, I'm not cooking it. If it came from inside the animal (internal organs, meat itself doesn't count), someone else should cook it for me.

And I don't eat peanutbutter. But that has no rational reason other than I dislike the smell, and as a small child, I was convinced that if I ate peanutbutter my jaws would stick together and I'd never be able to open my mouth again. And after explaining that, your theories look positively sound and logical. *g*

Re: Food, glorious food!

It was years before I understood the True Ickiness of gizzards,b ut by then, far, far too late. Dammit. Totally screws with my consistency. *grins*

My only food rules apply to cooking. Generally, if I can see it's eyes, I'm not cooking it. If it came from inside the animal (internal organs, meat itself doesn't count), someone else should cook it for me.

*collapses* I LOVE that rule!

I'm anti-nutella. I understand the terror of strange spreads. *nod*

Re: Food, glorious food!

I'm glad it's not just me. *g*

And the rule works well. (Would work better if I wasn't living alone, but does mean that I can pressure for Steak'n'Kidney pie, or Lambs' Fry when I visit family. *g*)

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*hee* Phallic symbology combined with long, long, is that in the script? looks tends to have this werid effect.

I'm so destroying her by inches. *sends love to chooseewan*

See now, I feel as though I must interject here to defend myself. So I may be a bit pretentious, especially when dinning out. But hey, I'm studying to be a lawyer; it goes with the territory. LOL!

Just a quick mention of Qaf, great ep. One particular part hit too close to home. Kinda reminded me of what happened with Shanna and I. I'll tell you in an email.

And the reason I'm not into slash, or any fic for that matter, I'm too lazy to read.

Just want to ask, since you're a Ewan fan, have you seen him in The Pillow Book?

I saw that in passing on the Independent Film Channel, and couldn't tear myself away.

Yes, I think we all "SAW" a little more of Ewan than intended. I'm not one for art films, so I may not have appreciated it for it's value. But I would appreciate if someone were to write on me. HEE HEE HEE

The Beef, The Chicken (variations include turkey and cornish game hen, and did I mention I'm not using human logic?), the Pork, and the Lobster (which occasionally allows fish, but very rarely and with much fighting and whimpering).
Sounds pretty logical to me. Calamari would be squid, usually deep fried. It was the first animal I dissected. We dissected them at camp and then deep fried and ate them. (they were fresh, not chemically preserved)

Now, I have had people tell me that car bumpers taste good breaded and deep fried. Calamari are probably not quite as chewy (although the tentacles can be somewhat tough), and in my opinion, they were better than most camp food. I have had them since, and they fit into two categories: Calamari steak, which is the mantle of the squid and is a flat, white food (also breaded and deep fried), and The Tentacles, which generally look pretty much like tentacles. If you have a choice, go with the steak.

Oh right. You're probably wondering what they taste like. Well. They don't taste like chicken. My favorite chicken dish, btw., is Chicken Marsala. Yummy stuff in a red wine sauce.
-Silverkyst

*shudder* I had calamari once. No one told me waht it was, but the taste was--yes. weird.

Then, on top of the fried stuff, there it was. One entire, whole-looking one, complete with tiny fried tentacles.

My trauma should have been diagnosed and treated a LONG time ago.

Chicken Marsala? *curious* That sounds good. And I'm also hungry now. Damn.

Okay, so evidently Marsala wine can be white or red. There's a recipie here:
http://chicken.allrecipes.com/AZ/ChickenMarsala.asp
It doesn't sound *quite* like what I had at the four star restaurant, but it still sounds good.

-Silverkyst

Oh, forgot to mention in earlier post - it's tiramisu, not tirasimu.

*sighs* Of course it is. I have a destiny. One of them is spelling errors that will follow me wherever I go. Like a security blanket, except neither blankety nor secure.

*looks at dessert in betrayal*

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