Why would you have a costume party on Valentine's day?
I have no idea.
But we did anyway.
It was fun.
Guess what I dressed up as...
That's right!
A blue mushroom.
My happy new umbrella helped amazingly.
Roommate M dressed as static cling, while her sister and brother-in-law came as complex conjugates. (Those are some really neat and funky math things)
The party was expanded by the addition of truck driver and a fearsome pirate who kept threatening to chop me up for dinner with his actual knife because he liked mushrooms. And with the pirate came some random hitchhiker guy. A skier and a sheeted fellow completed the cast.
We ate cheesecake (this was the setting for the cayenne pepper cheesecake). And we played games.
And took many many pictures.
I like costume parties.
I hope to have another one someday.
"My heart is overflowing with a good theme; I recite my composition concerning the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer." Psalm 45:1
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Cayenne Pepper
in a cheesecake!
Hurrah!
Chocolate cheesecake spiced with cayenne pepper and cinnamon is an amazing thing.
I will have to make it again sometime.
Hurrah!
Chocolate cheesecake spiced with cayenne pepper and cinnamon is an amazing thing.
I will have to make it again sometime.
Writing with my left hand
Although I am right-handed, I sometimes find it fun to try writing with my left hand.
Except I sort of had to do it for real this week.
Monday night I slipped and slid on some ice and ended up with a very nasty-looking swollen finger on my right hand.
All my happy pessimistic friends decided it must be broken. So I got an x-ray on Thursday.
But it wasn't broken.
Meanwhile, however, I kept that finger taped up to another one using masking tape (a gentler alternative to duct tape, I thought) because it was so swollen and hurt if I bent it wrong.
And by the end of a long day of taking notes with my peculiar finger arrangement, my hand hurt. But I still had a crib sheet for an exam left to finish.
So I wrote it with my left hand until my right hand felt good enough to pick up writing again.
Except I sort of had to do it for real this week.
Monday night I slipped and slid on some ice and ended up with a very nasty-looking swollen finger on my right hand.
All my happy pessimistic friends decided it must be broken. So I got an x-ray on Thursday.
But it wasn't broken.
Meanwhile, however, I kept that finger taped up to another one using masking tape (a gentler alternative to duct tape, I thought) because it was so swollen and hurt if I bent it wrong.
And by the end of a long day of taking notes with my peculiar finger arrangement, my hand hurt. But I still had a crib sheet for an exam left to finish.
So I wrote it with my left hand until my right hand felt good enough to pick up writing again.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Curried Yogurt
It was surprisingly pleasant, actually.
And the ginger added a nice zing to it that helped.
Savory yogurt instead of sweet...
Maybe next time we can try spiced yogurt?
Or perhaps hot yogurt.
Anyways, the accidental adding of curry to the yogurt instead of cinnamon turned out to be quite good.
And the ginger added a nice zing to it that helped.
Savory yogurt instead of sweet...
Maybe next time we can try spiced yogurt?
Or perhaps hot yogurt.
Anyways, the accidental adding of curry to the yogurt instead of cinnamon turned out to be quite good.
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