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I made awesome peanut butter cookies and brought them to school today. They were easy to make. Here's the recipe, but I used a cup of actual butter instead of the margarine and shortening. That twerp in my class who's always got a smart-aleck comment and apparently doesn't know the difference between real punk combat boots and skechers combat boots, piped up about how he wasn't having any. I think deep down he might be a nice guy, even one who could have a lot in common with me and whose company I might enjoy, but I'm not dealing with deep down. I'm dealing with the image, including t-shirts that say "sarcasm, just one of the many services I offer". Puh-leeze. Everyone else is enjoying the cookies. They're awesome. I used a couple drops of organic vanilla extract, and the eggs were free range, the brown sugar was light brown c&h, the flour was unbleached, and the butter was organic. They rule.

As long as I was bringing in food, I thought I'd bring in this stuff that's been sitting in my kitchen ever since my friend Chet left it there with the intention of picking up later. (Don't ask. Chet's scattered like that.) The stuff I brought in was laden with trans fats (fifteen or so marathon "energy" bars, six or seven detour "energy" bars, and 3 cans of progresso clam chowder.) I put them on a table under a sign tht said "This stuff is full of trans fats so I'm giving it away. No one should eat trans fat. It's terrible for you. If you don't care, go ahead and take them. -- a health-conscious student". When I came down for lunch, all that was left were the soups. People are too apathetic to figure out that "detour" equals triple bypass surgery.

Someone who was at this computer earlier was at this page, her homepage. Warning, angelfire page. It's pages like this one that make me feel good about my blog.

Tonight I'm taking a pork shoulder and getting it ready for crock-potting. Then tomorrow I'm cooking it all day while I'm at school. Then the next day I'm shredding and chopping it and cooking it all day again, but with barbecue sauce and a pepper or two. Then Wednesday night when I get home from school there will be a steamin' hot crock pot full of barbecue. Or there will be some crazy fire that burns my house down. If you want, come over and have some. But call first or I might shoot you. Nigga.

Back to work on the stem. We're threading but there aren't enough of the threaders to go around so I have to get a good spot in line.

Never mind, my leg has fallen asleep. Way asleep. Yipe, it hurts and tingles. Easy...ow! Easy... yeah, it's pretty dead. Later.

posted by dale @ 1:04 PM