October 30, 2011 by sandwichcontrol
Whatever it was, it kept waking me up just as I was about to fall asleep last night. Or I’d get the itches. Or I’d need to pee. Or the cats would try to lie on my face. I went to bed around 10:30p.m. and last looked at my watch around 2:00a.m. When I first woke up this morning I had every intention of going back to sleep. Mortimer Ichabod and Grass heard me stirring and decided to greet me loudly. Assholes. So, I got up. Two Papa sandwiches and half a cup of coffee later and I’m sitting here typing at you. Good morning.
Yesterday was pretty productive for me. I went with Word to Me to get my ears lowered by Johnny Fox. Then, Teacher Sis came and snagged me and we went to the bank, grabbed some cupcakes, dropped the cupcakes off in my fridge, picked a couple of Gyros (Paizi’s is back in the Toys r Us parking lot!) and headed to Hobby Lobby. My intent was to buy pastry bags and iron-on letters. Teacher Sis talked me out of buying the pastry bags yet, and loaned me some instead. I did get my iron-on letters however. But, more on those in a minute.
After Hobby Lobby we headed out to Target city to hit the clearance at Le Target and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Nothing. It was a total bust. I was even going to buy another flannel button up shirt, but the color selection blew in my size. If they think I’m paying 23 dollars for a shirt that I don’t get to pick my color, they’re out of their damned mind. I’ll be watching for them to go on clearance, though. A 5 dollar flannel is a different story altogether.
From there we headed to Sam’s club to pick up a few groceries for T.S.’s family. I also procured a nice big block of Danish Havarti for myself. After we left Sam’s we headed back to my house, dropped off my cheese, snagged the cupcakes and my “Cookies” cookbook, and headed over to her house to eat a lot of cupcakes and make “pistachio tuile”. Tuile, apparently, is French for tile, like those used for roofing. The cookies are called this because they resemble roof tiles. That’s what the book says anyway. All I know is that these little guys are delicious, but involve you having to fold cookies that just came out of the oven. Needless to say, there was plenty of T.S. and myself shouting expletives followed by the the word “hot”. Also, baking them was definitely a two person job. If you did it alone, it would take you all day to make these 70 little wafer-thin cookies. Also, Teacher Sis was determined to recreate the photo from the cookbook:
So far, both of the recipes I’ve made from the cookbook are very labor intensive. But, as T.S. so delicately put it “The book isn’t called cookies for pussies.”
Cookie Puss anyone?
Right. After we had sufficiently gorged on cupcakes and tuile, I came home to slip into a diabetic coma while watching Star Trek. Once my episode was over, I set out to finish a project that I had started a while back. I felt it was time for an overhaul of my Metal jacket. That’s what I needed the iron-on letters for. I’m such a weirdo. I come home from shopping and baking with my sister to iron patches onto my Metal jacket. Whatever. It looks pretty badass.
P.S. I almost forgot it was Bubba Fett’s birthday. Happy Birthday! Be sure to wish him one as well.
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