May 11th, 2006

Brown-eyed Stare


Okay. I get the hint.

I don't have to deal with loved ones dying suddenly. I have all my
limbs, and they work (mostly). I have a bed to sleep in, and food to
eat, and a job to go to.

And now I feel wretched for having bitched about anything.

I'm gonna shut up now.
Brown-eyed Stare

A small culinary note....

Our cafeteria makes their own croutions. And usually they're garlicky
and good, especially in soup.

But I have to say this, for today:

Cinnamon-raisin bread does *not* make good garlic croutons. Especially
in Brocolli-Cheddar (sp?) soup.

Just. Ew.