Fatbutt is very...thoughtful about his barfing. He does it into the food bowl every time.Mine, too. And she always runs to the closest rug she can find before she expels her stomach contents. My mom always says, "Why do you HAVE to puke on a rug everytime!?"
You think so? I don't find that to be the case. Although baking is much more precise. With cooking you can usually just do a pinch here, eyeball that there, but if you do that with baking it won't come out right.
Experiential Culinary Tip of the Day:
In the rare and unfortunate event that you find yourself facing a sickly sweet bowl of soup or stew, the saccharine taste can be satisfactorily masked with copious amounts of black pepper (and most likely any spicy seasoning).
^ I kinda agree. I, too, cook by eye and I can usually make things turn out pretty darn good. Baking though, I'm always precise with. I don't totally suck at it, and I do enjoy it, but I can cook so much better.Baking is so different from regular cooking. It's like a whole different world.![]()
^ Not always true. I mean I can't do that, not a lot of people can. But my mom? She can eyeball pretty much every single ingredient when making a cake and it comes out perfect every time.You think so? I don't find that to be the case. Although baking is much more precise. With cooking you can usually just do a pinch here, eyeball that there, but if you do that with baking it won't come out right.
Sweet soup? That almost sounds worse than chilled soup.
Fatbutt is very...thoughtful about his barfing. He does it into the food bowl every time.mg:
Seems like there's always something wrong with my state of health, which makes me think it must be psychologically-based. But not necessarily. I do have a thyroid problem. I feel like a hypochondriac, though, like I'm imagining things! Today for seemingly NO REASON I've been jittery all day, and I haven't had any coffee or anything. And my stomach hurt, I was short of breath, felt nauseous, and some other shit. Still feel pretty bad. I was a nervous wreck in class. Gahhhhh I'm so sick of this weirdness. At least everyone loved the cookies I made for our last class. I was worried no one would want any, but they were all eaten up![]()
So today I once again told my mom that instead of getting me a Christmas present, she should just give a donation to the people in the Philippines... and she seems to think that this isn't a real present. So I said 'What would Jesus want you to do here? Buy some e-reader made by slaves in China or give money to help people in need?'
She perked up and said 'do you want an e-reader?'.
I swear... it's like some people just can't have a Christmas that doesn't involve buying mountains of future junk produced by the worst people in the world.
I understand birds. I wish I had been born one. Preferably a Yellow-tailed Cockatoo.
They are goooorrgeous. I'd be a sun conure because they're a ray of sunshine like me. har har har