the basketweave
Saturday, February 07, 2009
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Tomatoes, New Zealand music, chasing wee Babbo with syringes full of insulin, real and virtual communities, potlucks, espresso and beer, goofy hips, and our next holiday.
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Oh my god! I can't believe you made this! Well, actually I can. I've known you for years, after all.
Keith showed me this exact recipe recently (it was from the NYT, right?) and my stomach twisted itself and my esophagus into knots just at the mere sight of it.
The last time I ate bacon, years ago now, was that bad.
It was the Beowulf of bad dining experiences. Nay, the Grendel. It was Viking hordes on the village green. It was fire, endless flames. It was the end of hope, a long dark night of the soul.
I hope you are feeling all right today, my dear.
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