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Apparently, changing your last name from “Holden” to “Soltys” means more than learning to write a different grouping of letters on my checks. It also means I go from bringing “snacks, dips and chips” to the annual church picnic (those with last names starting with A through H) to bringing a dessert (those with last names starting with Q through Z).
I’m excited to get married and all, but it’s a bummer that people now expect me to bake something to bring to the party.
Il Pastio‘s pesto sauce is the best I’ve ever had.
Turns out though that it’s far better when eaten with the restaurant’s homemade noodles than with a week-old hamburger bun.
Go figure.
So Mike and I have this pact that whenever one of us asks “What are you thinking?” you have to honestly respond with just that: what you were thinking.
He just popped over to my house with two apple pies from McDonald’s, one for me and one for him. I haven’t gotten to mine yet, although his had been gobbled down.
So when I asked him, “What are you thinking?” he responded with a deep question: Are you going to eat your apple pie?
So I’m doing horribly on my quest to try out a new recipe once a fort night. I’m doing excellent, however, on not buying any new soap and relying entirely on my supply of hotel freebies.
What does this say about me?
I’m excellent at fulfilling goals that require minimal effort and zero money. As for things that require time, funding and research … well, there’s some room for improvement.
The problem with “healthy” cookies is that it’s really easy to justify eating a lot of them …
I’m making good use of the great natural lighting homemade table over at Mike’s house this afternoon, even though he’s still at work.
Just decided I was hungry, so I went to his cabinet and grabbed the fake (aka generic) Wheat Thins. And I finished them … granted there were only four and a half crackers in there, not including crumbs.
Not sure yet what the repercussions will be. On principle, I violated one of the key statutes of an open-door policy. In reality, I only ate four and a half crackers.