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She is done! She is packed into a Fed Ex Pak! A day early -- so I can save some $ on delivery. Yip!

I realize this is very boring, but I made it, and must w00t.

Friends are coming over for prezzies tomorrow night, and I have a new Thai cookbook. Therefore the afternoon was spent chasing down lemongrass and curry paste and that sort of thing. Oh, how they laughed at the foofy organic food market when I asked to buy a bit of octopus! They told me there wasn't a tentacle to be had in all Nebraska, but I scored at an Asian grocery. So there, scoffers.

Also took a bash at rahira's stuffed tomato recipe, but I burned the bacon and put in too much mayo. And there wasn't any Italian parsley anywhere -- had to settle for Sad Parsley. I'll give it another shot tomorrow. Lord, lord, in the midwest they get $3.00 for a handful of cherry tomatos in winter. My aching folicles. Three years here and produce still gives me sticker shock.

If I could magically receive vidding skillz from on high, I'd make a Spuffy S6 vid to Like a Pony. I'm purile that way. Except maybe there wasn't enough graphic sex in S6 to fill up a whole song. Hm.

The octopi look tremendously pitiful in their little baggie. Poor babies. I hope my coconut soup doesn't turn out repulsive. Maybe if I chop them into unidentifiable bits my guests wont recoil.

Caravaggio's at the museum! Featuring the painting with the angel cherishing a swooning St. Francis, immediately post-stigmata. For obvious reasons I love that painting heaps, and painted a copy of it once. I wonder if I'll have time to gawk at it tomorrow between rounds of cookie baking and octopi chopping.

Whee, a night off. I need fic.

Thank God, I made a mistake with my coconut soup recipe. I should be using squid, not octopus. I'm vastly relieved. Didn't think much of obliging my poor guests to ingest those sad, wee, grotesque corpses. They look like tiny used condoms with tentacles. Truly hideous and tragic. Not a vibe that shouts: eat, eat!