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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.