What, you say? How can I possibly write a post entitled "Fun With Cooking"?

Well, in all fairness, you do have a point. My cooking skills are legendary, and not in the good way. The kitchen is not my domain. And I did once set Spaghetti-O's on fire. Not one of my finer moments, indeed. However, when serving as an assistant to someone more trained ( Read more... )

So, the other day, last weekish sometime, was my birthday. Once again, SO OLD!

( Things I did, followed by Things I thought about. Oooh, introspective! )

This post is dedicated to anyone I know in the Australo-Pacific region.

Yesterday, my lunch consisted entirely of a box of Tim-Tams. Yes, a whole box. Yes, Tim-Tams. You guys are right- they're pretty damn good. Once again, the Land Down Under proves its worth.

These past few days have been quite impressive, food-wise.

( Food. It's good for you. Eat it. All of it. )

This weekend, there was a wedding.

( This story does not actually talk about the wedding, but what came before. It's like a prequel, see? )

While one may or may not debate the quality of my many skills, one thing is unarguable: the kitchen is not my domain.

( Why can't everyone just cook with a microwave? Like, seriously? )

So... it's a New Year. And like any New Year, it should start off with a bang.

( Well, alright, this was two weeks ago and all that. I'm slow. Sue me. )

The Embassy of Iran brought me a big box of Godiva chocolates for the holidays. I declare this third of the Axis of Evil acceptable in my sight.

Many months ago, I had a most tragic encounter with a box of Girl Scout Thin Mint Cookies which resulted in most of them leaping to their horrible fate inside my belly. It was heartbreaking, in that sugary-sweet chocolate-covered kind of way ( Read more... )

Last Friday we were accosted by ninjas.

( Segue into obvious story here. )