A good friend of mine sent me some raw peanuts from Louisiana. You can’t really find them in Seattle. I made some boiled peanuts with them. I have fond memories of growing up in South Carolina, stopping at some mom and pop gas station on the way to the beach and buying a wet, steaming brown paper bag of these for the ride. We ate them like candy. If you’ve never had them, they’re an acquired taste.


I’ve also been baking like a mad woman.

Yummy chocolate chip cookies. My sister-in-law gave me a great tip. If you add a box of vanilla instant pudding mix to your cookie batter it makes the cookies softer longer. I like a crispy cookie occasionally, but nothing beats a soft, warm, ooey gooey choco-chip cookie.
I also made…

These delectable brownies.
Mmmmn! Want some? Too bad. I’m sorry, they were for the neighbors. I gave out tins of them cause we’re new to the neighborhood and I wanted to start out on a good foot. And also I was hoping to buy them off cause Jacob is getting better at the drums and to get better at the drums you have to practice and if you have to practice you’re pretty much going to piss off the whole little cul-de-sac in one go.
I’m being proactive!
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A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













Good Golly woman! Those peanuts were delicious. And the cookies and brownies were incredibly good. Not to mention you catered the ENTIRE work party for 30 people and they loved everything. You shouldn’t advertise though, because people will want care packages. Only people who send peanuts get peanuts back!
You’re an incredible dork. But ah, I love ya.
ya know, that’s just RUDE. putting pictures of yummy cookies on my screen and then not sharing any with me. It *is* all about me, you know!!!
I’ll send you all the peanuts you want, but I want some damn brownies! You can be rude to bg all day long, though. ‘s ok. He *likes* it.
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I’ll make more and send them around…if I can find my kitchen under all this snow!