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procrastination destination
recipes, kind of
- aebelskivers
- apple cranberry sauce
- avgolemono, aka greek lemon rice soup
- black eyed peas
- black-bottomed cupcakes
- brussel sprouts, roasted
- chickpea, yam & pumpkin stew
- chickpeas & chicken
- deconstructed-falafel soup
- double boiler frosting
- doughnut holes
- easy springtime dinner
- everything but the kitchen sink soup
- fresh tomato garlic sauce
- fruit with english custard
- garlic confit
- garlic three ways soup
- gazpacho
- gingerbread cake
- granola
- indian-style corn chowder
- japanese-style dinner party
- kugel
- late summer supper (potato & corn chowder, vanilla ice cream with peach sauce)
- leek & potato soup
- leek, sweet potato, & navy bean puree soup
- meringue cookies
- miso sweet potato soup
- paul's green stuff
- peanut stew with rice
- posole
- pumpkin bread pudding with caramel sauce
- quick bread
- red pepper & tomato soup
- roasted rosemary cashews
- roasted sweet potatoes
- squash soup
- stuffed chicken with mushrooms
- tastes like fall (tomato soup, roasted turnips, squash mash, apple sauce, ground cherry pie)
- upside down french toast
- yogurt
- zuchinni 'bisque'
in heavy rotation
- anna ternheim - no i don't remember
- benoit pioulard - margin
- bon iver - holocene
- cat power - maybe not
- chet faker - terms & conditions
- daughter - amsterdam
- flume & chet faker - drop the game
- flume & chet faker - this song is not about a girl
- james blake - lindisfarne
- milo greene - 1957
- placebo - running up that hill
- tricky - lovecats
- wake owl - gold
- wye oak - civilian
beloved reads
- a shining affliction / annie g. rogers
- amazing grace / jonathan kozol
- american woman / susan choi
- arc d'x / steve ericson
- blue sword / robin mckinley
- bone people / keri hulme
- cloud atlas / david mitchell
- danny the champion of the world / roald dahl
- dark sky question / larissa szporluk
- fact of a doorframe / adrienne rich
- geek love / katherine dunn
- girl of the limberlost / gene stratton-porter
- life after god / douglas coupland
- living and the dead / paul hendrikson
- mrs. frisby and the rats of NIMH / robert o'brien
- ordinary people / judith guest
- orsinian tales / ursula k. leguin
- oyster / jeanette turner hospital
- perilous gard / elizabeth marie pope
- the dispossessed / ursula k. leguin
- the passion / jeanette winterson
- things they carried / tim o'brien
- winter's tale / mark helprin
2 comments:
This reminds me of the time I lost my first tooth. I was in a Mexican restaurant with my parents and Grandmother, and being the 4-year old that I was I had ordered grilled-cheese with french fries. While eating, upon a strange discovery I declared that there was a bone in my french fry. My parents took it out to investigate, and learned that it was my own tooth.
Aww. I lost a tooth in Mohegan Lake once when my friend Amy and I crashed into each other under water. I was worried the tooth fairy wouldn't come since we never did find the tooth, but lo and behold, there was a dollar under my pillow the next morning anyway.
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