hi folks,
…it took forever to get to work today,
one of those god damned genetically modified
carrots the size of a tree
fell off a truck and blocked up traffic
on the BQE for an hour.
mopar, everytime you discuss food with DH (Not the hubby DH but the Hipster one), you guys make all of us drool. You HAVE to have a PLUSA dinner once you’re done with most or all of the house. I’ll bring vodka and caviar and we can do Russki style “thanksgiving”.
DIBS, nope just called ground beef. I’m sorry to say that most of the meat in grocery stores are from cows who do very little walking about and very little eating grass and aren’t even two years old (they fatten up quickly bcs they’re fed such modified crap and pumped with antibiotics — used to be steers were slaughtered at 4 years or more). You may think it’s unusual (veal!), but it’s the usual.
Ohhhhhh! Steve picked up a copy of Amy Sohn’s latest at a book sale and I took a look. It was sprinkled with juicy references and tidbits like that hardware store you guys always mention Pinchik and Maggie Gyllenhaal shopping in the Coop, but it was so boring. The narrative was all about seeeeeex. Boring. Boring. Do I really care about some stupid woman and her vibrator? Or her attempts to seduce dads at the playground? Is that really supposed to be shocking or interesting? Candace Bushnell’s One Fifth is kind of the same idea but so much better.
First, please STOP straightening her apartment. The more you straighten, the more animals you locate. And I know what’s going to happen: I’m distracted this week, so, come Saturday, I’ll be the one stuck cleaning the snake, spider, orangutan, and ferret cages, not to mention the fish bowls and the (damn) cats’ litter boxes.
B. You people forgot the ferrets!! Arkady, please tell me you fed the ferrets last night?!?!?
3. Slopey, Snappy is good. She’ll probably return to the SSC&JB firm next week. We spoke Sunday, and I texted her last night to let her know that *rob* found the ferrets under the dining room table.
The meat in Tokyo is from muscular grass fed athletic cows who work out and run in marathons. It comes from Australia and tastes like GAAAAA!!!
hi folks,
…it took forever to get to work today,
one of those god damned genetically modified
carrots the size of a tree
fell off a truck and blocked up traffic
on the BQE for an hour.
anyone see Woody Allen’s ; Sleeper?
DIBS, organic tastes better. That is the point. (And when it doesn’t taste better, don’t buy it.)
mopar, everytime you discuss food with DH (Not the hubby DH but the Hipster one), you guys make all of us drool. You HAVE to have a PLUSA dinner once you’re done with most or all of the house. I’ll bring vodka and caviar and we can do Russki style “thanksgiving”.
dibs – Veal is calf – like the diff between lamb (baby) & mutton (full grown.)
DIBS, nope just called ground beef. I’m sorry to say that most of the meat in grocery stores are from cows who do very little walking about and very little eating grass and aren’t even two years old (they fatten up quickly bcs they’re fed such modified crap and pumped with antibiotics — used to be steers were slaughtered at 4 years or more). You may think it’s unusual (veal!), but it’s the usual.
Ohhhhhh! Steve picked up a copy of Amy Sohn’s latest at a book sale and I took a look. It was sprinkled with juicy references and tidbits like that hardware store you guys always mention Pinchik and Maggie Gyllenhaal shopping in the Coop, but it was so boring. The narrative was all about seeeeeex. Boring. Boring. Do I really care about some stupid woman and her vibrator? Or her attempts to seduce dads at the playground? Is that really supposed to be shocking or interesting? Candace Bushnell’s One Fifth is kind of the same idea but so much better.
Is it time for sex talk..eerrrr I meant raunch hour yet?
Posted by: Kensingtonian at March 3, 2010 2:18 PM
Only if it’s organic, or is that orgasmic, in a $5.25MM BH house, with a recovering economy, on the side of the Gowanus Canal.
Thanks for the recap, donatella!
Team Snappy:
First, please STOP straightening her apartment. The more you straighten, the more animals you locate. And I know what’s going to happen: I’m distracted this week, so, come Saturday, I’ll be the one stuck cleaning the snake, spider, orangutan, and ferret cages, not to mention the fish bowls and the (damn) cats’ litter boxes.
B. You people forgot the ferrets!! Arkady, please tell me you fed the ferrets last night?!?!?
3. Slopey, Snappy is good. She’ll probably return to the SSC&JB firm next week. We spoke Sunday, and I texted her last night to let her know that *rob* found the ferrets under the dining room table.