|Me with my BH, Scott|
I find kneading bread by hand to be almost cathartic.
I am terrified to trim my daughter's fingernails.
I get nauseous when I come across ginger.
I listen to NPR.
The best pizza I have ever had is the Gay 90's Special at Dirty Dave's Pizza Parlor in Olympia, Washington (my hometown). It's the cashews. Don't judge until you've tried it.
|Zooey the Devil Dog|
I don't like rosemary, basil, anise, or rye.
I am convinced that at least 10 of the 11 secret herbs and spices at KFC are salt.
I really really really like puns and shaggy dog stories.
I use a Mac.
My marmalade cat Holden was the first Christmas present my husband ever got me. No, he wasn't in a box like Lady and the Tramp. He was a shelter cat - the most loving of all cat breeds, you know.
Zooey, my dog, is a black and tan coonhound; if you don't know anything about these dogs, learn something. They are awesome animals, despite the stress she causes me when she escapes from our yard.
|Holden the old man|
I would prefer to corn my own beef.
Monkeys are gross.
I get a little snippy with the Arizona markets when they tell me that they have "krab" and behave like it's an acceptable substitute when I am asking for CRAB.
Bacon and maple. No explanation necessary.
I love Brussels sprouts.
I can't moderate my intake of soda, especially Dr. Pepper®, so I have worked to part ways. It's a crutch, though, and I've fallen off the wagon a fair few times. Usually I remember why I wanted to end our relationship, but sometimes it's the best thing ever.
Both my husband and I are proud lefties.
I like to theme and/or name things. My pets both have names from works by the late J.D. Salinger; I christened my Cuisinart® Julia, and my Kitchenaid® is named Watson.
There are certain food items on which I refuse to compromise taste for health. Macaroni and cheese should have copious amounts of butter, sharp cheddar, and sour cream (as well as crushed potato chips for the topping) - no no-fat, low-calorie, non-dairy crap. There is a time and a place for everything, and sometimes, it's OK to splurge.
I try to buy local, have been part of a CSA, and would love to eat more meatless meals. But I haven't gone vegetarian. Noble though it is to be less cruel and more sustainable, I selfishly admit that I love bacon, ribs, and pastrami far too much at this point in my life. What I do try to do is eat less meat and when I do, I try to ensure that it's as humane as possible.
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