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Good morning, all! Happy Post-Thanksgiving. I hope it was a pleasant one!

I spent the day with my mom, had good eats and relaxed (eventually). Mom was a bit stressed out this week.

Meanwhile, I'm harboring a college buddy in my guest room. He needed a place to crash, so I left a hide-a-key for him and he was able to let himself in and relax. I caught him napping on my couch, reading one of my rpg books. That's actually how we first met: Dungeons and Dragons roleplaying.

Now I'll try to sleep. Soon, the new toy shall arrive!

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I now have a tv and dvd in my guest bedroom. Now I need guests who love dvds while laying in bed.

T minus 6.5 hours until the earliest possible delivery of the NEW TOY.

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For those interested in tracking the Texas Twang, the New York Times covers some work done by researchers.

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I made this delicious popover recipe at my mother's house last night. It has the delightful consistency of yorkshire pudding.

I wish to make more for leftovers tonight. Let's see if Ican remember the recipe from memory:


Preheat oven to 400.

Mix:
1.25 cups of flour
1.25 cups of milk
3 eggs
1/2 tsp salt
2 tbls. melted unsalted butter

1 tbls unsalted butter for popover cups

Mix ingredients until they are the consistency of heavy cream. Stick empty, greasted popover pan in oven for 2 minutes to preheat. Remove pan and put a little bit of butter in each cup. Fill cups half-way with mixture. Cook at 400 for 20 minutes. Change heat to 325 and cook for 20 more minutes.

Remove and serve.

I'll have to call my mother later and see if that's right.

Cross-posted in we_love_bunky:

I'm feeling a bit playful today, so I'll send my good wishes to the inhabitants at Casa del Padre de Bunky for a healthy weekend:

The lovely and talented Bunky is sick today! We need to craft get well songs or cheers for her!

Any thoughts?

I'll start one:

The Bunky Get Well Cheers:

Sniffling, Sneezing, Coughing is her plight,
You can beat this Bunky! FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!

The sword is less mighty then the pen in the hand,
So take that bic, Bunky, aim it towards your lymph gland!

Robitussin, Nyquil, Sudafed, siss-boom-bah!
Chase those germs away, Bunky! Rah-Rah-Rah!

Okay, I'm done.