Week of October 23-29

[mrissa]

Two rejections, two requests for more material on various projects. Could be worse.

While I didn't celebrate National Drunken Writing Night last night, I can tell you that it is not always a bad idea to drink wine older than oneself. Or at least wine older than myself.

I am exhausted, and the pup is not helping. I will be so glad when her stitches come out Wednesday. The difference between letting her out in the yard and taking her out in the yard is a pretty big one. I know this from when we first had the fence, but still, it's frustrating for both/all of us.

It is sixty degrees here. Sixty! This is unreasonable. I live in Minnesota, and it is almost November. Sixty! Oh, the unfairness of the world.

Now that I have walnuts, I will make bars (some of which will get frozen so that they are still fresh later in the week), and I will make lasagna, and I will crash and read Issola. This is my grand plan: things in the oven, Issola. I have had more than one tempting invitation for the evening, all of which are probably going to go by the wayside. I will see how much resistance it takes to keep from working on a project I'm Not Working On. If lots, I'll probably throw some words at it out of sheer exhaustion. These things happen when one gets tired.

Comments

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Okay, I've been trying to figure this one out, but what are bars? Food, clearly. But... Like granola bars?

[alecaustin.livejournal.com]

Think lemon bars.

If you've never encountered a lemon bar before, it's a brownie-like pastry with solid lemony filling inside it. "Bars" is the category of foodstuff of which lemon bars are a subset, although I believe that Mris produces them in a wide variety of types and flavors.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

I've *heard* of lemon bars before. Never had the pleasure of trying one.

It sounds good though!

*tummy rumbles*

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Never...had....

OH THE SAD!

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Sometimes it makes me cry at night.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I can see why! It may make me cry tonight, and I've even had lemon bars.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. sosostris2012 had this problem as well.

Bars are like brownies, but more varied: brownies are a subset of bars. You can have bomber bars, lemon bars, banana bars, strawberry lemon cheesecake bars, Hello Dolly bars, My Stars bars, Scotcheroos, Rice Krispie bars...bars. They are sweet food, usually solid enough to eat without a fork, denser than cake, made in a rectangular pan. They are the basic Upper Midwestern dessert. They are very little fuss for very much reward.

When this comes up, I tend to say that the gods only eat ambrosia in southern climes. Up here, bars are the food of the gods.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

I am *so* moving in with you.

And bringing the ferrets.

Hope you don't mind. *grin*

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Hee. missista is not too interested in ferrets, I'm afraid.

As I said, they're very little fuss. Less than cookies, even.

[ckd]

It's snowing in Cambridge, and 60 in Minnesota? I'll trade you!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Gladly.

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

I dunno, I kind of liked the snow. (Notice the past tense. Now it is merely cold rain.)

[angeyja.livejournal.com]

Ah lasagna! Mine is seafood though. And I was thinking of Orca for tonight. Not the fish theme. It has been a while, and I miss reading about Vlad.

Pups are curled in increasing commas from my feet outwards. Hope Ista is settled by now.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I finished reading Issola. This morning when I was napping, I dreamed that the copy of Issola then on my chest had become one of the omnibus versions, and it had Dzur in it, and I got to start reading it. I was disappointed when I woke up. markgritter says I am silly.

missista took a really deep nap and is now savaging her pig's ear, which is as settled as I need her to be. Also everyone is awake, so if she gets in a barky mood, no harm.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

Sixty? It was seventy here.

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