Last night I made Roasted Yellow Pepper Soup and Roasted Tomato Soup and as you can see, I used my rusty bartending skills to get them lined up all perfectly. (I actually just used my following-the-instructions-in-the-recipe skills.) It was delicious, and I didn't even bother putting it through a sieve, I just left it with texture and seeds and everything. Next time you want your house to smell great, don't light a candle, just roast a pepper or two.
Every time I watch Anna stuff two entire handfuls of cereal or whatever into her mouth, this is what plays in my head. "YOU, ALRIGHT?"
I guess the fact that all of my thoughts are structured around 80s/90s PSAs, Simpsons quotes, and the movie Clue gives you a pretty good idea of how old I am. I seriously have to try to filter out Homer Simpson's voice before I say most things out loud. And that's One to Grow On!
Also, I know you've been thinking that it would be great if I spent just a bit more time talking about my various physical ailments, so I wanted to let you know that I seem to have a small patch of eczema on my hand, and it's times like this that I really wish I hadn't seen District 9, because now I'm just waiting for this finger to fall off and an alien appendage to peek through. Will keep you posted.