Continuing Erica's week of not cooking very much, last night was book club night. Surprisingly enough, I am not the one who paired "Let's discuss this harrowing memoir of being raised by an alcoholic" with "over $2 Tecates." But I do approve.
We met at a place downtown called The Screaming Goat. That is the actual name. This is the actual logo:
It was on the wall right next to our table...looming. Screaming. For some reason, I was inspired to go vegetarian.
Also, doing a Google image search for "screaming goat" did not have nearly as terrifying a result as I anticipated. In case you wondered.
Ducking out of dinner duty two nights in a row left me surprisingly homesick for my kitchen appliances, so...wait, I don't know, I hesitate to share this recipe. I really feel like I would have lived a longer, thinner life had I never stumbled across this post on lemon rolls from the kitchn. Sorry, "sticky lemon rolls with lemon cream cheese glaze."
Know how sometimes a recipe looks so tempting that you know by the time you go through all the work for it you'll be a little disappointed in the actual result? That did not happen here.
Also, yesterday I learned that if I spend enough time in the kitchen, eventually Anna will manage to pee on the ottoman.