Playing with my food, and other things...
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Paul/Male/56-60. Lives in United States/North Carolina/Carrboro, speaks English. Eye color is brown. I am skinny. I am also cynical. My interests are All Music/All Food.
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Sunday, May 25, 2003

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Duck

and Cover


5:02:39 PM    comment []

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"Bum Cherry"

is what Liz called it.


3:13:16 PM    comment []

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Never found the file. It's just sassafras, but I can't find any of that either. At one store, I picked up some catnip. I'd forgotten all about it until Twyla found it on her own.


10:26:15 AM    comment []

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This isn't the 12th planet that was supposed to end the world on May 15. Nope. It's the bulk of the andouille seasonings. I need to get some ancho and pequin chiles for it, also some file powder. I'll be using Len Poli's recipe, which you can get here.


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In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


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