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Pyjamanation: Foine Doining
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Tuesday, September 23, 2008. First Course: Watermelon and feta salad (J). Second Course: Mackerel and kimchi stew with rice (V), Tunisian olives as banchan. Third Course: Pear and nutella (me). Fourth Course: Marble cake with weird fake frosting from a tub (V). Fifth Course: Homemade naan with skordalia. Conclusion: an excellent meal for the open-minded (or desperate). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). And the winner is Seedeney! I Blame the Patriarchy.
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Pyjamanation: Remission; Or, Today's Tragic Tear-Jerker
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Sunday, March 30, 2008. Remission; Or, Today's Tragic Tear-Jerker. Forgive me, Reader; it has been yonks since my last post. Let us begin with some exposition. In the far-off land of California, each high school student must pass a test in order to graduate. That test has an essay component which, oddly enough, proved impossible to grade by Scantron. Result: some poor bastard of a human must read each essay. 17 years old. How fortunate. I could just eat ...
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Pyjamanation: June 2007
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Friday, June 22, 2007. How Does Our Garden Grow? And now children, welcome back to the batcave. We interrupt your regularly scheduled Wis-iwyg programming for some soothing Brooklyn greenery:. What else but a tiny okrachan. Look at the size of that capsicum! Climb up that corporate umbrella little plant peons! Since we took these pics the plants have gone insane - mad, mad, mad I tell you! We cackle with glee! Monday, June 18, 2007. We were going to use ...
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Pyjamanation: Hack, Wheeze
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Saturday, November 8, 2008. In short, sick. After two days of fever, I thought I was over the worst of it; after some possibly excessive celebrating on Tuesday. However, the malaise evolved into a bad head cold. I was, fortunately, able to slog through work so long as I was in bed by 8 pm, so no precious personal days were lost. Holiday plans remain intact! Bows and blows kisses to her audience, but leaves the bouquet-catching to someone friskier*. We'll...
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Pyjamanation: November 2008
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Saturday, November 8, 2008. In short, sick. After two days of fever, I thought I was over the worst of it; after some possibly excessive celebrating on Tuesday. However, the malaise evolved into a bad head cold. I was, fortunately, able to slog through work so long as I was in bed by 8 pm, so no precious personal days were lost. Holiday plans remain intact! Bows and blows kisses to her audience, but leaves the bouquet-catching to someone friskier*.
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Pyjamanation: October 2008
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Wednesday, October 22, 2008. In which my chicken comes home to roast. By the time the chicken was done, the hovering had become constant, with the flatmates having to be shooed away from the stove so dishes could be finished and plated. “I just want one bite…. Just one more bite! 8221; muttered V, as she reached around us to spear bite after bite. I can’t blame her! At the end of dinner, we had to be rolled away from the table. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Pyjamanation: Bubblebath Showdown!
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Tuesday, November 13, 2007. When we last met Poochie, I was spinning her in the grease. But I decided to see how she cleans up, before my friends and family meet her. Washing fleece, unlike e.g. dying fiber. To make a dull story short, I boiled up some water, added suds, and plonked in a chunk of Poochie. As soon as the fleece hit the water, an opaque, tan mixture of lanolin, scurf, and barnyard grime started to leach out, and I vowed on the spot nev...
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Pyjamanation: In which my chicken comes home to roast
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Wednesday, October 22, 2008. In which my chicken comes home to roast. By the time the chicken was done, the hovering had become constant, with the flatmates having to be shooed away from the stove so dishes could be finished and plated. “I just want one bite…. Just one more bite! 8221; muttered V, as she reached around us to spear bite after bite. I can’t blame her! At the end of dinner, we had to be rolled away from the table. And the winner is Seedeney!
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Pyjamanation: April 2007
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In which we lose our homes, but never our pyjamas! Friday, April 27, 2007. Yes, despite late winter storms, a nor'easter, and an environment that can fairly be described as hostile and/or toxic. Life is returning to Brooklyn - more importantly, to our back garden, and most importantly, with little or no effort on our part! The first dandelion of the year caught my eye while I was hanging out the wash:. The dandelions were soon followed by the flowering of this mystery shrub:. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
