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...gonna kick the darkness 'till it bleeds daylight... musings of a hungarian in texas

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Blargh!

Okay, The Husband is sick as a dog, I am TRYING not to be....and here is something to get a background on what's happened in Budapest on Monday for those who are interested.
Back when I feel better. Now I am concentrating on being civil at work when all I want to do it to crawl under a blanket and drink hot tea with honey and lemon...

Monday, October 23, 2006

Bloody Fracking Hell...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uqJsFuVgZ4


And this.

It all started with this.

Needless to say, I am just a tad worried.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Real Food

The Husband blogged about Nina Planck's book, Real Food a few months back, but me, with my little sluggish speed, just discovered the author's website.
I'd recommend reading this article, among many good ones. Food for thought, certainly, as I recall my grandparents feed us exactly like this. And I was not fat, until third year of high school (yes, the hormones kicked in)...

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Monday, October 16, 2006

Thud!

Terry Pratchett's 30th Discworld novel.
Read it.
It's good.
Some excellent new characters too, besides my favorite Commander Vimes...watch out for Broccollee, the exotic dancer who used to be called Candi, but changed her name because she heard that broccoli was better for you...

Monday, October 09, 2006

Busy again!

Argh! Life bacame busy again...work has been unreal lately, and what with all the house stuff going on, I was too exhausted to post...heck, I was having problems sleeping (which is a first...). Hopefully things slow down abit so I can at least put some recipes up--I learned a really good Thai salad, and I am not sure I ever posted the Sicilian Fish recipe I learned from my Italian Famhouse cookbook.
But then again, if you want really good recipes, look over at Technogypsy, whose recent adventures into confit and other greasy loveliness-making made me want to move in with his family (I'd even do dishes...)