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Texas Sheet Cake

2008-11-24T22:51:00.006-05:00

I called my sister, Dawn, with a question about one of our grandmother's recipes - the Texas Sheet Cake. The recipe begins with boiling oleo, cocoa powder, and water and ends with sour cream. Momma's recipes are almost always right on, but skimpy in details. Her recipes command to "bake until done" and "mix well." I didn't have a good feeling about the cake and called Dawn for insight. Dawn got out her copy and rattled off the recipe for Texas Sheet Cake like an old pro. Dawn has made the cake several times and has said everyone has always loved it. My sister had just baked an apple pie using our grandmother's recipe. Dawn said that the cake would be brownie-like in the baking sheet. Sheet? I had used a 9 x 13 pan for the cake and said so.

Dawn - You're supposed to use a sheet pan, Julie.
Julie - Shit, Dawn! why didn't you tell me to use a sheet pan?
Dawn - It says it right in the name - Texas SHEET cake.
Julie - Why can't it be a 9 X 13 cake?
Dawn: Because it isn't, Julie.

I then classified the cake as an experiment and hoped for the best. My sister reminded me that today is my grandmother's birthday. November 24th shepherded Marie Della into the world ninety three years ago. I hadn't realized that today. I've been forgetful with birthdays lately. It's probably the tell tale signs of the inevitable Alzheimer's disease I will develop in my advanced years. My grandmother, her three sisters and my great-grandmother all went nuts in the end. My fore-mothers have passed down some kooky mitochondria. Dawn and I stopped to appreciate the fact that we honored our grandmother by baking her foods. Though in my case, the Texas Sheet Cake may be a happy accident or an office joke tomorrow. I'm sure Momma would approve of Dawn's apple pie. My grandmother's linguistics aren't lost on Dawn.

Charlotte

2008-11-09T20:07:00.003-05:00

San Francisco

2008-04-23T10:48:00.001-05:00

I arrived in SF on Monday night. My friend, Luxe, lives in the Mission district. Tuesday was just about a perfect day. I awoke early and went for the run up and down Dolores Avenue. The hill work was intense and I was mad proud of myself. I earned the many pastries that followed at Tartine Bakery. Luxe, Kelly and I took the MUNI to North Beach. We visited City Lights book store. Louis Armstrong was playing as I browsed both floors. I bought a graphic novel before heading to the Rouge bar for homemade beer. My friend, Sadie, met up with us from Oakland. We had to eat at my favorite chinese restaurant, House of Nanking, before leaving North Beach. The food was outstanding. We ordered a variety of dishes and shared. This is key at House of Nanking because if you order similar dishes, the owner will yell at you for being an idiot. We made our way back to the Mission district with full bellies. Kelly and Luxe needed a nap. Sadie and I kept going and walked all over the mission district. We stopped for pancakes and waffles at the Baghdad Cafe. Hella good! After three hours of walking, we made our way over to Oakland, but not before stopping for tacos. The tacos weren't outstanding but Mexican food is kinda like bad sex. Even when it's bad, it's still satisfying. Avi, Sadie's brother picked us up at the BART station. I finished the night with a beer at the Avenue Bar where two Beastie Boys songs played.

Baked Fat Attack

2008-03-02T20:20:00.003-05:00

I've been extra hungry all weekend. While perusing the Boston Globe on Saturday, I read an article about a Vietnamese sandwich called Banh mi. A fusion of French and Vietnamese cuisines served on a crusty baguette with ham, mayonnaise, and pickled vegetables. The article nearly had me drooling and I had a new goal for the day - eat a Banh mi. Luckily for me, one of the recommended restaurants is located near my gym. The Super 88 is an Asian grocery chain that also has a food court. I've never been to a Super 88, though I've driven by the Dorchester location many times on my way to Target. I walked through the grocery store first before hitting the food court. The store is huge with Asian imports of all kinds. It was a little overwhelming, but I know where to go now if I want to make a specialty Asian dish in the future. In the food court, I found Pho Viet's and ordered a Banh mi with ham with a side order of spring rolls and an Orangina. The sandwich hit the spot! I plan on going back to the food court in the near future. The bowls of pho looked outstanding.

I didn't accomplish much more than a sandwich quest that day. Today proved to be just an mundane. After running twelve miles at the gym, I was hungry for anything salty. I came home and ate a salad, chicken soup, and trail mix. By 6:00pm, I was was craving baked fat. I went on chowhound and yelp for bakery reviews. Nothing is open in Jamaica Plain on a Sunday evening except JP Licks. I don't like JP Licks very much. Their ice cream is too expensive and their baked goods are stale tasting. The first time I saw the ice cream chain, I asked the realtor who was driving me around Jamaica Plain if it was a lesbian bar. I found positive reviews about Athan's Bakery in Brookline. I decided to try it even though I risked losing my coveted off street parking spot. I was pleasantly surprised by its light interior and display cases. It seemed like a nice place to take a close friend. I chose the signature pastry, the Bolero, a miniature chocolate mouse and sponge cake covered with an almond ganache. I also sampled three of their cookies. The cookies were dry, which I happen to like since I was raised on my grandmother's Shoe Fly pie. My grandmother's shoe fly was not the wet bottom variety, but a dry rich molasses cake baked within a pie shell. I live for toasted breads, flaky crusts, and crackers. The Bolero was enjoyable, but I wish I had chosen the baklava instead. Maybe next time. The next bakery I aim to try is the Modern Pastry Shop in the north end which is known for its ricotta pie.

Zen

2008-03-01T09:15:00.007-05:00

My friend, Grant, texted me last night with the message, "Rumor @ 11:30." He wanted to introduce me to friends of his that he thought I would like. Grant had told me of two African American gentlemen that he was sure I would drool over. I was already in bed and contemplated getting up to go meet him. Rumor is an upscale nightclub with $12 gin & tonics, house music, and fashionably dressed (mostly white) people trying really hard to get noticed. I laid in bed for twenty minutes thinking about the snowy weather, the lack of parking, the red velvet guarded line, and my lack of slutty club attire. I really don't have anything to wear to clubs. I'm always under dressed and simultaneously amazed at the lengths women go to look cheap and ashamed that I still don't know how to use an eye pencil or hair rollers. This is an oddity since my mother was a licensed hair professional and wouldn't leave the house without her hair coiffed and make-up applied no matter what. When I required stitches after ramming my wrist into the front door window pane, my mother wrapped my hand in a towel and made me wait as she cried intermittently between guilt inducing stares and applying make-up. I decided to stay home. I don't often stay awake past 11 pm unless I have insomnia. The morning brought serene snowfall. It is really beautiful in Boston this morning.

Sex tapes

2008-02-22T15:15:00.005-05:00

Gawker had a post about making your own sex tape in lieu of the recent premiere of yet another celebrity sex tape, this time starring Gene Simmons. A three step process is all there is to consider before hitting the red button. Lasting advise: porn is forever. I watched two short clips of the Gene Simmons sex tape and I was wildly unimpressed. It was about as exciting as watching two slugs hump. The bousite wearing woman was obviously a hooker and just going through the motions. Every time Gene went in for a kiss, she averted her face. We all know what Laura San Giacomo taught us girls in Pretty Woman. You never kiss the johns. Sadly, Gene Simmons' reality show promotes the image of Gene as a rock-n-roll bed buccaneer. I think they are going to need a new marketing scheme.

All these sex tapes have got to put a real damper on porn actors and aspiring entertainers. Just as celebrities killed the era of the super model, will the Jenna Jameson's of the world soon be out of work? Will the slow death of the celebrity now include drug abuse and rehabilitation, reality television shows, nude photo shoots, where-are-they-now rag features and exploitative sex tapes? I think the sex industry should start using B-F celebrities for their own lucrative means. We have reality television shows about making celebrities, detoxing celebrities, slimming celebrities, and celebrities doing their laundry. Why not recruit celebrities for reality sex camps, naughty cooking shows, and dormitory shows with real sex? After watching Gene Simmons in action, it's apparent that the man needs a sex coach or at the very least a can of Jolt. Everything 80's is big now and returning to the big screen. I think the little screen needs Demi Moore, Grace Jones, Morgan Fairchild, and Markie Post in an all girl's dormitory.

For broke ass ramen eatin' college kids

2008-02-20T21:05:00.004-05:00

As I was driving into work this morning, I caught an interview with Coolio (you know - Gangsta's Paradise) on Jamin 94.5. Coolio was promoting his cooking show, the Ghetto Gourmet. I have to admit, Coolio was pretty funny. I have new entertainment at lunchtime. New episodes every Wednesday.

"This here is steak. This is not a prime cut of meat. It's not a choice cut of beef. It's not a Colby steak. This is some bull shit."

Brilliant.

Post-Flu

2008-02-20T20:05:00.004-05:00

According to a recent Boston Globe article, the flu is rapidly spreading across New England. The strain used in this year's vaccination is doing very little to curb its migration. I neglect to get vaccinated every year. I have a healthy immune system that has stood up to high school students and musky buildings. Unfortunately, my streak of good health was ruined last Friday by a contagious cough that had recently blanketed the school with its misery. I don't believe I had full blown influenza, just a moderate cold that left me exhausted. I spent the weekend in bed faithfully taking Tylenol Sinus and Severe Cold every four hours. I have a residual stuffing nose and a wheeze when I deeply inhale. I am luckier than most.

Last night, I was speaking to my twin brother about a vodcast I had watched from iFanboy.com. The three fanboys shared their appreciation for one of my favorite artists, Alan Davis. Alan Davis drew several X-Men titles, including one of my favorites, Excalibur. Not only did Excalibur include Kitty Pryde, my all time favorite comic book hero, but a great team ensemble that included Nightcrawler and Rachel Summers as Phoenix. His art is elegant, clean, but approachable. My brother and I shared our picks for this week. According to Christopher, I am supposed to be excited that Bucky is the new Captain America, but this passing of the iconic shield doesn't inspire me to purchase the book. Why kill a cold war figure and replace him with another cold war figure? We were discussing Fantastic Four and Mark Millar's arrival when our conversation was interrupted. Here's how it went...

Julie: Who gives a shit about Bucky? I'm not buying it.

Chris: You better pick that up for me.

Julie: Dude, why do I have to buy it?

Chris: You know I can't get out...Oh, and pick up Fantastic Four because Mark Millar from Wanted is writing it now. And, you forgot to give me my Buffy's when you were in last you stupid whore.

Julie: Yeah, I know - I'll send them to you.

Chris: Hold on...Diane is asking me a question...No, you don't have meningitis...

Julie: She thinks she has meningitis?

Chris: She has a headache and her neck is sore...Diane, you don't have meningitis - you have a cold.

Julie: Her lymph nodes are probably just inflamed.

Chris: Julie, I gotta go. I gotta take care of Diane...Later.

Like I said, I am luckier than most.

Mood Indigo

2008-02-08T20:22:00.000-05:00

I have been feeling blue for the past couple weeks. Once again, I have been disappointed by the male species. I attract emotionally scarred men like Britney attracts the pap. When I see Crazy walking down the street - I run right up to him! My therapist, the Italian, recommended a six month period of celibate self reflection. I'm considering three months. During this time I am supposed to discover new and forgotten passions and the self confidence I lost somewhere in 1978. It was also highly recommended that I stop obsessing about unworthy men since this seems to encumber my happiness. The Italian also encouraged me to explore artistic endeavors and new friendships. Frankly, I have no idea how to make new friends. It's much easier in a school based environment. Bonding is so much easier when you're passing the dutchie to the left hand side.

Here is a list of things that I think suck:

I'm not emotionally crippled enough for trendy rehab or psychiatric ward - just celibacy.
My brother hosted a birthday party with five kids, eight adults, and one bad of tortilla chips.
February 4 - 8, 2008
Kitty Pryde is trapped in a gigantic bullet speeding toward planet earth.
Peter Parker is once again single.
Our defense budget is the largest since World War II.
John McCain is the inevitable Republican candidate for Presidency.
I learned the word "cuddle" makes some men retreat in fear.
I also learned that hope dwindles when men avoid answering questions.

Coccinella septempunctata or otherwise known as Beatrix

2008-02-08T19:33:00.000-05:00

Just a little over a week ago, I noticed a lady bug in my bathroom when I was getting ready for work. I don't consider ladybugs lucky. Generally, I avoid touching insects unless my hand is engulfed within a cocoon of tissue paper. Since I was in a rush, I left the ladybug alone and didn't give it another thought. The next day I saw that it had crawled onto my bathroom window sill. The following day the ladybug was almost washed down my bathroom sink when I turned on the faucet. I turned off the water quickly but it had disappeared down the drain. However, to my surprise the ladybug crept from the drain and started its trek up the sink wall. It was then that I named it Beatrix. I was told that I should place Beatrix outside so it could feed on insects. I thought ladybugs liked to eat plants so Beatrix was relocated to my spider plant. I guess she wasn't happy with her new home since she was last seen crawling across my kitchen counter. I decided to read up on the Coccinella septempunctata.

Things I didn't know:

The ladybug is the state insect of Massachusetts.
It has a life cycle of about 4-7 weeks.
It belongs to the Coccinellidae family and is actually a beetle.
They are predators of aphids or plant lice.
Its name comes from Latin coccineus, referring to the color scarlet.

I plan on placing Beatrix outside tomorrow. The idea of larvae hatching in my apartment makes me a bit queasy. Beatrix may very well be in a state of reproductive diapause (which would be a really good name for a band) during which eggs are not produced. Basically, reproductive diapause is sexual hibernation or a copulation vacation. No wonder she found her way to my home!

Iced Molasses Cookies

2008-01-27T16:21:00.000-05:00

I'm so bored today. It snowed this morning and the roads were awful. I tried on all my pants and I wasn't happy with any of them. I ripped out the seam of one pair just to see if I would like them more longer. I didn't and now the pants are too long. All those ill fitting pants made me want pancakes. I texted a friend but he didn't reply. Who doesn't want pancakes on a Sunday? Issues! I settled for granola and rice milk instead of pancakes. I've been grumpy ever since.

My only goal for today was to get to Target. On my first attempt to meet my goal, I turned back after my Honda started to fish tail on Columbus Ave. I decided to bake cookies while I waited for the roads to clear up. I looked through a couple of cookbooks and chose Iced Molasses Cookies from the Magnolia Bakery. When I lived the the West Village, I would often stop by there for a treat. Now Magnolia's is popular and the lines stretch around the block. I dragged Kathleen there last month and the line was down the street and it was freezing cold. I refuse to stand in line for most things, least of all baked fat. I baked the cookies and then left them to cool while I made another attempt to get to Target. It really is a hassle to go the 4.5 miles to Target. It takes about a half hour to get there with all the traffic lights and jay walkers. When I lived in Texas, I would zip in and out of Super Target at least twice a week. Now I try to limit my Target shopping to once every two months. I stock up! At least the cookies turned out well. I plan on bringing all three dozen to work tomorrow. I'm waiting for the sun to set so I can start to drink sake. The sunlight makes it seem like I have a drinking problem.

Other things I accomplished today:

I switched the drapes in my living room with the drapes in my bedroom. I don't think I like it but I'm too lazy to switch them back.
I talked to two siblings and one friend.
I ate black beans and rice.
I washed my bedding.
I brushed my teeth twice.
I bought a pair of pants.
I listened to a song titled Kryptonite Pussy.

I need a nap.

Crafty Saturday

2008-01-26T20:42:00.000-05:00

Just the other day my best friend, Rachel, and I discussed our old letters to each other. Last weekend, I went to Ikea and purchased metal storage boxes for my photos, letters, and memorabilia. I organized everything and read my old letters. I have saved letters, cards, ticket stubs, and sentimental scraps since high school. They are my most prized possessions. I told Rachel that I wanted to create a book for her that collected all of our old letters together. I would make copies of her letters that I had sent her and vice versa. Unfortunately, Rachel's mother had thrown away a lot of her mementos she had saved over the years. Rachel only has a few letters. Even still, I wanted to start on the project. I went to A.C. Moore to check out their scrapbooking department. I was overwhelmed by the all the scrapbooks, embellishments, color coordination, and Made In China feel of all the products. The scrapbooks were even "Buy one get one free", but I couldn't be tempted. I decided that I would make the entire book by myself. I purchased acid free glue and black dye. I stopped at Home Depot on the way home to see if they had any wall paper samples for possible book pages. They didn't, but when I walked by carpets samples I had an idea of carpeting the outside cover of a book. I think that's a project for another day. When I arrived home, I decided to use the dye I had purchased on my old Spiderman t-shirt. I have owned it for a few years now and it has looked pretty dingy for most of them. I placed my largest pot on the stove and heated up water. I cooked the t-shirt for about an hour. The dye is a bit uneven in some areas, but otherwise it still looks like an old t-shirt - just not dingy white. I didn't think the Spiderman image would turn so dark. Hopefully with a few more washes it will fade nicely. The dye job was a nice distraction from my book project. I'm on the look out for unique paper that I can bound together. I called my sister and asked if her girlfriend, a Ph.D. student in music theory, if she had old music composition paper. I thought that would be a nice background for our ticket stubs from past concerts. I dragged Rachel to a Clint Black concert in 1996 during my country phase. Poor thing. I can't believe she still answers the phone when I call.

Tagged

2008-01-23T20:12:00.000-05:00

My friend, Kathleen, has dragged me into this Blog 365 tag-your-it game. I've also been tagged by two bloggers, Gothic Peach and Suzanne, and now I feel the pressure of participation.

Rules:

Link to the person who tagged you.
Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
Post the rules on your blog.
Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself.
Tag 7 random people at the end of your post. Include links to their blogs.
Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

I can't recall meeting seven famous or infamous people. I am still pissed that Kathleen met Mike D from the Beastie Boys. I did meet the the Arch Bishop Desmond Tutu in October. He's funny and short. My friend, Sadie, recently saw David Chappelle in Washington, D.C. Chappelle is short too. I did meet Dicky Barrett from the Mighty Mighty Bosstones at SUNY Brockport in 1994. The exchange went something like this:

Joshua (my best friend's hot older brother): Hey Julie, Have you met Dicky?
Julie: No.
Joshua: Julie...Dicky...Dicky...Julie.
Julie: Hi.
Dicky: Hey.

Later that evening I pounded on the back of some random guy in front of me at the concert because he had a pony tail. But, that's a story for another day.

Seven Weird Things About Myself:

1. I don't like men with pony tails. Especially older men with bald spots.
2. I think sardines got a bad rap some where in the 1950's.
3. I like to walk on furniture when I am upset.
4. I would prefer if everyone pronounced my name with a French accent.
5. I prefer comic books to people.
6. I don't like band aids. I especially do not like abandoned band aids in showers or side walks.
7. When I don't know what to say or I can't say what I want, I just say, "huh."

Seven Random People from Blog 365:

New York Portraits
Chelsea Talks Smack
Written World
Stef's Crazy Life
NY Flair
Nanashi-Inc.
Lemon Life

Now, I must post comments on strange blogs to prove I'm not a punk.

I do like paper clips...

2008-01-21T18:03:00.000-05:00

My best friend, Rachel, called me today to tell me that a Sesame Street segment starring Bert and Ernie reminded her of me. The segment was about using imagination and playing pretend. Of course, Rachel thought I took after Bert. She's right. I'm emotionally insecure for pretend play. Thankfully, youtube had the video. Our conversation was cut short by Rachel's daughter, Sage. Sage refused to wipe her "poppie butt" because it was too stinky.

Political Quiz

2008-01-14T16:16:00.000-05:00

Which candidate are you most aligned with? Turns out Obama and I are like thinkers.
Take the test!

Snow Day!

2008-01-14T09:47:00.000-05:00

I went back to bed after catching the news announcement that Boston was closed. I didn't get a phone call. The phone tree failed! Once again, I'm left disappointed by the Boston Public bureaucracy. However, Isis happily found joy in the little things that life can offer like my gym bag. There really isn't a single safe place from cat hair in my apartment. I spend a good portion of each week lint rolling, sweeping, and scoffing at my cats. I really hope there is a scientist some where working diligently on engineering a genetically modified allergy free non-shedding cat. God speed!

Spell with Flickr

2008-01-13T20:42:00.001-05:00

Personal DNA

2008-01-12T21:06:00.001-05:00

3:00 am munchies

2008-01-09T03:17:00.000-05:00

So I'm in the middle (hopefully rather then the beginning) of a period of insomnia. Instead of tossing and turning in bed, insomnia gives me the opportunity to read blogs I don't have time to read during normal hours. I just found a food blog that has the best photos and step-by-step instructions. The Pioneer Woman Cooks! Look at her Malboro Man's Favorite Sandwich. I wish there was a 24 hour food market open in my neighborhood. My goal for this weekend is to make this sandwich.

Elf Yourself

2007-12-28T15:28:00.000-05:00

My friend, Sarah, sent me a link to her family's elf dance. I created one starring my favorite people, the Anlyns, and myself all courtesy of OfficeMax. I look good in green. It was hard to concentrate at work today. I did manage to set up a del.icio.us account, joined google reader, imported all my bookmarks, and subscribed to lots of technology blogs. This all counts as work since I am an educational technologist. I think I did accomplish to kick my rice krispie square addiction today. The Anlyns gave me a Starbucks card for Christmas. I packed up my coffee maker about two months ago since it irritated my stomach. I switched to tea, but I still crave coffee. I've been frequenting the Kenmore Square Starbucks at lunch time to escape work. My usual order is a Grande black coffee with splenda and a rice krispie square. For some reason, the squares are usually not displayed and I always have to ask the baristas if they have any in stock. This always embarrasses me since I'm not ordering a square for a child but for myself. Not having the squares displayed in the front case restricts my preferred method of mumbling and pointing to what I want without having to ask those baristas to look for them. They didn't have any squares today and the barista condescendingly informed me of the recipe's ingredients (rice, butter, marshmallows as if I didn't know this) and told me to make a batch. I ordered a maple walnut scone. I hate baristas.

"That's a party school..."

2007-12-18T17:14:00.000-05:00

McDreamy disrepects UC Santa Cruz. Not right.

Winter Wonderland

2007-12-13T18:48:00.001-05:00

It took me almost two hours to get home this afternoon. I live less than 4 miles from work. Traffic across Boston was completely gridlock. I felt like I was in a chaotic evacuation scene in a Will Smith movie. My car became completely covered again in snow as I crawled the 4 miles home. Traffic lights kept changing but cars remained still as intersections were blocked. People were literally running out of gas as they sat for hours on expressways. Mayor Menino declared a snow emergency at 2:00 pm. Boston Public Schools dismissed early at 1:30pm. I will heed the warnings of meteorologists in the future and stick to public transportation. We should have about 6-8 inches by morning. Truly awful! And, there's another storm on Saturday...

Chocolate Bar

2007-12-08T09:41:00.000-05:00

I've become obsessed with Langham Boston Hotel Chocolate Bar. It's an all you can eat buffet of chocolate indulgence for $35 per person. $35 per person is reasonable for a buffet of crepes, macaroons, palmiers, financiers, truffles, ice-cream, cakes and tortes. The problem is that I don't want to indulge by myself. I have exactly one friend in Boston. Grant has a very important role in my life. Grant is my sushi friend. When we get together to dine, we order appetizers along with the gluttonenous long boat that comes with 40+ pieces of sushi and sashimi. It's a beautiful relationship. I dare not spoil it by asking Grant to accompany me to the Saturday afternoon Chocolate bar. The Langham Hotel advertises that it is "perfect for birthday parties, baby and bridal showers, special events – or simply a great indulgence for yourself." Read: it's a chick place. It's perfect for women, daughters, aunts, grandmothers, godmother, god daughters, sisters, cousins. best friends...I can't drag along my Korean American friend who most likely is suffering from a hang over to the land of lace and gold leaf on a Saturday afternoon. On December 1st, 8th, 15th, and 22nd, 2007, the Chocolate Bar will feature Santa Claus, a Christmas elf, and Victorian carolers among an array of more than 125 chocolate creations. Damn! I think I may have to fly in my sister from NY or start speaking to strangers.

Turkey 5K

2007-11-22T10:43:00.000-05:00

I just completed my first race! The 10th Annual Boston Volvo Thanksgiving 5K for Best Buddies of Massachusetts. I searched the Boston Globe last night for today's events and found the race. I decided not to drive into NY or Maryland this year for dinner. I wanted to start the day right and decided it was time for a new Thanksgiving tradition. I completed it in under 30 minutes. Not my best time for sure, but I had awful abdominal cramps that slowed my pace. I think I ate too much for breakfast before the race. TJ's Maple Sugar Frosted Mini-Wheats, wheat toast, and a banana. Can't live like a Goddess if you're eating like a pauper. Now, it's time to relax and watch the NYC parade. I love floats. Tonight, I am going to make a sweet potato turkey shepherd's pie. As always, I like to watch my favorite holiday film, A Christmas Story. Happy Thanksgiving!

The Brazilian Boy Wonder

2007-11-19T17:37:00.001-05:00

'Nuff said.