tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692776953406823961.post3479908736907978961..comments2023-06-17T07:53:10.795-07:00Comments on kitchen dancing: Ceci n'est pas un dessert.sineadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17655363330088316924noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692776953406823961.post-35533520238788977862009-02-26T04:21:00.000-08:002009-02-26T04:21:00.000-08:00Serving food that looks like other food was a bril...Serving food that looks like other food was a brilliant success! (I was lucky enough to be there). One of the naive guests was excited to be getting what she thought was sweet chocolate cake for supper ("What could be better", she exclaimed!), and the other guest could barely eat his main serving because his eyes and eating-apparatus were sending him such different messages! He's a brilliant mathematician, so logical inconsistency must particularly disturb him, Godel's Proof be damned -- why isn't he vegan?<BR/><BR/>The dessert cake that followed was out-and-out yum, by the way -- as was the ice cream and raspberry delight. God, the whole supper was something to behold and to savour. I confess that it fucked with my head, too, and I am not a brilliant mathematician, even though I won an award in 8-grade for mathematical achievement. It's been pretty much mathematically-downhill ever since.<BR/><BR/>Just looking at the posted photos is actually making me feel all strange-like and disoriented ... interesting.medicihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10271909755758781637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692776953406823961.post-5777950552647266602009-02-24T15:31:00.000-08:002009-02-24T15:31:00.000-08:00this is way too delightfully perplexing! I think ...this is way too delightfully perplexing! I think it would break the brains of most of my friends to eat the same meal twice...I might have to try it.<BR/><BR/>On a somewhat unrelated note...I'm failing utterly at growing my own sprouts (pouts in corner). I've tried a few different ways...in a bowl, in a jar with a cloth over it, and even with my grandma's special sprout jar lids. But no matter what I do/where they are in the house, they grow mouldy before they get big enough to eat. Any tips?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692776953406823961.post-77821799097950978582009-02-23T02:08:00.000-08:002009-02-23T02:08:00.000-08:00*blush*Jake, I confess that I'm having fantasies a...*blush*<BR/>Jake, I confess that I'm having fantasies about feeding you. Surely *something* I make must be mail-able...Something not involving ice cream, but still....sineadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17655363330088316924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3692776953406823961.post-65479966279932749412009-02-22T11:19:00.000-08:002009-02-22T11:19:00.000-08:00If there were a god of cooking, it would worship S...If there were a god of cooking, it would worship Sinead. Just sayin'.<BR/><BR/>Also, I have officially run out of hyperbole. If you don't ramp down the awesome a little bit, my brain might hang from a failed lexicon search.Jakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10080325691281736946noreply@blogger.com