15 days. 15 days. 15 days. 15 days. 15 days.
I discovered the secret for not-crispy cookies: make them bigger.
Whenever I make cookies, I make them too small. Today I used about 1/4 cup of dough, and they came out awesomely.
Made this recipe:
http://www.allrecipes.com/Recipe/Best-Chocolate-Chip-Cookies/Detail.aspx
But I added 3 different kinds of chips: semisweet, milk, and white. I added loads more than 2 cups, though. They're so deliciousness.
Last night I made fettuccine with 2 jars of bland sauce (I added salt, pepper, nutmeg to the sauce...a bit too much nutmeg...and it still wasn't good. Poo on jarred sauce, yes for homemade.) and broccoli and chicken.
I really suck at cooking meat.
Tonight I made chicken + onion + bell pepper + lime + pepper + salt + chili powder = fajitas.
There's a lot of leftovers of both.
I'm going to miss having endless resources of ingredients. I'm going back to frugal eating in college (both to save money and to get skinny again).
I love piano.
It rained Saturday night, then it turned to snow, but it's melted now. And I decided that I like snow as long as it happens once or twice a month, and only if it's half a foot, and only if it melts within two days.
15 days. Two weeks, 1 day. Looooovvvvvveeeeeeeeee.
I wish fifty million people read my blog so that I got fifty million comments.
That would make me happy.
I drew in chalk on the sidewalk, and it's going to look awesome when I've finished.
The song Hey There Delilah: Beautiful. You can't overplay that song. I don't know if it's the guy's voice, or the editing, or the words, or the music, or all four, but that song is probably the most romantic song I know, because he actually sings love. Too bad he's not pretty.
And those are my words.
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