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TSA, demon dogs, cars, fences
TSA Update: I'm considering maybe waiting until OotP is out before posting anything more. Depending on what all happens in that book and what new canon we'll have to incorporate, it seems silly to start a long story that will be AU just for small discrepancies. (For instance, why should I "create" players for the Slytherin Quidditch team if JKR tells us who they are? -- and this is, of course, just a minor example.) Clearly if Draco or Ginny die, it will be an AU anyway, but June 21 isn't that far away and there's so no way I'm going to finish the story by then. Seems more prudent to wait. In any case, I'm happy to report that there are only three to four scenes left to write before chapter one is completed (so it's 3/4 done). I may just have to cross my fingers OotP-wise.
Jade found the most freakish recipe we have ever heard of. Maybe we're just too plebian to appreciate this, and maybe you all are familiar with this particular method of cooking salmon. But we don't think so. <g> The key is to ... cook it in your dishwasher. Yes, you heard me correctly. (I have so many issues with this, and yet there is part of me that just wants to know. And maybe if you were allowed to add soap/detergent you could get your dishes done at the same time. But no.)
Cooking Salmon in a Dishwasher
Needs:
salmon fillets
aluminum foil
a lemon
a few butter pats
electric dishwasher
Place the fish on two large sheets of aluminum foil. Squeeze on some lemon juice and place the pats of butter on the salmon fillets. Seal the fillets well in the foil, and place the foil packet in the top wire basket of your electric dishwasher. DO NOT ADD SOAP OR DETERGENT. Close the dishwasher door, set the dishwasher on the hottest wash cycle, complete with drying cycle, and let it run through a full cycle. When the cycle is complete the fish will be cooked just right.
In other news, my Lhasa Apso is a DEMON. I knew what I was about when I named him Talis Malfoy (hey ... not a bad name for a character). We've been reading up on the breed and apparently Lhasa Apso hail from Tibet, of the sacred city of Lhasa, where they were revered and used as watchdogs in temples and monasteries. Some are very obedient, and others are willful. Talis is totally a willful Lhasa who thinks he should be guarding some monastery in Tibet. Last night he bit me so hard he BROKE SKIN on my ankle. And bit me on the thigh. He always goes crazy for about 10 minutes around midnight, running around and growling like a mad thing. We do not know why nor how to stop it. However, he is SO CUTE that you forgive him anything ... which is a problem, because apparently he should have a "dominant owner." We're also still wary of his control over his bladder. Easily trained my ass. But he's only 8 months old; I'm desperately hoping he'll grow out of it. (He adamantly refuses to go near the dumpster where Jade and I have to throw out his poo (he flattens his paws to the ground and has to be dragged) -- I can almost hear him say: "I am a pureblood. You pick up my poo, you throw it away. But I won't stand for this taking me to the dumpster business.") Look at the cute Lhasa puppies!!
In other news, Jade and I went to a couple of car dealerships last night because I'm trying to replace the one that was wrecked. (No go so far -- there's such a discrepancy between their asking price and my buying price that I might as well go in and say, "How about selling me that car for this shiny new quarter??") I'm going the practical route, though it's so tempting to use this experience as an excuse to get the sports car I've been wanting for ages, so I've mostly been looking at Toyotas and Nissans. Anyway, yesterday we went to one place, which had a car listed at the same price as a better (we thought) model we found at another Toyota dealership the other day. But then I couldn't be sure if it had the added features or not, so afterward, we went back to the first place to check. It was already really dark by the time we got there, and it had started to rain, but we went to the back lot where we knew the car was. We determined that I was smoking crack and it was not a better car after all, and went to leave. Only, the entrance we came in had been GATED AND LOCKED.
Me: Oh, shit.
Jade: Why does everything with us have to be an ADVENTURE???
Me: Let's just scale the fence.
Jade: <mutters> There must be another exit.
Me: <halfway up> What? <grasps top bar>
Jade: Look! There's a guy running around on the other end!!
Me: Oh, fine.
And indeed, there was another exit and we didn't actually have to scale the fence to climb over. Damn. I have always wanted to say that I had to scale a fence to escape from somewhere.
Then we went to McDonald's for sundaes, which is always a disaster because they put something in those that makes you absolutely crave french (oh I'm sorry, freedom) fries. So then we "had" to go back through the drive-thru for the fries. Damn McDonald's.
Jade found the most freakish recipe we have ever heard of. Maybe we're just too plebian to appreciate this, and maybe you all are familiar with this particular method of cooking salmon. But we don't think so. <g> The key is to ... cook it in your dishwasher. Yes, you heard me correctly. (I have so many issues with this, and yet there is part of me that just wants to know. And maybe if you were allowed to add soap/detergent you could get your dishes done at the same time. But no.)
Cooking Salmon in a Dishwasher
Needs:
salmon fillets
aluminum foil
a lemon
a few butter pats
electric dishwasher
Place the fish on two large sheets of aluminum foil. Squeeze on some lemon juice and place the pats of butter on the salmon fillets. Seal the fillets well in the foil, and place the foil packet in the top wire basket of your electric dishwasher. DO NOT ADD SOAP OR DETERGENT. Close the dishwasher door, set the dishwasher on the hottest wash cycle, complete with drying cycle, and let it run through a full cycle. When the cycle is complete the fish will be cooked just right.
In other news, my Lhasa Apso is a DEMON. I knew what I was about when I named him Talis Malfoy (hey ... not a bad name for a character). We've been reading up on the breed and apparently Lhasa Apso hail from Tibet, of the sacred city of Lhasa, where they were revered and used as watchdogs in temples and monasteries. Some are very obedient, and others are willful. Talis is totally a willful Lhasa who thinks he should be guarding some monastery in Tibet. Last night he bit me so hard he BROKE SKIN on my ankle. And bit me on the thigh. He always goes crazy for about 10 minutes around midnight, running around and growling like a mad thing. We do not know why nor how to stop it. However, he is SO CUTE that you forgive him anything ... which is a problem, because apparently he should have a "dominant owner." We're also still wary of his control over his bladder. Easily trained my ass. But he's only 8 months old; I'm desperately hoping he'll grow out of it. (He adamantly refuses to go near the dumpster where Jade and I have to throw out his poo (he flattens his paws to the ground and has to be dragged) -- I can almost hear him say: "I am a pureblood. You pick up my poo, you throw it away. But I won't stand for this taking me to the dumpster business.") Look at the cute Lhasa puppies!!
In other news, Jade and I went to a couple of car dealerships last night because I'm trying to replace the one that was wrecked. (No go so far -- there's such a discrepancy between their asking price and my buying price that I might as well go in and say, "How about selling me that car for this shiny new quarter??") I'm going the practical route, though it's so tempting to use this experience as an excuse to get the sports car I've been wanting for ages, so I've mostly been looking at Toyotas and Nissans. Anyway, yesterday we went to one place, which had a car listed at the same price as a better (we thought) model we found at another Toyota dealership the other day. But then I couldn't be sure if it had the added features or not, so afterward, we went back to the first place to check. It was already really dark by the time we got there, and it had started to rain, but we went to the back lot where we knew the car was. We determined that I was smoking crack and it was not a better car after all, and went to leave. Only, the entrance we came in had been GATED AND LOCKED.
Me: Oh, shit.
Jade: Why does everything with us have to be an ADVENTURE???
Me: Let's just scale the fence.
Jade: <mutters> There must be another exit.
Me: <halfway up> What? <grasps top bar>
Jade: Look! There's a guy running around on the other end!!
Me: Oh, fine.
And indeed, there was another exit and we didn't actually have to scale the fence to climb over. Damn. I have always wanted to say that I had to scale a fence to escape from somewhere.
Then we went to McDonald's for sundaes, which is always a disaster because they put something in those that makes you absolutely crave french (oh I'm sorry, freedom) fries. So then we "had" to go back through the drive-thru for the fries. Damn McDonald's.
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The puppies are adorable. *melts*
MacDonald's caramel sundae + large fries = utter bliss. I am pre-menstrual. Can you tell?
Oh yes: I'm considering maybe waiting until OotP is out before posting anything more.
No, no, no, no, no. You must finish it before OoTP comes out. *glares sternly*
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