- I’ve read Tuck Everlasting more than once and have no idea what happens in that book.
- Ditto Wide Sargasso Sea.
- I also don’t understand the appeal of ripped jeans as attractive fashion. I didn’t get them last time, either.
- Is there a way to eat meringues gracefully?
- Why am I eating this meringue?
- High temperatures still are in the 80s in our part of L.A. Hello, November!
- I baked pumpkin bread anyway.
- We are entering the world of LAUSD. I’ll admit it, just like everyone else does–I’m apprehensive.
- But, hey, at least there’s pumpkin bread.
I need to make pumpkin bread . . . because, yum.
I don’t know that I’ve ever given how to eat a meringues a second thought . . . most food, I just stuff in my mouth. Really, it’s only an artichoke that gives me a problem.
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The meringue was really messy, and I realized that I don’t even like them that much (I mean, there’s nothing wrong with them, I just think they need a lemon pie), so apparently I was just eating it because I had agreed to split it with our new assistant in order to be friendly, which is no reason to eat something just sitting around in the common area.
Wide Sargasso Sea: Read that a decade ago, still no idea what it was about.
Meringues by themselves seem pointless to me. In fact, I think I just want the lemon pie/tart/cookie/anything, no messing about with the meringue at all.
I hear you.