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Bottom of the 7th: I'm making peach chutney. I've set a timer. Mighty Mite at the plate, men on first and third. Petey gets a nice single into left and drives in a run. The timer goes off. Papi takes a strike. I have to go rescue my chutney before it burns. I walk to the stove, and as soon as I pick up my spatula,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hyounpark is all, "DEEP RIGHT! DEEP RIGHT!" Papi hit a homer!
Bottom of the 8th: The chutney has cooled. I go back up to the stove to pack it up. JD Drew hits a homer!
UM YOU GUYS I'M NOT THAT SUPERSTITIOUS BUT, BUT, BUT.
AND THEN COCO CRISP DROVE KOTSAY IN WHEN I WENT TO STIR THE CHOCOLATE POT DE CREME OMFG
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Locals: Gitcherbuttsover to Hungry Mother in Kendall. NOM. Had a wonderful catch-up dinner with Ingrid there a couple of nights ago:
- beef tongue canape, which melted in my mouth like pulled pork and the juices soaked the bread like a hand-holdable french onion soup
- a cheese plate special, with I forget what semi-hard cheese (taleggio, possibly? local farm, though, so I'll have to investigate), apples, honey, and walnuts
- shrimp 'n grits; just the right amount of spicy kick
- fall vegetable gnocchi
- concord grape sorbet
Didn't have the boiled peanuts, though I'm sure Hyoun will order them when I drag him over there. ;) But I love that it's practically a straight shot down Beacon/Hampshire, two miles later, make a left and look for parking. (It's right by the Kendall Square Theatre and kittycorner behind CBC.)
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And then we were discussing spooning elsejournal and basically, I think comfortable spooning is more a matter of relative size rather than gender. Big spoons (tall) should be the primary "outer," regardless of gender. (I will have to poll my friend-couples where the woman is taller; now I'm curious!) When you're a small spoon trying to spoon a big spoon, no matter what, you're either bent slightly away from them up top (which pretty much negates the spooning), or you're constantly poking them in the back with your nose, or you have to twist your head uncomfortably to accommodate said act of spooning. Big spoons, at worst, might have to smell your hair. The biggest spoons just "rest" their chins on top of your head. ;P
Granted, at 5'0, I will never, ever be the big spoon; the smallest big spoon for me was 5'3. (The largest was 6'2" and a wrestler in high school. His arm was practically a blanket to me. But my proudest strength achievement is that I can sweep all of said spoons off their feet with my little bear hug, I guess it's a deadlift, kinda? :D )
Torso length is probably a more precise way to determine appropriate spooniness (and really, once you get past the sitbone curve, legs adjust more easily), but again, it's another problem that I've never had; my torso length has always been shorter than that of my various partners. ;)
Bottom of the 7th: I'm making peach chutney. I've set a timer. Mighty Mite at the plate, men on first and third. Petey gets a nice single into left and drives in a run. The timer goes off. Papi takes a strike. I have to go rescue my chutney before it burns. I walk to the stove, and as soon as I pick up my spatula,
hyounpark is all, "DEEP RIGHT! DEEP RIGHT!" Papi hit a homer!Bottom of the 8th: The chutney has cooled. I go back up to the stove to pack it up. JD Drew hits a homer!
UM YOU GUYS I'M NOT THAT SUPERSTITIOUS BUT, BUT, BUT.
AND THEN COCO CRISP DROVE KOTSAY IN WHEN I WENT TO STIR THE CHOCOLATE POT DE CREME OMFG
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Locals: Gitcherbuttsover to Hungry Mother in Kendall. NOM. Had a wonderful catch-up dinner with Ingrid there a couple of nights ago:
- beef tongue canape, which melted in my mouth like pulled pork and the juices soaked the bread like a hand-holdable french onion soup
- a cheese plate special, with I forget what semi-hard cheese (taleggio, possibly? local farm, though, so I'll have to investigate), apples, honey, and walnuts
- shrimp 'n grits; just the right amount of spicy kick
- fall vegetable gnocchi
- concord grape sorbet
Didn't have the boiled peanuts, though I'm sure Hyoun will order them when I drag him over there. ;) But I love that it's practically a straight shot down Beacon/Hampshire, two miles later, make a left and look for parking. (It's right by the Kendall Square Theatre and kittycorner behind CBC.)
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And then we were discussing spooning elsejournal and basically, I think comfortable spooning is more a matter of relative size rather than gender. Big spoons (tall) should be the primary "outer," regardless of gender. (I will have to poll my friend-couples where the woman is taller; now I'm curious!) When you're a small spoon trying to spoon a big spoon, no matter what, you're either bent slightly away from them up top (which pretty much negates the spooning), or you're constantly poking them in the back with your nose, or you have to twist your head uncomfortably to accommodate said act of spooning. Big spoons, at worst, might have to smell your hair. The biggest spoons just "rest" their chins on top of your head. ;P
Granted, at 5'0, I will never, ever be the big spoon; the smallest big spoon for me was 5'3. (The largest was 6'2" and a wrestler in high school. His arm was practically a blanket to me. But my proudest strength achievement is that I can sweep all of said spoons off their feet with my little bear hug, I guess it's a deadlift, kinda? :D )
Torso length is probably a more precise way to determine appropriate spooniness (and really, once you get past the sitbone curve, legs adjust more easily), but again, it's another problem that I've never had; my torso length has always been shorter than that of my various partners. ;)
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:52 (UTC)I'LL SIT HERE AND KEEP CHUGGING THE DIET COKE. WE ALL DO OUR PART.
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