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Name: Alice
Country: United States
State: California
Gender: Female
Interests: God, community and global health, snowboarding, rock climbing, nature, cooking, good eats, wine, books, writing for fun, "normal stuff" like watching movies and hanging out.
Expertise: Dinner parties and entertaining, feeding hungry boys, finding every possible way to get back to New York, baking, posing as a doctor in my white coat, carving through hardpack, staying up late for no reason, petting my cat- meow!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Member Since:
11/3/2002
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| Just watched Gran Torino. Great movie.
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| Since nobody is picking up their phone calls, allow me to tell you, poor neglected Xanga, what my evening was like. Actually, the story begins last night. Fiance wants to go to the store to pick up gift cards for our primary care preceptors, since our last day is tomorrow. I think, oh, well, I'll bake something for our preceptors as well! I decide to make blueberry crumb bars, and pick up some butter at the store, since I'm out. I'm thinking I'll pick up some blueberries at Costco today, since they have a HUGE container on sale for something like $7.
So today, after work, I drop by Costco to get the blueberries. I then drop by Fiance's apartment, since I forgot to get lemons yesterday and he has some in the fridge. I decide I have enough blueberries to double the recipe, and put everything together to get that done.
This is where I start regretting that I doubled the recipe. I squeeze twice as many lemons, zest twice as many lemons. I take my tiny pastry blender and blend FOUR (yes, FOUR) sticks of cold cold butter into a huge bowl of flour. By the end, I'm practically sweating bullets and my hands and forearms are sore. But I think, "It'll be worth it. These bars are amazing! And everyone will love them!" So I finish my half hour of blending the dough, pat it carefully into pans, put in the blueberries, and put it in the oven. 45 minutes, saith the recipe.
At 33 minutes, I start smelling the dough, and I take a look. It's barely browning, so I decide to wait until the 45 minute mark. After all, on the blog, the blogger had to add 10-15 minutes. I'm watching Weeds and finally eating my dinner at 9pm, so the microwave timer lets me know that 45 minutes have passed.
And the damn thing is burnt. I'm tempted to scream expletives but I'm almost too tired too.
So, to continue pounding a non-funny joke into the ground....
Costco sized carton of blueberries.... $6.49+tax
A pound of butter... $2.49 + tax
My entire evening... well, my labor is technically free
Burning a double batch of blueberry crumb bars? Enough to make Alice grumpy for DAYS.
!@#@$@#$#@#!!%@#$#!$!#$@$%#$%#%@#$@$%^#@!!!!!
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| I'm having a major case of the Grumps. Since yesterday, I've just been grumpy grumpy grumpy!
Poor Fiance. =(
Crap! When did it get to be 10:30?! How sad- I'm a mere 24 years old, but when I see the clock at 10:30pm I start freaking out and making my way into bed. I can't wait for another 2 weeks when I can start going to bed at 8:30pm again. Yay, surgery. Ah, the summer nights of waiting patiently for the sun to set sufficiently before deeming it "late enough" to be going to bed.
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| I'm on call again. And really bored. Sigh. Back to pre-marital counseling homework! A. | | |
| I'm supposed to clean my apartment today because I have guests.
Maybe I'll just stop at clean sheets and towels. That's pretty good, right?
Man this week felt so long. The babies make it worth it sometimes, but sitting around waiting for patients to arrive is the most painful and pointless activity ever. We're supposed to read and study while this all happens, but they don't provide a good place for us to do it. Take this for an example- there's a library at the hospital, BUT pagers notoriously don't work inside. WTF, why?
Time to meet fiance for dinner. Too lazy to drive, a bit too dangerous to walk. The 5 is inbetween me and dinner. At this time everybody is trying to get home, but trying to avoid pedestrians. Well, hopefully they're trying a little bit.
I'm in a complainy mood. My life is filled with mediocre food, penny pinching, and waiting for packages to arrive. At least my new steth is here. Now my own heart sounds deafen me after weeks sans Littmann.
Chipotle here I come!
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