Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Burned potstickers and peanut butter

Tim is at class tonight so I had a dumb dinner. He really is a most excellent husband--he rang when I was on the bus to tell me how to cook frozen potstickers: throw them straight in a pan of hot oil, brown for three minutes or so, add boiling water to the pan (almost enough to cover), cook for a further five minutes, and you're done. Except I burned them, the fire alarm went off, I had to stand in the foyer fanning the smoke detector with my blazer, the pan boiled dry, I spilled half the potsticker sauce on the kitchen bench, and after all that I was still hungry. At which point I improvised with dessert: chocolate chip cookies smeared in peanut butter.
Another weird day at work today although, unlike most, it ended with champagne. One of the girls at work is getting married, hence the champagne. I edited stories about a potential biological control for fruit flies, a woman who sells accessories made from antique brocade, and an artificial nose that, when tested in Berkeley, sniffed out cocaine, meths and pot. Hence the weirdness.

Ha! I deserved that

Apologies to Diana Peterfreund, who took a peek at SanFrantastic. (BTW, this is my first celebrity visit. If I mention Ryan Phillippe, will he turn up here too? Please?) Turns out the writing challenge she is taking part in is 70 days, not 70k words. And she only writes a book a year... Which still makes me feel like a lazy bum.