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saphyriaSaturday I made Dill Pasta! Woo! I know it's nothing gourmet, but it's really good and simple to make.
Recipe ala Traci: Pasta, preferably the multi-colored spiral pasta, drained and slightly dried off. Chop up and add whatever vegetables you want. I usually go with chopped green bell pepper and sliced olives, or tiny pieces of raw broccoli, but whatever you want should be fine. Add enough ranch dressing to thinly coat all the pasta, or more depending on how much ranch flavor you want. Mix until thoroughly coated. Addas much dill as you want generous amounts of dill weed, stirring as you go. I always like it with a lot of dill, and mom never puts enough, it seems. Chill the pasta for a few hours, perhaps adding a bit more ranch dressing later as the pasta will absorb a lot of what you put on there when making it. Serve and enjoy!
And just because, I'm posting the lyrics to the song I have stuck in my head.
Love took a long time, it followed me here
And it landed on light feet, and it whispered in my ear
Love spoke of my past as a valuable test
And smiled, and said she who loves last loves best
'Cause you know life is hard, but now you also know your mind,
So now you're going out to love, but on your own side this time
Where you still think of famine, and you still dig up train fare
And you won't mind the wrinkles, 'cause you know how they got there
In love but not at peace
In love but not at peace.
Once for me love was the boat inside of a bottle,
It felt like a gondola ride,
When you float with the nicknacks, and you don't hear a sound
Where the fish never lived, and you don't miss the ground
And the moon hangs above like a Valium pill
And I say I'll be fine, but I don't think that I will
But today I got work, and I like it that way
It's a case of a still life gone cinema verite
In love but not at peace
In love but not at peace.
And I still need the beauty of words sung and spoken
And I live with the fear that my spirit will be broken
And that's the way I thought it would be
That's the way I always wanted it to be.
So I'll keep you wondering what time I'm arriving
And you'll drive me crazy with your backseat driving
And I'll talk in my sleep and you'll steal all the covers
We'll argue it out and we'll call ourselves lovers
And I'll stay in my body and you'll stay in your own
'Cause we know that we're born and we're dying alone.
So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming
And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming.
In love, but not at peace
In love, but not at peace.
Recipe ala Traci: Pasta, preferably the multi-colored spiral pasta, drained and slightly dried off. Chop up and add whatever vegetables you want. I usually go with chopped green bell pepper and sliced olives, or tiny pieces of raw broccoli, but whatever you want should be fine. Add enough ranch dressing to thinly coat all the pasta, or more depending on how much ranch flavor you want. Mix until thoroughly coated. Add
And just because, I'm posting the lyrics to the song I have stuck in my head.
Love took a long time, it followed me here
And it landed on light feet, and it whispered in my ear
Love spoke of my past as a valuable test
And smiled, and said she who loves last loves best
'Cause you know life is hard, but now you also know your mind,
So now you're going out to love, but on your own side this time
Where you still think of famine, and you still dig up train fare
And you won't mind the wrinkles, 'cause you know how they got there
In love but not at peace
In love but not at peace.
Once for me love was the boat inside of a bottle,
It felt like a gondola ride,
When you float with the nicknacks, and you don't hear a sound
Where the fish never lived, and you don't miss the ground
And the moon hangs above like a Valium pill
And I say I'll be fine, but I don't think that I will
But today I got work, and I like it that way
It's a case of a still life gone cinema verite
In love but not at peace
In love but not at peace.
And I still need the beauty of words sung and spoken
And I live with the fear that my spirit will be broken
And that's the way I thought it would be
That's the way I always wanted it to be.
So I'll keep you wondering what time I'm arriving
And you'll drive me crazy with your backseat driving
And I'll talk in my sleep and you'll steal all the covers
We'll argue it out and we'll call ourselves lovers
And I'll stay in my body and you'll stay in your own
'Cause we know that we're born and we're dying alone.
So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming
And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming.
In love, but not at peace
In love, but not at peace.
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Date: 2004-11-15 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 01:04 pm (UTC)It was spawned from a joke about the Light consuming its children. That look on Merriman's face was too good to pass up.
(the Eats Its Children icon for Will also says "yum")
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Date: 2004-11-15 10:16 am (UTC)I have all her CDs except "The Christians and the Pagans". I love her! Loveherloveherloveher!!!!!
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Date: 2004-11-15 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 01:41 pm (UTC)My theme song is "Your Fire, Your Soul" I spent the entire summer humming it under my breath to the point that someone whacked me 'round the head.
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Date: 2004-11-15 01:53 pm (UTC)