First up: Flinch
My mom had picked up this deck at a yard sale because she remembered playing it when she was a kid and we gave it a crack over Christmas. Honestly, it was kind of dull, at least with just two people, but I was completely charmed by the graphics, both the front and back of the cards.
Christmas also reunited me with my absolute favorite childhood mug:
My name! And roses! And gold trim! That's what you call classy, bitches.This little elf guy was, my mom and I agreed, the best childhood Christmas craft ever. I made him in fourth grade.
I love him.I took this photo in Pittsburgh back in April and never quite worked it into a post.
I just really like it.Last, behold my nemesis:
You know how when you cook with fresh tomatoes and you chop them up and cook them with some other stuff, the way the skins float off and turn into these hard, unpleasant bits of evil? I hate them. I hate them so much. And you know who else hated them? M.F.K. Fisher, that's who. So there.
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My inner 6 year loves the mug too. If you blanch the tomatoes in boiling water, the skins will peel off very easily with your fingers.
Oops - insert the word "old" after year.
Thanks,
Ingrid
Really cooked tomatoes, cooked to sauce = great, raw tomatoes = great. Anything in between is a foul abomination of evil mouth feel.
I don't mind the tomato rollups that Stephanie dislikes so much, and plus, my dog Kitty loves them. She sat next to Stephanie and happily snarfed all the peelies. Didn't hurt that they were meat-infused, either!
Classy! Laughed out loud on that one.
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