Someone's In The Kitchen, With Or Without Dinah

So the other night, when I could have been alleviating the gigantic crush of work that will be hitting me tonight, I opted instead to sit in my kitchen reading the Fannie Farmer Cookbook and doing anagrams with my roommates. And hey, guess what? I am HORRENDOUS at anagrams (or maybe there just aren't that many anagrams  you can make from "Foxy Brown"). The cookbook, on the other hand, was far less disappointing, perhaps because it required no actual skill on my part. There was a recipe for "Birthday Cake", which was a weirdly specific walnut/raisin/orange affair, which I don't understand at all. Although I have had birthday pie since I was a kid, so what do I know.

My favorite entry was for Divinity, however, because underneath the name it said:

"Divinity is meant to be eaten in short order: it dries out quickly."

Live forever while you're young, kiddos.

Things I Routinely Fantasize About

-watching The Ten Commandments while snuggling with an adorable puppy

-riding a dinosaur while eating cotton candy

-going on a fishing trip with Karl Lagerfeld

-being in a convent and writing dirty letters adorned with dinosaur stickers to my secret lover

-being best friends with a sharkity-shark for a day and subsequently getting eaten

-the RZA being my next-door neighbor

-Sid Vicious and Pam Grier as my shoulder Devil and Angel, respectively

-being old and sitting on my porch and yelling at kids

-having a servant whose only jobs are to give me popsicles and make me toast whenever I want