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it's done. omg it's actually DONE!

and with a two whole days to spare!

[collapses]

no. more. fic. challenges.

please, please remind me next year how hard it is to write two different - very different - stories in a short period of time with a deadline. cause um. i can't do it again next year. two killed me.

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it's done. omg it's actually DONE!

and with a two whole days to spare!

[collapses]

no. more. fic. challenges.

please, please remind me next year how hard it is to write two different - very different - stories in a short period of time with a deadline. cause um. i can't do it again next year. two killed me.

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adventures in cooking: part two

so we're having a holiday pot luck at work today. i figured hey, i'll make latkes. it's not like there's a whole lot of traditional foods for hanukkah anyway, so those are easy. i sure as heck wasn't making rugelach or brisket or donuts, so latkes it is!

me:[putters around the kitchen half-awake, grating potatoes and onions]
latkes: [sizzle. fall apart]
me: fucking latkes!

me: [calls mom] my latkes won't stay together!
mom: ... did you put flour in them?
me: you put flour in them?
mom: *yes* how do you think you make them stay together?
me: you really should have taught me stuff like this.
mom: you're jewish! you're supposed to be able to make latkes in your sleep.
me: latke-making abilities aren't genetic!


[face palm]

yeah. apparently my latke-making abilities aren't so great, but now they're not falling apart and working quite well. here's to hoping i actually *finish* before i'm supposed to go to work. also, i'd like to point out that i really am a good cook, the last two cooking entries aside.

adventures in cooking: part two

so we're having a holiday pot luck at work today. i figured hey, i'll make latkes. it's not like there's a whole lot of traditional foods for hanukkah anyway, so those are easy. i sure as heck wasn't making rugelach or brisket or donuts, so latkes it is!

me:[putters around the kitchen half-awake, grating potatoes and onions]
latkes: [sizzle. fall apart]
me: fucking latkes!

me: [calls mom] my latkes won't stay together!
mom: ... did you put flour in them?
me: you put flour in them?
mom: *yes* how do you think you make them stay together?
me: you really should have taught me stuff like this.
mom: you're jewish! you're supposed to be able to make latkes in your sleep.
me: latke-making abilities aren't genetic!


[face palm]

yeah. apparently my latke-making abilities aren't so great, but now they're not falling apart and working quite well. here's to hoping i actually *finish* before i'm supposed to go to work. also, i'd like to point out that i really am a good cook, the last two cooking entries aside.