I don’t have much to report for today. Drank coffee, finished some freelance, took a shower, baked a sweet potato, watched The Hunger Games with Meredith to prepare her for the release of Catching Fire next weekend (She’s read the books.), ate some pumpkin pie, folded some laundry, and decided to pinwheel the hell out of some puff pastry.

I took that pastry out of the freezer, thawed it, spread a bunch of pesto over the top of it, and tossed on some stir-fried mushrooms. I then rolled it up, sliced it into wheels, and baked it at 400 for 15 minutes. Dinner.

I ate three wheels before making eye contact with this guy:

Francis the Pinwheel

I’m sure he’s delicious, but as all of the cool kids say: I Just Can’t. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. (I Just Can’t is in a heated competition with the inappropriate use of the word So for number one on my List of Overused Annoyances. She was SO FIRED. I JUST CAN’T.)

In my mind, Francis Pinwheel has spent many years driving a smelly cab in New York. He speaks with a lisp, he doesn’t take crap from anyone, and as soon as his youngest kid moves out he’s going to pack his bags and try to make it work in Seattle. (That’s where his internet girlfriend lives with her cat, and she likes Al Pacino movies just as much as he does.) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

10 thoughts on “Saturday!”

  1. Three of those was probably plenty.

    And that Francis one? No offense, but it looks like it might very well have come straight out of a smelly NYC cab!

  2. What! What guy?! Is there a worm in there? Oh, you mean that slice sorta looks like a face? Ugh…

  3. That’s just pesto and mushrooms? No cheese? I WANT TO EAT IT NOW!!!!!!!

    I gotta run to the grocery store. Thank you for sharing.

  4. I thought it was a free-lance depiction of your uterus. Done in puff pastry. (that is supposed to be funny — please chuckle, at least)

Comments are closed.