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I am making Spickey-Mush for dinner. I know spickey isn't a word as you know it, but it is fun to say :) I made gingerbread for the hodgepge sale tomorrow... Yes, another Anth society fund raiser. We are selling Stuff! In Flannagan! Come one, come all! And then I decided I should make dinner, although I haven;'t really been *hugry* all day. I did go to Swiss Chalet and get me a quiche though. It was good :) And the mysterious free cake at Eller, which was also good. I'm not complaining about mysterious free cake!

Spickey Mush is my dinner concoction. I bought these chicken breasts, and they kind of scare me, as they are clearly Prepared Food. I mean, they are *huge*. The thought of the size of the chickens that produced them is kind of scary, althoug I suspect that they are impregnated with water or something scarier to make them look larger. Anyway, I couldn't stant the thought of just cooking the one I'd unthawed and having to contemplate its unnaturalness as I ate, so I needed to cut it up. With Stuff. Stuff is half an onion, half a tomoato, loads of olive oil, garlic, cumin, curry, salt, and pepper. Spickey Mush! I hope it is good. There is also rice, and if all else fails, I tossed my last sweet potato in with the gingerbread. I am just waiting for it all to be done: yes, this is yet another entry brought to you because I couldn't find anything else to do to kill a few minutes. This is a sign that you people need to entertain *me* more! In small bite sized chunks!

I am sleepy, but I need to get through this France book tonight. I can do my readings for Anth, and maybe even for Landscape, tomorow.

In other news, I just volunteered to help Maria move her piano on Saturday. That'll be an adventure, I'm sure :o

And ahh, you're off the hook. I just remembered I need to burn some picture CDs :)