You know you're alone on a Sunday afternoon... (randomish again)
... when you realize just how loudly you're singing along to a Bob Dylan song. Essentially it's when your voice is reverberating off the ceiling in the dining room and because you're so freaking tone deaf it hurts your own ears.
...when you make strawberry-basil ice cubes to for a strawberry-basil cocktail that was in Saturday's Wall Street Journal. I mean, I even made simple syrup. Yikes.
...when you spend about two hours searching bread pudding recipes, you make the bread pudding, and then proceed to eat half of the pan before you realize just how many eggs and how much cream you put in this goddamn bread pudding. So worth it though. Did I mention I took photos too? I did. Further, I reviewed and rated the recipe (seriously, it's a damn good recipe - here's a link Bread Pudding II (also known as the one recipe that didn't require 'hot milk')
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| Prep! |
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| Pre-Bake |
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| Post-Bake/Pre-Eaten |
...when you actually resort to emailing family members you normally don't want to talk to. I'm not lonely enough to call that family member... YET.
...when you take way too many photos of your father's withering tomato plants and compose a poem about the loneliness of the last summer tomato on the vine. Whatever. Like your poetry is any better than mine (it most likely is but I'll remain defiant to the end about my lonely tomato).
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| Lonely Tomato is the name of my new band |
...you realize there are photos on your camera that you forgot about and post them to your blog like anyone really cares but, hey, it's only 2:24pm and there's a lot of this Sunday afternoon left.
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| My dad's new iPad |
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| I embraced my inner Sandra Lee for this table |
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| And I was really proud of the result. |
...you write the silliest of all your various "randomish" blog posts but really you were just killing time while you put that Bob Dylan song on repeat and sang it three more times in ever increasing decibel levels.
Happy Sunday!