It was probably strange for me to thank my OB/GYN for the super gentle Pap-Smear, huh? But guys, I haaaaaaate those more than anything else, and I barely noticed this time. There are some of you nodding your head because you get it. That's a big deal.
Did you know that biologically speaking, you aren't attracted to people who have a similar smell as you, which is nature's way of preventing families "mingling" too closely? I believe this is why I want to burn my house down when my son comes in from riding his bike, or I venture too close to his room. SCIENCE WANTS ME TO KICK HIM TO THE CURB. I mean, nurture him and allow him to spread his wings and fly. Ahem.
This weekend I made bacon-onion jam and let me tell you something: that business is the freaking business right there. Also, it's surprisingly not fattening. I mean, it's a bunch of onions cooked down for hours (in bacon fat, true) with some salt and balsamic vinegar to finish it out. And a few pieces of bacon. BUT STILL. 10 giant onions, 5 pieces of bacon. Not too shabby. For my dinner last night I made crostinis with a heaping spoonful of the jam and a disc of goat cheese on top, slapped under the broiler, and then shoved into my mouth. I was a happy girl.
This is the last time I'll mention that fic [Kindred Spirits] that I wrote, because it has run its course, it seems. The people who would have found it interesting have done so, have read it, and have moved on. It didn't pique people's interest like I thought it would, and I'm telling myself to reach zen about it. In comparison to other fandoms I've written for, it's done very well. So. Get over it, me. OM. /lotus position
Time for me to roast some Brussels sprouts for my lunch, nom nom!!