Happy Halloween, everyone. My Kuro costume is in the car, waiting to freak out everyone at work (if I get up the nerve [which I probably won’t]). I’m definitely going to be wearing it for our Halloween Potluck tonight.

Feel better, Rosy! She woke up with strep this morning. How much does that suck?

I made two loaves of sandwich bread last night. I doubled the recipe on the back of the King Arthur’s flour bag. The only thing I didn’t double was the amount of water, because I put in two-thirds of a cup (the amount specified for one loaf), and then I had to add another few tablespoons of flour because the dough got too wet. I hope it turned out okay. We’ll find out later!

Gordon Ramsay says that women can’t cook.

Well, so much for this site. I guess since all women are capable of is mixing drinks, I should start a bartending blog. Look for LushHussy.com, coming soon.

And on a personal note to Gordon, I’d just like to ask, “Bitch, are you for real?”

Ren, I answered your question in the comments below. Lydia and/or Zack, please check it out and add anything helpful, if you can.

These two most recent recipes I made because I had the ingredients. “Hey, this cookie recipe calls for buttermilk? Kick ass.” I added allspice and cardamom because I thought it would be tasty, plus Lydia will be eating these, and she has a serious jones for the cardamom. I made the molasses spice cookies as well as Alton Brown’s The Thin chocolate chip cookies on Sunday over at my parents’ apartment. They have a lovely, lovely oven. It’s huge. I am a bad daughter. I left a bit of a mess over at their place. I totally forgot that I wasn’t at my house. Just goes to show how much it’s like home, eh?

…nah, I’m not getting out of that one. My mom says I do that again, she’s taking my keys.

I went over there for dinner tonight. Chicken parmesan, pasta, bread, salad, yum. Oh, and my cookies for dessert.

Apparently, after learning that I had been over to cook on Sunday, my dad went around and looked in the cupboards and refrigerator to see if I had left them any goodies. I hadn’t. I’m a jerk.

D&D tomorrow. Two of our new guys just left for a dancing group. Whatever, I say. They can go waltz. We’ll just be saving the world, thank you very much.

Dude! Nerd heaven! I wanna go! Who’s with me?

SF Chronicle’s preview of the event. Hope I’m better by tomorrow, and I hope it’s good.

Of the things I wanted to make over the weekend, I made three, plus one or two things that weren’t on the list. I roasted a chicken on Friday night, baked bread on Saturday morning, and made tortilla soup Saturday evening. Other things I made were the world’s most unspicy salsa (I am never buying chiles at that Safeway again) and some very gelatinous chicken stock. I made the stock for the potato-leek soup that never happened. Why? I couldn’t find leeks in the stores. I guess I need to go to Sigona’s to find them. Annoying.

So yeah, I’m sick. Have been since Sunday night. I hope I feel better tomorrow. I’ve already told Scott that I probably won’t be making it to D&D. I may put in an appearance at work for a couple of hours to get some stuff done (and to show everyone I’m not faking it).

Dear Immune System,

I was sick last week (nausea/headache). Please don’t let me get sick this week, too. I’ve got a bit of a stuffed/runny nose thing starting to happen. Head that off at the pass, would you?

Love and kisses,
Sarah

P.S. (an hour later) Oh, I KNOW you didn’t just set my body to hurting! You did NOT just do that!

P.P.S. (the next morning) You suck. Now I have to stay home from work.

Things I want to make this weekend:

Roast chicken
Tortilla soup
Potato-leek soup
Jonsauce
Bread

Next week, Jer and I are going to stop wasting money and start bringing our lunches to work instead of perpetually going out (well, except for Indian food on Fridays). This is a good thing. Unfortunately, none of those recipes are new. Sucks to be my blog. (Well, I did get a new recipe for baguettes, but I’m tired of getting frustrated with the sticky dough of French breads. Maybe in a month or so I’ll try again.)

I need to buy more extra-virgin olive oil. There’s some kind at Trader Joe’s that Jon really likes. It’s good- I made a tasty spaghetti aglio e olio on Tuesday with it. I also splashed it all over one of my favorite old t-shirts. That was annoying.

I have a new recipe to post. I just need to hear back from Ryan that it’s decently tasty.

Also, I made brownies on Monday, but they sucked. I ended up pawning them off on Rob and Jer after D&D last night.

I’ve been editing my latest Katamari cosplay pictures; I’ve got five done so far. I’ll try and create a little narrative to tie them together a bit. (I figured one picture on the main page is enough, so these are linked to my Photobucket account.)

Kuro contemplates the swings… should he roll them up?

No, Kuro decides to swing. But there’s no one to push him. He’s all alone.

Kuro thinks, “Being a lone wolf kind of sucks sometimes. I wish The Prince were here instead of in Lancaster.” (This is the picture I posted below, so you don’t really have to click.)

Adorable Earth moppet wonders what’s up with the strange lonely alien. Adorable Cousin of All Cosmos wonders what’s up with the weird Earth child.

Kuro playing on the slide.

Ha! I’m pretty sure Lydia and I are the only ones who have done the faces this way, so it’s fairly certain this post is about us. Also, given that the poster is from California, it’s more certain. Anyway, she thought we were boys. Even though the post seems to state that she saw our faces. Haha. We don’t really look that ungirly, do we?