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Quick! Every one hide! Ash is about to arrive at her Surprise Party here!!

November 10th!

*LOL* Sandrine you and I have the same idea! (hey, Is that Okie in your banner?? )

Congradulations DD! Let's hear it for the home town girl!!!

Par-tay at the Thompson is in order!!!

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Hope you had a great day Gav :)

We have a BDSM section in the forums - I think you will find your answers there...

-M

Spicy Carbonara-ish Pasta

Bring a large pot of water to boil and cook your pasta. I like linguini or bucitini.

In a large frying pan, render some panchetta thats been cut intonstrips of lardons over medium heat. Add a handful of frozen peas and coom for about 2 minutes. Add 3 tablespoons of butter and 2 finely minced cloves of garlic.

Beat two eggs wth a splash of cream. When the pasta is done, add it to the panand take everythng off the heat. Add beaten eggs and as much Franks Red Hot sauce as you dare. Toss the whole lot carefully together.

Grate over some grated parmaganio, salt and pepper.


Serve yourself, and whomever you're with. Tastes best after a crazy drunken nght, when this recipe was born.

I swear by soup noodles or pasta at the end of the night.

My sister, rugby player and party girl, swears by these crazy Tamarid Pills from Japan.
The problem with thosenis you have to take them before you go out, which takes forsight.

Also makes you pee all sorts of funny colours...

DD! You're in TO! Of all the microbrews around here....

Okay, Canadians represent here- be it known I almost never touch Molson ;)

Steam Whistle is a fabulous, easy Pilsner from right here in Toronto- ultra drankable, but may be difficult to find anywhere else.

MacAlsen is a great bewery in Quebec- in the Wheatbeer category - I favor their St Ambroise Apricot, and if I can find it, The St Ambroise Raspberry.

South of the border, I'm obsessed with Abita, from Louisiana. Purple Haze is what I drink when I find it.

Unless I'm in Boston, then Is Sam Adams anything on tap.

Okay, fine. i love me a Guinness, properly poured, on Tap, never canned.

I swear, I'm not an alcoholic!

definitely YUMMY! (sited: http://www.theawl.com/2011/09/crack-brownies)

CRACKED BROWNIES (not crack brownies!! lol)

Turn your oven to 350 degrees.

In a 3- or 4-quart saucepan, melt a stick-and-a-half of butter with 2 ounces of unsweetened chocolate. Since these are The Best Ever Brownies you should use the highest-quality chocolate (and butter!) that you can find, though I’ll whisper to you behind my hand that a batch I made using Baker’s, which is basically the Alpo of the unsweetened chocolate world, was met with oohs and aahs and a whole lot of paws surreptitiously darting toward the plate for just one more, I swear this is my last one OH MY GOD I CAN’T STOP WHAT IS IN THESE

Once those two things are melted, turn the heat off and move the pot to a cold burner to let it cool down for a spell.

Now stir in the following things:

A heaping ¼ cup of cocoa powder
2 cups of sugar
3 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla
1 cup flour

When that’s all nicely mixed, pour the batter into a 8”x8” square pan that you’ve lined with greased foil such that the foil drapes over the edges of the pan.

That’s pretty much it, except for the secret part. The crack part. Have you guessed yet what it is?

It is salt.

But not just any salt. Maldon salt. Himalayan pink salt also works, as does Sel Gris. Kosher salt does not work; neither does table salt. You need rocks, Jenny from the block. About a teaspoon of ‘em, but kind of eyeball it, giving the top of the brownie batter a pretty good coating with the stuff. Once you’ve done that, put the pan in the oven, let everything bake for 30-35 minutes before cooling for one hour at room temperature, followed by one hour in the refrigerator. Cut them into 16ths.

Have you ever wondered what your friends look and sound like when they orgasm? Because fair warning: you’ll find out, and you should know that before you trot these babies out because it’s actually a really disturbing thing to know. (The silent ones freak me out the most.)

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