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December 21st, 2006

i feel cute today.

yay for self-esteem! maybe it's because i haven't really eaten anything yet. hmm..
how fickle is a woman's self-perception.

Make my pancakes stop turning brown!!

Yesterday the nytimes had 4 recipes on pancakes and a pancake premier, which got me really craving pancakes. So tomorrow I'm going to have several ladies come over for pancakes at brunch. It is going to be an awesome event. I decided to spare the ladies eating burned pancakes and experimented on my own. This resulted in half-cooked pancakes, pancakes that are totally brown and one nearly perfect pancake with a crispy exterior and wasn't burned.

But a lot of my pancakes are turning brown, not necessarily burnt, but too brown. So. How do I stop them from turning brown? I'm using the basic recipe from nytimes. I'm cooking with butter in a steel pan. Should I use non-stick? I don't like non-stick because of possibility of toxins released at high heat. I tried switching butter between pancakes but that only helped a bit. Is the heat too high? It's set on low. Should I just switch to vegetable oil? Hrmpf.

Investigating the pancake problem. Good issue to have for a vacation day.

Loud primitive beats

I love spending vacation days in Austin.

I had brunch at Nuevos Ondes, wondered around South Congress. Experimented with pancakes. Dragged my ass to ballet class, and afterwards I sat around watching the African dancing. African drums are so throbbing, demanding, and... alive. Totally different from the kinds of drumming I've heard in previous drum circles. There were 5 drummers for that one dance class. The dancers asked me to join, but I just watched for a bit. Note to self: instance of not yes and-ing life.

Something about those African drums makes me want to just jump up and dance crazily, like I do when I'm at home, and I dim the lights, turn on music and just move. Though from the bit I saw in the class, it was rather structured (though far far less so then ballet).

Now I'm home, and I've hand-made meatballs with pork, jalapeno and onions in my oven.

Caroso is curled up in my bed, where he's been most of the day.

*happy sigh*