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Fuchsia is hiding the lemon tree.

  • Last Friday, on my walk to work, a man said to me "Excuse me, can you spare some change so I can buy breakfast?"  I don't carry much money, so I said "I'm sorry, I don't have any cash on me."  Then, he yelled "BUY ME BREAKFAST!!" so I yelled "NO!"  A string of creative expletives ensued as I walked away.  Fellas, if you want me to buy you breakfast, you'll get further if you don't call me a, let's say, sucker...
  • Bought a lemon tree and a fuchsia tree this weekend!  They're both lovely, but let's hope they survive the cold nights we're going to be having for a while.
  • Busted out the Gwyneth again, and made these amazing cookies, but with superior Canadian maple syrup, of course! :)
  • The Mad Men finale blew my mind.  It was far more satisfying than I imagined it would be.  Again, I recommend Matt Zoller Seitz's recap.  Eloquent, and on point.  (I hesitate even writing about the finale, as I finally got that damn (SPOILER! Don't click the link if you don't want the info!) jingle out of my head!)

Seriously delicious, and seriously easy.  Click the link, and make them!

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