Potluck

So yesterday, after the class presentations, I produced three lovely pies from my car and proceeded to the potluck where I spent most of my time watching people and nibbling on insufficient caloric intake. Matthew brought a knife from his apartment upon request because that was the only thing I managed to forget. The pies were appreciated, but insufficiently, so I had left-overs (WTF?!) that I needed to deal with. Being me, I foisted them on eager bystanders.

I just checked my e-mail because now I'm awake I keep hoping for something to do other than make another attempt at writing evals, and there was this not from Paula (upon whom I foisted an entire pie because I know she likes rhubarb pie and because I really really really didn't want to take any home with me)

thanks Helen, that's one of the best rhubarb pies I've had - seriously. It even rivals mine, but maybe not quite! You kept it tangy...I hate sugar in pies....

keep busy
Paula

She and Andy, I've discovered, both enjoy food that bites back. Andy because he's broken his nose twice and has no sense of smell and Paula for as yet unknown reasons. I was just following instructions on making the pie (my dad's words = pie bible), so how tangy they came out was entirely his fault. Though I suppose he rather enjoys food that bites back, too...

On a completely different note: I'm going to go look at another possible place to live today, so I should stop screwing around on the comp and get properly dressed for leaving the house. I looked a different place last week and the moment I walked in the door knew that I would rather die than actually have to live there. Yuck. Smokers. The dog was sweet, though.