Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

The first meatballs we've ever made in Berea -- they're now on the stove. Wasn't easy: still don't have the full complement of kitchen gear (or ingredients), but after some improvisation and the most minor of grease-fires, we're on our way.

Of course I ate a few as I plunked them into the sauce. Tasty.

Next up: setting up the wireless network. (Guess that means I'll be offline periodically this afternoon as I alternately fuck up/restore my router configuration.)