Friday with the Aussies as a Gay Man
My Lovely Ones: Dang. You ever type&type&type and write&write&write and then hit one little button and somewhere in the depths of the hardrive all your work is flushed away, never to return? Well, let us say a very long post was in the works and now it ain't no more. Really, the less for you to worry about anyways. The main purpose of this blog is selfish expressive practice; I haven't anything unique to offer, in any realm at all. So does that make this writing or just typing? So here's the previous post in a nutshell: Dinner: Alton Brown's Mighty Duck with chard & balsamic. Turned out just right, using two pans and a steamer. And one of the pans is a cast iron skillet which is best less than scrubby clean. Oh wait. Don't think too hard on that last part. Spent a few hours inadvertantly tripping through downtown SF, where I was mistaken for a short, friendly, gay man by a group of slightly befuddled and really handsome Aussie tourists all cl...