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Thursday, November 25, 2004

OY!

Well, I think I've survived open enrollment again. Work should let up a little bit, giving me time to work on my schoolwork.

It's sad, I started this blog, hoping to write pages and pages of stuff about my thoughts and such. But, due to my major (Professional Communication and Information Systems), I write waaayyy too much for school. By the time I get on here, I just sit here staring at the screen like a retard.

Well, let's see, tonight, J and I ran to Piper's Pub for dinner. It's one of my favorite restaurants in the city. It would have been much better if the two bitch-queens from hell hadn't walked in. I'm still really upset about them. I was friends with them (or so I thought) for a couple of years, and it turned out they were just superficial bitches. I opened up to them...I was there for them when they needed someone... Then, all of a sudden they fuckin' turned on me.

Oh well, enough about that.

J and I made some of my Bourbon Pecan pies for tomorrow. Now we're sitting in the living room watching "Drawn Together." I f'ing love this show.? It's so funny. :)?

It would have been funnier had I gotten into the bourbon while making the pies... alas, I was being good!

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Bourbon Pecan Pie

3 large eggs
3/4 cups brown sugar
1 cup light corn syrup
1/8 tsp salt
1 Tbsp bourbon (wild turkey is my favorite)
1 Tbsp butter
1 Cup of pecan halves

Ok, Here ya go... Preheat the over to 375F. Make your pie crust. 8" is best...if you use 9" it ends up a bit thin. (Get your minds out of the gutter ::giggle::).

Alright, now melt the sugar with the corn syrup in a medium saucepan. When the sugar is dissolved, turn the heat down. Add the salt, bourbon, and butter and stir until the butter is melted.

In a separate bowl, stir the shit out of the eggs with a fork. Slowly add some of the heated sugary shit to the eggs while stirring quickly. This keeps you from having an omlette in your pie. Once the eggs are warmed up, pour them into the saucepan and stir the shit out of it some more.

Pour the mixture into your unbaked pie shell.

Cover with pecans. . . Note: if you are anally retentive like me, you gently lay the pecans on top in a pretty spiral pattern...if not, just dump them on.. it all tastes the same anyways.

Bake for 45-50 minutes, or until the center is set.
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Well, I can barely keep the old eyes open now, So I'd better go curl up in bed and go to sleep.

::smooches::

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