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Diet, Dessert and DogsDiet, Dessert and DogsWeight loss musings, healthy food and baking recipes, and comments from my dogs. Articles
A North American’s Anzac Biscuits (*or, My Ode to the Antipodes)
2008-02-03 14:34:00 Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve had an ongoing love affair with the antipodes. Well, come to think of it, that would be a one-sided love affair, since I’ve never actually been there. But hey, that’s okay. I’m accustomed to those; my entire adolescence was flush with unrequited love. I’ve dreamt of visiting the Land Down Under since I was about 13. When the Australian Women’s Weekly cookbooks finally made their way across the Atlantic, I was first in line to buy them (favorites include Biscuits and Slices, Vegetarian, and Chocolate titles). I’ve read The Thorn Birds and Oscar and Lucinda; I dutifully watched the Crocodile Dundee movie and delighted over Babe; I was a devoted fan of the Dame Edna show and ran out to buy the first Crowded House CD to hit our airwaves (though I never became a fan of Kylie Minogue). I adore the whole lot of Australian thespians: Hugh Jackman, Naomi Watts, Geoffrey Rush, Cate Blanchett, Hugh J... More About: American , North
You Have My Word
2008-02-03 02:25:00 “The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.” –Mark Twain I recently started reading the highly acclaimed Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Almost immediately, I found myself laughing out loud as I read page 2, and was hooked. Gilbert’s memoir recounts her travels through Italy (eat), India (pray) and Indonesia (love) following the chaotic dissolution of her marriage. Now that I’ve reached the penultimate chapter of the ”Eat” section, I’ll be sorry to see all those robust and flamboyant foods disappear, slick with garlic and olive oil. But I am also looking forward to delving into the next section and the solemn world of spirituality as it’s presented by this enviable wordsmith. In one of the Italy-based chapters, Gilbert discusses the theory of a friend of hers, who asserts that each city, based on its communal “personality,... More About: Word
Bean There, Done That: Gluten-Free Brownies
2008-02-02 04:41:00 Years ago, when I taught a course called “Feeding Body and Soul,” students were asked to contribute a recipe that had been handed down in their family as a way to illustrate the power of food through the generations. One young woman (who, in her words, had been “raised by hippies”) gave me a recipe for Navy Bean Muffins, made from the usual ingredients but using pureed navy beans instead of flour. I thought this twist was just groovy, man, and resolved to some day make them myself. Well, that day hasn’t yet arrived, but I did think of beans as the perfect addition to my GF brownies, about which I posted last Monday. This recipe for Gluten-Free Brownies is one of three for chocolate treats with hidden healthy ingredients, just up today on VegFamily magazine. To see the other two as well, check out the entire article. The hidden gem in these rich, chocolately squares is pureed beans. Now, before you go running to the hills, consider that many... More About: Gluten Free
Comfort from the Cold: Spiced Brown Basmati Rice Pudding
2008-02-02 04:11:00 Somewhere around the first week of December (either that or the 3rd day there’s snow on the ground, whichever comes first), I decide I’ve had enough of winter. Bah! Who needs lawns covered in a glistening, pristine blanket of white? Who needs billowy undulations of snow-covered hills along the roadside? Who needs that dainty spray of unique, lacy flakes as they gently descend from the heavens? Not I! Despite all its awe-inspiring beauty, winter also brings with it a whole host of evils: treacherous patches of “black ice” concealed beneath a thin veneer of fresh white powder; knee-high snowdrifts that are agony to traverse in my ponderous, barely-warm-enough galoshes; wooly scarves pulled high over the nose (must protect my delicate proboscis from all that cold air whipping around, after all), causing impaired vision as my glasses fog up from the vapour of my heaving breath; and The Ordeal of the Walk, with its multiple layers of clothin... More About: Cold , Rice , Brown , Pudding , The Cold
Tofu Omelette with Sauteed Apples and Sweet Curry Sauce
2008-01-30 13:07:00 Love never ceases to amaze me. In the halcyon days of our relationship, when my HH and I were still in early stages of romantic life, I was sideswiped with a doozy of a diagnosis that caused me to change my diet drastically for what turned out to be quite a long time. Still fiercely besotted back then, my HH was perfectly willing to accommodate my strange and singular dietary restrictions: no sugar, no wheat, no eggs, no dairy, no anything fermented (which included my half of those bottles of wine we’d grown accustomed to consuming with dinner), no caffeine, and on and on—for about three more paragraphs. As a couple who habitually dined out 2 or 3 times a week plus brunch on Sundays (one advantage of meeting when we were too old for kids is the increased discretionary spending), this new diet forced us to alter our regular routine, um, considerably. All this, and my HH was still happy to comply, and even join me as I consumed cooked amaranth and tahini, tamari-m... More About: Sweet , Tofu , Curry , Apples , Sauce
Turnip and Pear Soup
2008-01-29 13:10:00 How can someone, especially someone who purports to be interested in healthy eating and vegetables, reach the ripe old age of 40-something and still never have tasted a turnip? Shocking, I know; but yes, indeed, that someone is moi. I blame it all on Modern American Drama. One of the first courses I took as a university student, it was taught by my mentor, John Ditsky , for whom I harbored a 20 year-long crush (but that’s neither here nor there). Truly, since my undergrad days, whenever I’d think of turnips, all that came to mind was that scene in which Estragon asks Vladimir for a carrot but gets handed a turnip instead–and the turnip, having resided in his filthy coat pocket for who knows how long, is not exactly an appetizing substitute. So, for many years, just the thought of turnips would throw me into a bout of existential angst. I believed turnips to be the unwanted progeny of carrots. Or perhaps parsnips. Or, on the other hand, just a... More About: Soup , Pear
Sneaky + Deceptive + Chef = Delicious
2008-01-28 13:53:00 I find it fascinating how certain ideas make the rounds in the world of food, blogging or otherwise. I’ve mentioned before about how it galls me that Mrs. Jerry Seinfeld has an over-hyped, over-acclaimed, skyrocketed-to-bestseller-status cookboo k in print, all because she thought to add some vegetable purees to existing recipes (Oh. And because she’s Jerry. Seinfeld’s. Wife. Right.). No matter that others–writers, or, naturally, vegan chefs–have been doing this sort of thing for years (and even my little baking company has been selling carob muffins with hidden spinach in them since 2004–so there!). [Note to readers: Please permit me this puerile rant. It’s January 28th, it’s been snowing and way below 0 degrees C for weeks over here, and there is no end to winter in sight. I am grumpy. I hate ice and snow. I have been consuming highly insalutary amounts of chocolate. But I assure you, this is just a rant. It wi... More About: Chef , Delicious , Sneaky
The Habit of Exercise
2008-01-28 00:09:00 I hate winter. For someone who was born and grew up in Montreal, that is a heretical statement. But I’ve never been athletic, I get cold easily, I don’t have the greatest sense of balance (not exactly a plus when you’re navigating ice-laden sidewalks while holding the leash of a frisky, determined dog in each hand), and so winter makes me grumpy. Grumpy, and lazy. During the snowy months, I have to be vigilant not to let my exercise routine slide somewhat. I mean, who wants to take the extra twenty minutes to pile on an additional pair of wooly socks, long underwear, scarf, insulated hat, dexterity-diminishing gloves, earmuffs and galoshes, drive through snow and sleet at 15 km./hour to unwrap for another twenty minutes on the other side before changing into workout gear, just to push some weights around for 40 minutes or so? Not I. And so, I often end up missing my otherwise quite enjoyable workouts during this cold season (”So long, Septuagen... More About: Exercise , Habit
Lucky Comestible I(5): Sweet Potato Pancakes
2008-01-25 23:02:00 [This week’s Lucky Comestible is sweet potatoes. Here’s the last part in the series.] Okay, everyone, pour yourselves a glass of wine. Now, raise it with me and yell, “Pancakes ! Pancakes!” No, I haven’t reached that breaking point where I’m finally guzzling alcohol at breakfast. The reference above is one that comes courtesy of The CFO, and one I always think of when I eat those delectable breakfast cakes. Here’s the story: when The CFO graduated from college, she and her best friend decided to take a summer off and backpack it across Europe (My! What an original idea!). And, like so many other 18 year-old women on their own across Europe for the first time, they had a blast, meeting other young people from various countries and doing things that make them cringe today. At one point, they found themselves in a tiny Greek village, at the local bar, imbibing far too many drinks while surrounded by a group of eight o... More About: Sweet , Potato
Lucky Comestible I(4): Sweet Potato-Cranberry Hash
2008-01-24 20:54:00 [This week’s Lucky Comestible is sweet potatoes; here’s part 4 in the series. ] Finding recipes that use familiar ingredients in new ways is almost as much fun for me as finding completely new ingredients. For instance, I loved it when I started to bake with all kinds of veggies in cakes, cookies, or other desserts (I’ll be writing more about that on Monday). The first time I tasted sweet cashew cream (a vegan substitute for dairy cream), I was immediately enraptured (I mean, a cream redolent of cashews and maple syrup? Talk about a no-brainer!). And don’t even get me started on olive soup. So when I discovered that sweet potatoes made an excellent base for a salad (true, I was a little late coming to that realization; I’ve always been somewhat of a late bloomer), I was thrilled to be able to use one of my favorite vegetables at room temperature as well as in cooked foods and soups. I’m already a great fan of a Sweet Potato -Ginger Salad recipe ... More About: Cranberry , Cran
Lucky Comestible I(3): Sweet Potato-Cranberry Scones
2008-01-23 14:17:00 [This week’s Lucky Comestible is sweet potatoes; here’s part 3 in the series. ] It’s a snowy, windy, perenially grey landscape here in DDD land. The snow is so fine and dense as it swirls and sweeps by my window that it appears almost like some giant Scotsman is smoking his pipe and blowing smoke round the corner. Well, come on in, O Accented One–I’ve got scones to serve! (And they are part of your heritage, after all.) Since breakfast is my very favorite all-time meal (yes, I’m sure I must have mentioned that before), I’m always on the lookout for a good scone recipe. This can sometimes be a bit challenging, as I don’t use butter or eggs, evidement, but I also don’t use vegan margarines. If you’re looking for an acceptable whole food that can substitute for butter, your only real bet is organic coconut oil. Now, that’s fine with me, as it’s solid at room temperature and tastes quite yummy. I use the on... More About: Sweet , Potato , Scones , Cranberry
Lucky Comestible I(2): Sweet Potato “Fries” Three Ways and Miso
2008-01-22 17:49:00 [This week’s Lucky Comestible is sweet potatoes; here’s part 2 in the series. ] A few weeks ago, I hosted a potluck for friends and promised to provide all of the recipes from the evening on this blog. And while I’ve done pretty well on most of the others, I hadn’t supplied this one for sweet potato “fries,” partly because it’s so simple I feel it doesn’t require its own recipe (just instructions). However, this past weekend when The CFO came to visit, we had brunch at a local haunt and ordered the sweet potato fries with miso gravy. Well, I was determined to reproduce that gravy! So I’m posting my own version, with not one, not two, but THREE variations on the fries. I first tasted sweet potato fries (real ones–literally fried, in fat, and lots of it) many years ago, before I hit my 4th decade and, therefore, before I knew the true meaning of the word, “heartburn.” Nowadays, deep-fried anything is anath... More About: Sweet , Potato , Fries
Lucky Comestible I: Mini Sweet Potato and Chocolate Chip Muffins
2008-01-21 15:02:00 [I thought it would be fun to start a little series over here at DDD: the series will profile one one of my favorite foods, or a food that I’ve recently discovered and enjoyed, over several days. For this first entry, I’ll be focusing on Sweet Potato es. The series will be presented on an occasional (and entirely arbitrary) basis, before I move on to the next lucky comestible. ] Let’s just say that my mother was not an overly adventurous cook. She habitually repeated the same six or seven dishes over and over, with the occasional new recipe from Family Circle, my aunt, or someone in her Mah Jong group thrown in on occasion. So we were treated to salmon patties and potato boats (called “twice-baked potatoes” these days), hamburgers with mashed potatoes, grilled cheese sandwiches, or tuna salad over cucumber, tomato, and iceberg lettuce on a rotating basis. Fresh fish? Forget it. Artichokes? Don’t make me gag. Fresh herbs? ... More About: Mini , Muffins , Chocolate
Sister Love, Self Love
2008-01-19 00:42:00 This morning, as I slipped out of the shower and dashed toward my towel, I was arrested by the flashing image of some alien being–large, bulbous torso with spindly appendages, squishy and amorphous, with a dimpled, pasty-grey hide–as my gaze flitted briefly across the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet. Extraterrestrial close encounters in my bathroom? Ultra-magnified image of a cotton ball and stray eyelashes? Cate Blanchett in her newest role, as Truman Capote? Uh, no, to all of the above, sad to say. With a start, I realized that mysterious reflection was me. My HH finally put up the medicine cabinet a few days ago, so I wasn’t yet used to having a mirror in just that location, and forgot to avert my eyes as my naked self passed by. Now, with two mirrors basically facing each other in the bathroom, just as they tend to do in women’s dressing rooms, I am treated to the full 3-D, 360 degrees, visual equivalent of surround-sound, image of mys... More About: Love , Sister
Raw Almond-Veggie Pate
2008-01-17 18:55:00 When I was in nutrition school, one of the alternative diets we learned about was the raw food diet, also known as the living foods diet. The diet consists only of raw fruits, vegetables, nuts, seeds, sprouted grains (such as your garden-variety bean sprouts), as well as the occasional raw milk, cheese, or yogurt. ”Living” is defined as anything not heated above 118 F (some adherents say 115 F), as that is the temperature at which the foods’ enzymes are denatured (and why pay for denatured milk when you can still get some raw milk for free?–or something like that). I was not immediately drawn to this diet, as it does present some difficulties for me. First, and most important, eating a “living” diet 100% of the time is somewhat unrealistic in a Canadian climate, as an abundance of locally-grown raw foods is not available all year; further, your body craves warm foods in a cold climate. It’s also not varied enough for my persona... More About: Almond
Dog Day: Freeloaders We Love
2008-01-16 18:41:00 On one episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm, Larry David’s post-Seinfeld exploration of our modern cultural zeitgeist, he explains why he got rid of his dog by saying “It’s like having a bum living in your house.” As much as I adore Mr. David’s show and can understand how he might feel that way (Larry’s character has had his share of run-ins with unsavory types), I’m more inclined toward the following joke I once heard on CBC One (Canada’s public radio station): The dog says, ”You pat me. You feed me. You shelter me. You love me: you must be God!” The cat says, ”You pat me. You feed me. You shelter me. You love me: I must be God!” Needless to say, I prefer dogs to cats. And even though the Furry Girls may laze around quite a bit during the day, those soulful brown eyes and wagging tails make it all worthwhile (well, maybe, except for the part about picking up poo in a plastic bag). I thought today’... More About: Love
Tofu Quiche for Thirty
2008-01-15 06:05:00 The weather continues to annoy me, what with all the grey and gloom and snow and slush. Too much shadow (and so I take umbrage at the weather. Bah.) Consequently, I wasn’t all too thrilled when I remembered that I had to drive about 40 minutes just to teach a cooking class this evening at a local RCSS. Besides, the coordinator had called me on Friday to tell me only six people had signed up! I love doing these classes, and the intimate number of participants is always nice because it allows for one-on-one attention, but this darned Canadian winter just seemed too intimidating (the temperature was supposed to drop to -4 C this evening, which meant a slippery drive home at 9:00 PM). Well, what a surprise when I showed up to the kitchen, only to be informed that the class was fully booked, with 30 people! Although I’ve previously baked quantities beyond that (muffins for 300, anyone?), I’ve never prepared such large quantities of food, all at one time, in... More About: Tofu
Multiple Blog Disorder (DSM IV)
2008-01-14 01:23:00 We’ve been having endless gloomy weather lately, which always gets me thinking in macro mode about my life and career: where they are now, where they are (or aren’t) heading, and where I’d like them to be. Quite often, it boils down to the issue of focus: I just don’t seem to have much. In fact, I’m one of those people who might start to clean my house at 9:00 AM by dusting in the living room, only to happen across a stray cardigan lying on the comfy black chair, so I pick it up and take it to the bedroom to put it away, and then notice the dog’s bone on the floor, so I pick it up and take it over to where the dogs’ pillows are, where I notice as I toss it that there’s a full wastepaper basket beside the desk, so I pick it up to take it downstairs to the garbarge can, but when I get there, I notice that big cup of tea I left steeping on the kitchen counter, except by now it’s cold, so I pick it up and put it in the micro... More About: Blog
Asian-Inspired Napa Cabbage Salad
2008-01-13 04:11:00 A few weeks ago when I hosted a pot luck dinner for some friends from my nutrition school days, I promised on this blog to post all the recipes from the evening. This napa cabbage salad was originally on the menu (but got usurped by Isa and Terry’s Caesar). Well, tonight we ate the salad with/for dinner, so I’m happy to finally present the recipe here. Napa is one of those foods that seems to straddle two different types of vegetable: is it a lettuce (genus lactuca)? Is it a cabbage (genus brassica)?* What I love about it is its perma-crunch quality; even the next day, and even if you’ve thrown foresight to the winds and dressed the entire salad, the leftovers are still crisp. In fact, my HH remarked this evening that he prefers this salad on the second day, as the flavors mature! (I’ll try that next time I make a salad of mesclun greens, too: “Yes, that’s right Honey, it’s supposed to be limp and a bit slimy; that&rsqu... More About: Salad , Asian , Cabbage , Inspired
Smooth Operator
2008-01-11 05:07:00 Way back in my salad days. . . . (Come on, now, who am I kidding? Okay, let’s start again): Way back in my cake-for-breakfast, Snickers-bar-for-breakfast, leftover-nachos-for-breakfast days, I was seemingly able to get it all done: work at a burger joint until 1:30 AM, sleep five hours, get up and make it to school for an 8:30 class, get my groceries done, clean my apartment (ah, the days of the bachelorette apartment–only one set of dishes to wash!), pay my bills, wash out 44 pairs of socks and have ‘em hanging on the line! Starch and iron 2 dozen shirts before you can count from one to nine! Cause I was a woman–W-O-M-A-N–I&rsq uo;ll say it again!. . . . oh, wait a sec, wrong memory. Excuse me. What I mean is, I was able to get everything essential done, eat whenever I wanted, and still remain relatively healthy. Of course, in those days, I didn’t appreciate how resilient my body was (looks like George Bernard Shaw had a point), and... More About: Operator , Smooth
Happy Trails
2008-01-10 04:32:00 Snacks: should we or shouldn’t we? The jury seems to be out on that one. Just this morning, as I plodded along on my trusty treadmill, I happened upon a brief TV interview with ND Penny Kendall-Reed hawking discussing her new book, The No-Crave Diet. One of the supposed myths that she busted was the idea that we should basically snack all day long ( what’s been referred to as “grazing” in recent years), and eat 4-6 smaller meals per day. No, no, no, said Ms. Kendall-Reed, that theory has been thrown out the window! Recent science indicates that leptin, the fat-controlling hormone in our bodies, only begins to really work its magic about 5 hours after we’ve last eaten (and so, works best overnight). If we keep shoving food into our mouths every two to three hours, we undermine the function of leptin. So to really lose weight, she advised, don’t snack at all. Stick with 3 meals–that’s it. Well, I’m not... More About: Happy , Trails
Driven by Distraction
2008-01-09 00:51:00 I wouldn’t have believed it myself if it hadn’t happened to me personally (why, yes, you’re absolutely right, that does sound like the opening line of a letter to Penthouse Forum! But sorry, it’s not). Two whole days, and I have consumed not one single sweet. No cookies. No cake. No muffins, even. But best of all: no chocolate! My small intestine is saying, “thank you.” My gastric juices are whispering, “we appreciate the time off.” My liver is chanting, “Bless you, my child.” The scale is even winking at me in gratitude. The Girls–well, they’re not as thankful. (”We really do miss getting the leftover bits of those oatbran banana muffins, Mum.“) How did I accomplish such a feat, you ask? Well (like so much else in my life, unfortunately), it wasn’t a conscious choice. I have discovered since our new semester began this week that it is just soooo much easier for me to eat... More About: Distraction
Fig Bread and Restorative Soup
2008-01-06 13:23:00 It was all quiet on the DDD front yesterday, as I’m both preparing to return to school (gak!) tomorrow, and am still fighting off a weird viral thingie. So with my sinuses throbbing, I didn’t much feel like being creative in the kitchen. Woke up feeling very cold, only to discover that someone had stolen the blanket from the bed and was hogging it! (”Sorry, Mum, but since you won’t let me up there, I have to get in on the act somehow. Sheesh, haven’t you heard of the Family Bed?”) Well, after catching up on some of my own blog reading, I was inspired by Veggie Girl’s recent baking marathon to get at it myself. In another recent post, she had mentioned the fantastic cookbook by Ellen Abraham, Simple Treats, a book I own and love, but had left, forlorn and forgotten, on the bookshelf for the past while. With my memory jogged, I set about finding something from the book to bake. I adore freshly baked muffins or scones for breakfa... More About: Soup , Bread
Remembrance of Foods Past
2008-01-05 03:18:00 As our man Marcel so eloquently illustrated, it’s pretty much natural for most of us to be flooded with sensory memories when we inhale the aroma of some beloved or long-forgotten food–images come flooding back as quickly as a montage in a rap video. The scent of hot chocolate? Of course: that was studying for high school metriculations, 1978. The wafting aroma of eggplant parmesan? That dinner party with my wacky room mate (ah, yes, the one my friend Ed said had a revolving door in her bedroom) in 1981. The tingly, acidic rush of champagne bubbles on the nose? The first New Year’s Eve with my HH, way back when. Oh, and the next one. And also our anniversary. Oh yeah, also my birthday. And the following New Year’s. And this past one. . . . Yes, food certainly elicits memories for most of us. What’s weird about me, I’ve since discovered (among all the other things) is that the opposite is also true: memories elicit food. ... More About: Remembrance , Past , Foods
Pear and Ginger Mini Loaves or Muffins
2008-01-03 15:35:00 Necessity is the mother of many a new recipe in our house. Because there are only the two of us (humans) living here (”Don’t forget about us, Mum!“), it’s usually fairly easy to decide what to have for dinner, or what to buy at the grocery store. My HH and I share many a similar taste, except for all that animal flesh he eats, and we even enjoy cooking together whenever we do cook (which seems to be less and less frequently these days, come to think of it). One thing we have in common is an apathetic response to pears. I crave a fresh pear probably twice a year–no connection to any other event or season; it’s just something that happens, and then I eat a pear. When I do bite into it, I do appreciate all its lush juiciness, smooth, aromatic flesh and the little-known fibre boost it supplies. Pear s wouldn’t be a problem over here, except that we are also the happy recipients of a weekly organic fruit and vegetable box. When I’m... More About: Mini , Muffins , Ginger , Fins
Looking Ahead: Five-Year Plan
2008-01-03 03:24:00 Well, I hope everyone out there had a Happy New Year . Ours would have been very pleasant and laid back–after all, we were guests at my friend’s 8000 square foot “cottage” (you read that right–were we lucky, or what??), we were in a pastoral wonderland of snow, lake, birch trees, rare birds and other wildlife prancing past the picture windows between the stone and wood walls, and we spent the time with two of my very favorite people in the world, Gemini I and Gemini II, as well as their families. Could it get any better? In our pre-Chaser days, we used to go up there fairly frequently, and have spent many a lovely Thanksgiving or Christmas with the Gemini I family. This time, however, we discovered a tiny, heretofore unseen quirk in our (post-Chaser) Elsie Girl, something we’d never witnessed before: she has a newfound propensity to lunge at and–if permitted–eat any of the other dogs up there (Chaser excluded). What t... More About: Plan , Ahead
A Year, Anew
2007-12-31 12:07:00 I wish you all a wonderful New Year . May the 2008 bring with it everyday magic, the kind that makes this year the one you remember right through to the end of the next. (”Don’t forget that we send lots of licks and tail-wags, too, Mum!”)
Encomium to the Soap Star Bloggers
More articles from this author:2007-12-30 19:57:00 As the year winds its way to a close, I’ve decided to reflect back on my 2-month long participation in the world o’ blogging and what I’ve learned thus far. So: not resolutions, exactly; just a recap. This will also likely be my final true post of the year (not counting the pre-dated, automated post that will appear tomorrow), since we are heading to my friend Gemini I’s cottage for New Year’s Eve and I have no idea what kind of Internet access (if any) they have there. Like so many new bloggers, I’ve been chomped on by the blogging bug (try saying THAT quickly 5 times) and have been irrevocably drawn in to this quirky and captivating world. The month of December, posting daily to Holidailies, has been a real kick and an incredible learning experience as well, though, as someone who’s kept a paper diary virtually since I could write, I found the quotidian rhythm of regular posting to be both comforting and familiar. I doubt I&... More About: Star , Bloggers , Soap 1, 2, 3, 4 |
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