voila'

Fell down a french pop rabbit hole sunday night

apricot pesto

This is a cross between a basil pesto pizza and a tart

dough:
4 1/2 cups (20.25 ounces) unbleached high-gluten, bread, or all-purpose flour, chilled
1 3/4 (.44 ounce) teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon (.11 ounce) instant yeast
1/4 cup (2 ounces) olive oil (optional)
1 3/4 cups (14 ounces) water, ice cold (40°F)
Semolina flour or cornmeal for dusting

toping:
3 teaspoons basil pesto
1 1/2 teaspoons apricot jam
sliced banana pepper
black pepper
2 tablespoons feta cheese
1 tablespoon mozzarella
1/2 teaspoon grated parmesian

neglected whacked

(Jodi)

vegas baby

hippies

Dawn: so my friend the newshound ... did you see the amazon tribe hoax article?
Matt: they are a real tribe
Matt: just not so lost
Matt: somewhere there're hippies planning to go meet them
Dawn: somewhere those hippies are hoping that tribe has some "lost" weed
Matt: "where did you get that cool choker?"
Matt: "It's my friend's tailbone"
Matt: "we went into the amazon, and they ate her and I got this"

efterklang- parades

Monday mornings my anxiety meter is set to 'ridiculous'.
I always feel like I'm going to be sucked under the water and hit by a boat propeller for no apparent reason.

boysenberry

Matt: reporter on tv named wif dinnick
Matt: wilf
Matt: http://www.cnn.com/CNN/anchors_reporters/dinnick.wilf.html
Matt: friends call him the wilfer
Matt: or the wilfman
Matt: mother wilfer
Matt: or total wilf
Matt: "wilf I'd like to fuck"
Matt: I'm done
Dawn: you forgot about "what the wilf"
Matt: on what planet do you name your boy that
Dawn: earth, apparently
Matt: milk weed sounds more masculine
Matt: meet my son 'milk weed' and his whimpy little brother 'wilf'
Dawn: and their sister, thistle

wrath

Note to self: Cedar Rapids is going to smell for like the next 10 years- avoid.

flaming wok 3am

In case you've never been- there is no Wok, no flaming and no grill.

kickie boots

(force)

big sky country

big wheel

So I just got in. Look what's crept into the neighborhood. (force)

randomness

I saw you on the Blue Line heading North.
You had a grey Keffiyeh wrapped tight around your head, yellow boots and were coughing into a stained handkerchief...

spear guy

"Some guy with high-functioning Asperger's developed the first spear;
It wasn't developed by those social ones yakking around the campfire."
(quote New York mag)
He probably just wanted to pierce a yakkety's heart with it...