The Westmonster Daily

Aaaaah, what a feeling!

I don’t have it often enough.

But when I do have it, there’s this fuzzy gush of yay soaring through me, and I can’t seem to find my head because I’ve used it all up.

Do you know that feeling? It’s “being-proud-of-yourself”.

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I posted a recipe for Because Pie over at the Munichies today, and one sentence made me think of a really silly joke I know. Here’s the one-and-a-half sentences that sparked this flash of inspiration: “place the dish in the oven for about an hour. Take it out, place the mozzarella slices on top and put it back in the oven for another half hour.”

And here’s the corresponding (?) joke (it’s a Q&A type of joke, where you ask some unsuspecting friend or foe a question and they’re bound to give the wrong answer):

Q: How do you go about putting an elephant into the fridge?

Naturally, most people struggle with the answer to this, as there doesn’t seem to be a sensible way (never mind a reason) of getting an elephant into a fridge, and of course they’re expecting a serious twist. Well, life could be so simple:

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The other day I received another strikingly typical email from my bossess. It was loaded with typos, significantly lacking in content, and really captivating in its completely random use of punctuation marks, adding to the confusing nature of the whole thing. (more…)

So I have this pie dish. I ordered it online after a month-long obsession with owning a pie dish (I blame that on having previously vacationed in the US) and a few futile searches for one in local (in)convenience stores.

You see, Germany has never really gotten the hang of pies. We make cakes and tortes, we build cars and highraise buildings, we don’t bake pies. So yeah, I got it online, eventually. It’s deep dish, light green on the outside, cream colored on the inside, and has this lovely rippled border (yes, I could just take a picture and show it to you, like I did with the hasselback potatoes, but seriously: where’s the fun in that?).

So it’s just delicious in itself. My mouth waters whenever I look at it. Or think of it, for that matter. Right now, for example, I’m practically drooling all over my keyboard, which is mildly upsetting because it’s not even actually mine. (more…)