It was a long history of me antagonizing her, because she was a religious prude and deeply unsuited for the role, and I was a little asshole. I sat in the hall more than at my desk.
It's a 40 year old Fuji road bike that a local co-op refurbished and I'm in love. It's for my commute- I'm scheduled early for an 8-week project and the bus doesn't run til later. I haven't seriously biked since the mid 1990s, but I rode it home during rush hour yesterday with very little grief.
This is the natural continuation of choosing the bear. We found The Universal Exception. And I truly don't give a fuck if a meme of a dorky pretty 50 year old man hurts someone's feelings.
*I see you said no campus stuff, but look at local colleges for drug studies or brain imaging studies. There's usually some criteria they need participants to meet- diagnosed with (x) or no history of (y)- but some are quick and compensate with cash.
I am a biological woman. I identify as such. I don't know what the same person plus 30+ minutes with a curling iron has to do with cheating. Effort? Vanity? This is far, far beyond me somehow. I am also very old so there's that.
I make a German chocolate cake once a year for my partner's birthday that uses an absolutely horrifying amount of sour cream. 12/10 would bake more if it wasn't such a pain in the ass.
I'll do about a quart of buttermilk in recipes around the holidays, but I've been leaning hard on my sour cream mixture.
I increased the amount to 3Tb per cup of water for my lemon pound cake, and I'm thinking about adding more. Testing the possibilities before summer hits and I bake a million loaves for when I go visiting.
Rag rugs are a game changer
*some rag rugs.
*Happy cake day!