I like fall.
I like food.
I like Foo Fighters.
It’s only 58 degrees. I think it’s here. Fall. Seriously. I am tingly. I like fall that much.
My new issue of Everyday Food arrived in the mail, and tell me that Chicken Pot Pie doesn’t look like the Bomb. I’m going to calculate the points later today and see if it will fit into my master plan, and by ‘plan’ i mean the Weight Watchers "Oh, come on now…20 points is VERY filling" Diet to the Stars. If not that, the Spice Rubbed Chicken and Hominy Saute is lookin’ might fine. God, I ADORE hominy.
I just downloaded Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace from the iTunes store, because I didn’t have enough so called ‘patience’ to wait ’til I could drive to a store that sells CDs. Dave is looking good these days. Possibly a titch too much rock star skanky for my taste, but those tastes are all skewed during the Month of Neil. (I know, i’ve posted this link before. Did I mention my OCD?)
For September, I like my men slight and Kiwi. Sorry, Dan. If you talk with an accent you might get luckier.
Happy Foos-day to all.