NOT MUCH OF A POET, THEN

Posted on Saturday 9 December 2006

Works for me, because I love everything else she wrote.

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4 Comments for 'NOT MUCH OF A POET, THEN'

  1.  
    9 December 2006 | 10:48 pm
     

    Rimbaud here.

  2.  
    10 December 2006 | 8:25 am
     

    Plath

  3.  
    10 December 2006 | 8:27 am
     

    I probably got Plath because I said I would die among kitchen utensils, but I was really thinking of having a stroke while trying to get a hollandaise sauce to emulsify.

  4.  
    10 December 2006 | 11:08 am
     

    Xensen: I thought your first movie was pretty good, but then it all went downhill. Oh, wait, wrong Rambo.

    Gail: Heh. I just make the blender version, because when I want Hollandaise sauce, I want it right away, dammit! Throw in the egg yolks, pour in hot butter, et voilà: a thick sauce to which I immediately add far too much lemon juice (for most people).

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