Happy new year, everyone :) All the best hopes for everyone in 2014.
I spent the day doing my traditional New Year’s clean-up today; I purged quite a few things that I’ve been meaning to for some time. The only thing left to do is drop a box of pots off at the thrift store and I’m done.
Put two slices of ham into personal ramekins in a “cup” shape (ie line the cup with ham). If using bacon, either shape the bacon to the cup if it’s not too cripsy; otherwise break the bacon up and line the ramekin
Crack one whole egg into the ramekin on top of the ham.
Add a couple of dashes of chipotle hot sauce on top of the egg.
(Note that there is no added salt in this recipe – if you’re using ham or bacon, there is already a lot of salt in this dish, and the egg doesn’t need additional seasoning) (well, maybe a little pepper)
Add a few slices of cheese on top of the egg, just to cover the top of the egg.
Bake the ramekins for 16-18 minutes. The goal here is to have the egg white set while the yolk is still a bit running.
Back in February, we went to the Beaty Biodiveristy museum (pro tip – free admission for UBC employees and students) and here are some pictures. Warning, there are dead squiggly things in jars in this post (and even more at the Flickr Set).
Ended up at the thrift shop today and found a whole bunch of books from my childhood – oh, the memories. The disturbing memories.
Given that between Book #1 and Book #4, Elizabeth throws over her twin sister for another bestie, you can imagine how their teen years would play out. Oh wait.
This wasn’t one of my childhood books, but I couldn’t pass up a picture; the cover is like some horrible mashup of a conjoined twins horror film and a bad photoshop job.
1) how and b) why.
MATHNET. I flipped through, there were actual math questions to help you solve the case. I’m impressed.
Tho I’m a bit curious about the dummy.
Book #10 isn’t bad for a crappy Scholastic board game novelization. The premise is that Mr. Body (left) invites all his murderous friends up for the weekend (again) and murder ensues. In the vein of the Encyclopaedia Brown books.
I’m not quite sure where to begin with this one. “it’s beginning to look a lot like danger”? Those sweaters? some asshole trekking ash across the carpet? Honestly, life in Stoneybrook isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.