Spring Cleaning

So i know i haven't blogged in a while, but I've been busy! What can you do? Anyway this week Phil, Popou, and i undertook some major outdoor cleaning sessions, and by Phil, Popou, and i, i mostly mean just Phil.

  

 

We started with the gutters, and Popou "directed" us where to move the ladder next (*Hint: One foot to the right of where it just was). I was also making beer at this point, so pretty much spending half of my time in the kitchen, and the other half moving this wheel barrow of gutter junk. 

 

 Good times. Anyway at one point i'm walking outside, and Popou's starts to walk around the house (I assume to the shed), but turns around when he hears the screen door close, and says, "Kid, have you seen Nancy's stick?" And at this point i'm not even sure i understood what he said, but I have no fucking clue where or what "Nancy's Stick" is. So my dad just gives him a dirty look, and is like, "Are you really that lazy? You looked in one place. Fine, i'll get it." So he stops doing this:

                                                      

Runs into the laundry room, and comes out with this long silver pole (I think it's a broken tree branch cutter). So i'm like, "Why is that called Nancy's Stick?" and Popou's answer is, "Your mother." Which is the end of that conversation. 

So then it's time for me to go to school and Dad's like, "Hey, before you go help me uncover the pond so i can drain it." So he get's on one side, and i get on the other, and we pull this tarp off, trying not to get any of the gunk on top of it in, but fail miserably. Also it smells rank. At this point i leave for class (after washing my hands and failing to eliminate said odor). 

I get home and Popou's still sitting exactly where I left him, and dad is standing in the half drained pond in his white sneakers, calf length socks, and sweatpants pulled to mid thigh, grabbing piles of pond gunk and throwing it into a wheel barrow. I go inside to get the camera, and he has miraculously finished, and dumped all the crap in the game reserve (the huge area in back of our house where people go hunting). So i'm like, "Can you just stand in the pond so i can get an action shot?" and he's like, "No, i'm going to take a shower, get an action shot with Popou," Yeah right. So here's the half drained pond:

 

Sans Phil. I'm sitting talking to Popou and from no where Nanc bursts out of the house, walks around the pond, removes one stick, puts it in the empty wheel barrow, and goes back in side without a word. 

                                    

And Popou just starts cracking up, and is like, "Your father works all day, and your mother takes one branch." At this point my dad get's back from his shower, and we're telling him what just happened:

                                       

And he's like, typical. So then the phone rings, and it's my mom's friends who's probably like, "Hey what are you up to?" And we hear her say, "Oh, Phil and I are just cleaning the pond." Wonderful. 

                                       

Leftovers!

Ugh, Google just totally changed their blog set up, and it's driving me crazy. Why is this in the center? I just don't know.

Yesterday was Easter and coincidentally Greek Easter too! Every four years baby. My family used to have crazy traditions of midnight church, and mezzadakia (apps) after. This year it pretty much winded down to our morning tradition of cracking eggs and splitting the Koloudia.

Popou takes the first egg and hits my dad's which totally breaks, then i have to hit Pop's egg and mine just disintegrates. Popou has been the egg breaking champ (undefeated) since the dawn of time.

Then we break this Greek easter cookie that normally looks like the one above, but for easter you make one in a circle and break a piece off for everyone in the house. Then you eat it. Good times. We had to put one to the side for my mom cause she was off somewhere ringing bells.

Anyway the rest of my Easter was pretty much a slow day at work. I arrive home and my entire family is at the Spec's and normally they don't get home until 10. So i make a sandwich, take a shower, and basically dick around until 8 when i'm gonna meet up for an Easter nightcap. At about 10 til DPL calls me back and is all Happy Easter! I made and ate amazing food! And i'm like, whatever i had a sandwich, and just then my parents get home. So i go downstairs and there's like 20lbs of food, and my mom is trashed. So she's like opening everything up and displaying it for me and being all, "oh try this!" and then walking around the kitchen with it in her hand so there's no way that's going to be possible. So DPL's like cracking up on the phone and my dad's like, "Is that your sister?" and i'm like "Yeah." and Mom like runs over to grab the phone from me, but dad's like, "No i'll talk to her first, you're gonna take an hour." Meanwhile she starts making me a plate of stuff and i'm like, "Not really hungry, had that sandwich..." but she's not listening, so dad distracts her with the phone and i try to eat some of this stuff before i have to leave like 5min ago. I try asking my mom for my phone back and handing her dad's phone, but instead we have this completely nonsensical conversation.

Nanc: What, you're leaving? You've been on vacation all week!
Me: Sorry, i didn't expect you to be back until late.
Nanc: Oh, i see how it is.
Me: What does that mean? And besides you're drunk, you'll probably just fall asleep in your chair.
Nanc: That makes a difference?

So during this time DPL goes into her parking structure and looses service, and Nanc is like, "You hung up the phone! Why did you do that?" And it's like: you're holding the phone there Nanc. Anyway I was worried they were dead for one minute, but eventually i get a hold of Scotty (good talk buddy) and find out what's what. Danielle calls mom on my dad's phone, and i'm free to go but not before hearing, "I brought home 20lbs of food, and your sister only ate 1/2 a pound. I mean she could have tried a little harder." Really? I mean try shoving two quarter pounders with cheese down you gullet and then tell me i could have tried a little harder then 1/2 a pound. I don't think so (These numbers are in no way accurate). Also forgive me for not piling down leftovers 1 hour after they were served. I mean i think they'll last until tomorrow, i'm pretty sure. This is the spread:

 

 plus two more trays that have been devoured over the past 12 hours.  Last night i got home and surprise surprise nanc is napping in her chair. So i wake her up and we have this conversation:

Me: Time for bed!
Nanc: Did you see the crackers?
Me: What crackers?
Nanc: I left them on the counter for you, they spell out Lauren in peanut butter and jelly.

So i go to the kitchen and nothing.

Me: Are they in the kitchen?
Nanc: Yeah, on the counter, unless i put them in a bag, they should be refrigerated.

So i go to czech the fridge, and no dice.

Me: I can't find them.
Nanc: I'm going to bed.

So I guess that was my Easter egg hunt. No mention of this since then, apparently she doesn't even remember talking to me last night, whatever. This morning i had all these plans to make beer and exercise, but instead i was like, "I'll just eat some cake." Good life choice.

This is what happens when you move:

I come over and make Fillet Mignon. Basically everyone should be moving all the time. You know what else should happen all the time? I should come back from vacation, because i have been so unbelieveably productive you wouldn't even believe it, you wouldn't even believe it. But enough about me, let's talk about Em. And by Em i mean LMast, who fucking tore me a new one today for my Boston Marathon post being so shitty. And she was like, "And you didn't even include that picture of my diploma i took to prove to the world that i'm a real DocTA! So here with vale lace and all:



You better bring me some pastries next time bitch. (Sorry i called you that like three times today, I got excited).

So Em, sorry L stole the attention for a little while, what's new? Here's a pic of the new pad:


Super sweet!!! And her fiance Fuck'n A poured us some wine:


What a guy! Sorry the only pic of you was blurry. Next time... (Man i keep trying to write this and my mom keeps shouting random things to me from the kitchen like, "I got cold cuts" and "What's this beer shit on the back porch." I mean I'm trying to write a blog here woman.).


Anyway i seasoned the meat with olive oil, salta y peppery, then sauteed it on high heat for about one minuet each side. Then put it in a 400 degree oven for ten min (well that's what the directions said, but really Em had this super awesome meat thermometer that we used instead).
Em mashed the red potatoes that i didn't cook long enough, but were seasoned well. You win some you loose some.

And we made a zucchini saute with olive oil, garlic, salata, peppery, red pepper flakes, and some onion powder. No pics of that though because all of them include my granny panties hanging out (really i think you've seen enough of that in person). My mom made this cheese spread with parm, ricotta, and cream cheese (the people's cheese) so we put some of that on top and melted it. Delicioso. If i thought more in advance we would have made a red wine sauce, which Em says she was thinking of doing too (though offered no proof), and we just didn't. Next time, next time. Anyway TaDa!


So delicious. I mean really decadent. Stupendous. Absoulutely marvelous.
This was supposed to be a kABlog, but we got really into watching the food network, and it just didn't happen. Sorry to deprive you of Em, but if you have any complaints you can send them to Iron Chef of America. They'll probably listen to you, I'm sure of it.

Marathon Monday!!!

I mean it's Marathon Monday, what can i say? I woke up at 8, and the studio was empty, and i'm like what the fuck? But i hear some noise in the corner, and i'm like, "LMast are you in the closet? and she's like, "Yeah, i'm putting in my contacts!"

So anyway that's about as much of that post that was actually written yesterday. Anyway L's studio is on Beacon st, so we were able to watch a good part from her fire escape, which was pretty cool. At one point i climbed out there by myself to "scope the scene," and L sticks her head out the window and is like, "You're, like, on the news." Five minuets of fame accomplished! Glad i got that shit out of the way. So the most exciting person was Kim Smith, and i was like, "I don't care about anything, as long as we get to see Smith run by." And you know what happens? She fucking twists her ankle and drops out, bitch (Jk, guys, jk that really sucked, but also disappointing).

Eventually the charity runners started arriving, so we went down to the street. LMast works for Boston Children's Hospital, so let me just say they were getting unconditional amounts of love at mile 24. I don't think words will describe the next few hours as well as these pictures:





New friends, good times. That being said i think i've come to the realization that i'm too old for this shit. I mean as much fun as being drunk for 3 days sounds, it is the opposite of that when you're waking up at 6am to drive 4 hours home. Ugh. Besides, i think i've drank on enough streets in my life that it's acceptable to hang up my 'street drinking shoes.' I seriously got home and passed out for like 4 hours, then had to do homework. Then i was like, "Dad can you wake me up at 9am? This sucks, it's my week off and i have to spend the whole thing doing homework." and he was like, "What are you talking about, you just started five minuets ago." and you know what? Enough comments from the peanut gallery. Hopefully i can just power through this shit so i can live my life. Off until Saturday, Huzzah!

Bar Brawls and Breakfast

So i'm not lost somewhere burried in pinecones, in case you were curious. I am instead in LMast's studio proving that Libya is actually in Africa.

Me: I can't believe we're at war with Africa.

LMast: We're at war with Africa?

Me: Yeah, Libya.

LMast: Libya's not in Africa.

Me: I thought it was right next to Egypt.

LMast: No, it's in the middle east.

And i don't know why i doubted myself, but despite my exact correct cordinence, i was like, 'you must be right.' WRONG LMast, wrong.

I know me and LMast are best friends because i walk into her apartment, and this is posted on the wall:

ahh, memories. Anyway I came up here for the marathon, but also because i've only met her fiance like twice, so i figure i better czech him out. So we go to this bar, The Pour House, where we hang out with Nick, his Best Man Pat and this random chick that Pat's hitting on Ally.


So ally goes to the bathroom and Nick sits in her seat to save it, then this kid comes up behind him all, "You took my seat, i've been sitting there all night." And Nicks like, "Ah, No, you haven't." And BAM! Bar fight. So we pretty much get kicked out, and LMast is SOOOO pissed she's like cursing out the bouncer, and i'm like trying to literally pull her out of the bar, and that girl totally ran away, sorry Pat.

So we ended up at another bar, then i eventually ended up like this:

So the next day her friend A comes over and we make breakfast. And by we i mean i made it while L showered.





It's scrambled eggs and potatoes, i'm not gonna give you a step by step. I did have to move around the toast 10 million fucking times before it could reach an outlet. Ridiculous.

Then we went around Boston for the day, which was nice. We got back and L immediately put on her BrideToBe Tiara:


And wore it for the rest of the night. I think she's actually sleeping in it now. Then out of no where she was like, "I want some cheese. You know what? I'm the perfect fucking girlfriend. I like sports and beer, i'm hot, and i get all dolled up. Why wouldn't someone want to date me? I'd date me." Which is my favorite part of today.

It's More Than a Feeling...

That's right ladies and gentlemen, Boston. Because it's MARATHON WEEKEND!! I've never been before and apparently it's gonna be awesome, but whenever i mentioned it to someone they were all, "Are you gonna run it??" Please, have you met me? I hate running, nor am i in the shape to be running a marathon, i mean who are we kidding here. No i'm here to relax, and apparently cook and get people discounts, because every time i'm like, "Hey, i'm staying with you for a couple days," the response is, "Good, you can cook... let's go to TJ's!"

Anyway i arrived at about 5 (i accidentally took the GW instead of the Tapanzee, so my time was out the window 41/2 hours? What the hell is that) and my aunt's like, "We'll go get stuff for dinner, but let's pick up Chlo from crew first," Which, big mistake. There were more cars on the road then, like, air or something. Also why is it as soon as you cross the border into Mass everyone's driving immediately turns to shit? I swear i passed the 'Welcome' sign and then almost got side swiped on both sides. Also some lady literally was stopping short every two seconds, changed lanes with no one in front of her, then stopped dead in the road and changed to the next lane. I just don't understand. Anyway we did some off roading and shoulder driving ourselves through Cambridge, but if you saw the traffic you wouldn't hold it against us. Then we get to the store and there's like a tower of canned corn in the vestibule and it's like, "What's going on with the world?" I just don't' know anymore. But we made it home with no gas, and before the company, and after like 7 hours in a car i was like, LET'S COOK THIS SHIT!


So we started on the Paradella with Meat Ragu from the William's Sonoma Cookbook but not really, cause my aunt was like, "Hey, i already have this awesome tomato sauce i made," and we used sausage instead of ground pork, which good move. So my cousin Mikey was like, I'll cut the onions with this serrated knife!" And i was like, "Really? Isn't that going to spray onion juice everywhere?" and he just shrugged his shoulders and was like, "Huh, doesn't bother me." And it didn't, and i am SO jealous because i like touch an onion and start to cry. Better gene's on the other side i guess.


So then my aunt ended up making the sauce, and i made the pasta which we bought at a liquor store.

Chlo did dishes and played on the computer, probs looking at stuff about the royal wedding:


Mikey and i made some sauce adjustments:

Then tasted it, you know, just to czech.



The Spreenster, Stobbes, and her beautiful sister-in-law (because at one point my aunt went up to her and was like, "Have some more wine, you're beautiful!") then arrived.


Stobbes and Spreeny are my sister's best friends from college which i've now inherited, hand-me-down friends! (Jk guys, you are so much better then the cat sweaters and knotted t-shirts of yester-year.) So yeah, they came, we played uno:


i dropped pasta:


we ate:

then played trivial persuit and sang abba songs (well the Pappi sang Abba, while the company watched uncomfortably). A typical night at my aunts.


Anyway the results of Trivial Pursuit are, well, trivial. It was me, the Spreenster, Stobbes, and Mikey:


vs. the rest, and the Beautiful Anonymous turned out to be a fucking genus. That and whenever they were guessing at an answer Stobbes would be like, "Hey that's a good guess!" and we'd be all, "Stobbes!" And she'd be like, "Sorry," but then immediately forget and do it again.


This morning i woke up and my Aunt was like, "My car's out of gas." So i was like, "Well can we make it to the gas station?" And she was like, "No, i had to take your car this morning." and i was like, "You did?" and she was like, "Welcome to the world Lauren Pappas." and i was like, "I'll go get you some gas." And then me and Mikey went and i bought him like the entire store of junk food. So have fun with that later Aunt Mary! ha, good story.

Anyway i just went to upload the pics from my aunts camera, and there were like 17 pics of this:


Creepy! If i become a missing person be sure to czech in piles of pine cones...

What is this Schmootze?

This morning i'm like wide awake at 6am, and i'm just like: no. So i lay around for awhile, read, and suddenly i hear my dad get up downstairs, and i have two goals. 1: Take the first shower (it's the longest, hot water wise) 2: Do laundry before work.

So i race downstairs and hop in the shower, and BAM! 3min of hot water. And it's like WTF? because normally we have at least 5, and i was praying for 7 with the first shower pick. So now i'm freezing and slightly disappointed, and as i exit the bathroom i see my dad with his head in the oven. If this isn't a disaster waiting to happen, i don't know what is. So i'm like, "Hey, did you turn off the electricity?" and he's like, "Good idea." I'm upstairs finishing the morning process for like 10min, and i come down to use the washer, and it's stopped mid cycle. Not only do i now have to wait for dad to do god knows what with the oven, but i also have to wait for laundry that should have finished last night, but for some reason stopped. it's like, 'whatever i'll go on the internet,' and there's no electricity in the entire house. "I didn't know which one was the kitchen," Dad says. And you know what? I'd rather he turn off everything just to be safe, so whatever, i'll help fix the oven, and we can be on our way.

We get the part out, and i need to look up a place to get a replacement, so we have to turn on the electricity. I figure at least we can get the laundry going, but we can't because for some reason there's still no electricity in the laundry room. And Popou comes in and is like, "What are you doing to my laundry, i put it in at like 8:30 this morning... exactly the time i started to shower. Hmmmm, thanks Popou. Then, then he's like, "Oh, i blew a fuse with the coffee machine this morning, can you fix it? And suddenly it's all clear. The fuse to the laundry room is part of Pop's house, and coincidentally he both sabotaged my shower, stole the washing machine, then proceeded to blow the fuse in his house at the exact time we turned off our electricity delaying his wash and therefore mine. "When are we going to breakfast?" he says. "I don't know ask dad." I fix the fuse, start his wash, and go to search for the part on the computer, where Popou is waiting.

Popou: He says we'll leave as soon as you find the piece.
Me: Ok, we'll probably about 10min then.
Popou: So why are you going on the computer, go look.
Me: I have to look on the computer.
Popou: Whatever kid.

Which he says in complete anger. Like i've somehow offended him by needing to be on the computer to help Dad so we can all go to breakfast. But it's like, whatever. So it takes me like 15min to find the right part, the right store, and directions. In which time my mom as risen and wants to know why there's no hot water. So now we're ready to go, and she's like, "Oh, i'll come too." which means it's gonna be another half an hour.

I go outside to tell Popou, and he's legit not talking to me. So i sit down to drink my coffee, because it's actually nice out, and start to day dream, then out of no where:

Popou: So when are you getting married kid?
Me: You got me.
Popou: You got a boyfriend.
Me: No.
Popou: Maybe you should think about it.

Ouch. Like my mom doesn't ask me if i'm dating someone every day of my life, now i've got Popou and his delusions. Finally everyone's ready and we pack into the car and start out towards the restaurant until we reach an impasse.

Mom: The store's to the right.
Dad: But the restaurant's straight ahead.
Mom: I thought we were going to take care of this first Phil.
Dad: We're going out for breakfast hun.
Me (Glancing towards Popou): Yeah, let's go to breakfast first.
Mom: We're going to the store first, take a right.
Popou: Maybe we can have lunch.

So then we search for the store which, turns out, is 20min from where we thought:

Mom: Ugh, why did you take this route?
Dad: WE WERE GOING TO THE RESTAURANT FIRST!
Mom: Oh, right. I'm going to ask them about the door.
Dad: What door?
Mom: The door to the oven.
Dad: Hun, they don't do that kind of stuff there, it's just a parts store.
Me: Let me just run in and get the part so we can get on with this.
Mom: If we're going there i'm going to ask them.
Popou: Maybe we can have dinner.

Finally we're there and Dad, Mom, and i go in:

Dad: I guess the whole family's coming for parts.
Me: Hi, i called about the baking element to our oven.
Guy: Name?
Me: Lauren
Guy: No, name of the oven.
Me: Oh, Ge model &*#@&%
Guy: Ok, it's right here.
Mom: Do you guys do repairs?
Guy: Yeah there's another company here that does.
Mom: Can you take apart the door to the oven to get all that shmootze out?
Dad: Shmootze? Nancy where are you, Borrow Park?
Mom: Sorry, what do you want me to say, Junk? Shit? Gook? What word would you use Phil?
Guy: We don't actually do that, it's not really repair.
Mom: Well can i take it apart?
Guy: You could take it apart, but could you put it back together?
Dad: How much do i owe you.
Mom: At the church they have this...
Dad: Kid, take your mother outside, will ya?
Mom: I'll just go keep this part safe in the car.
Guy: We don't take American Express.
Dad: What is this Shmootze?

Onward to Davey's:


Which is one of my favorite places, but apparently not Popou's because he legit hated it. Dad love's it because of the tailored ham.


And i love it because fucking look at the place! Also good coffee.

So we get home, Popou's laundry is now in the dryer, mine is washing hopefully it's done in time for work, otherwise i'll have a mean whole right on my tush. Also my back is killing me, so i'm like mom, "Mom my back hurts," and her eyes light up, and she's like, "Let's do stretches!" Which involves me curling my knees into a ball as she sits on them, among other things. But my back does feel better, and at least dad had a good laugh. So then i'm like, "How do i strengthen my lower back?" and she's like, "You can't, you have to strengthen you abs." and i'm like, "So do sit-ups?" and she's like, "I have just the thing!" And comes back with a copied VHS tape of 8min abs that D, Em S, and I used to in high school, and i'm like, "Really? You're prescribing me 8 min abs?" And she looks down at my stomach and is like, "Well, it couldn't hurt."

So, Thanks. Thanks for the lovely day family! If the cold showers got me thinking about looking for apartments today definitely nailed it in.

And... the dryer fuse just blew. Perf.

Smokin'

So my dad and i have been spending some quality time together lately. Last night we watched Doc Hollywood, which was hilarious. You should probably just drop what you're doing right now and watch it (after you finish this blog, or course). Anyway today we're smoking pork,


hmmm hmmm hmmmm! And with Hickory!


Because that's what we had in the house. It's gonna be awesome in, like, four hours. He started the smoker when i was on my way home from work, and it still hasn't reached 'Ideal' yet.


Today at work i was taking a five out back and Shells came out, and i was all, "Hey buddy!" And she was like, "I gotta check on my pot." And i gave the exact same look my mom gave me the other day, but they were flower pots! HA! got me again. Good story, high five! But then i found five dollars, and therefore this story is worth telling. Also my mom just walked past me like this:


Just your typical day at the Pappas's. So by now the pork's probably done...


The miracle of the internet. Anyway serve with 3 baby potatoes and your fav hot sauce.

A Perfect Fucking Snakey Cake.

So the blackberry cake really got me in the mood to roll shit. Coincidenctally there was this episode of Jamie Oliver's show: Jamie does... Marrakesh. Where's Marrakesh? How the fuck should i know (Morrocco)? The important thing here is the Snakey Cake, duh, which of course, OF COURSE, is the one recipe they don't include on the website. Luckily for us my sister knows how to do some research online, because after spending a half hour on the phone with my dad on our way to the Patterson Middle Eastern Markets he may have figured out how to open up internet explorer (I'm slightly exaggerating, really he taught himself how to use google). Anywho my sister was a peach, and found it on this other ladies website in one second.


Chop some nuts! Basically this cake is just nuts (almonds and pistachios), rose water, eggs, butter and 1 tbsp flour. Really easy and delish (well raw anyway). Also some zest of a lemon and one orange, but we didn't have any of the latter, so i used two manderines. Will that change the taste? Probably, whatever.





Also apparently my dad made hard boiled eggs yesterday and put them back with the real eggs, which i like spazzed out because i wasn't expecting and thought there was some developed fetus or something in there. Thanks buddy.

Really the awesome part is you line out like 2 meters (or in my case 74in which is just over 6 feet) of filo dough, and spread it evenly (which, yeah right. I mean this is me we're talking about) throughout. Anyway check this shit out:



Sooooooo cool! But then you have to roll it, which is not easy. Actually it's impossible. Actually i'm an idiot and put the filling in the middle when it should have been to one side, and egg washed the sheets together because i don't know why.

Anyway already not the prettiest thing in the world, but also not rolled near tight enough so it doesn't fit in the cake pan. So now we're in emergency mode, and my dad basically uses the pizza spatula to through this into a huge cassorole dish, that just breaks it apart even more. Then i coated it with an egg wash instead of the melted butter you should use because i don't know how to read directions.


So, okay, not the prettiest thing in the world, but it'll taste fine. I mean, it'll look like a 5 year old made it, but i made it. I mean let's call a spade a spade. Also all the directions are in celcius so on top of everything now i have to do math, gross.

I think the lemon/"orange" zest added a little extra gross, just for good measure. But now, after all this hard work you know what? The fucking oven's broken. And you know what else? When you leaved something that's supposed to hold shape in a half heated oven for 45min this happens:


Totally looks exactly like a snake, right? Picture perfect! aNyway i was like, "Let's toss this shit and try again tomorrow," But my mom's all, "That's a waste, it should still taste fine!" But by that time it was like 9pm and Pops was sleeping so we put it in the fridge and today my dad went over there and baked the shit out of it (i don't think he read my calculations properly. I mean oBvisouly they were totally organized on a clean piece of paper). So now it looks like this:

And i haven't tasted yet... nor will i. But you know what? Neither has anyone else, so you can't drop the 'wasteful' card just yet there family. I am going to do this again, and it will (maybe) turn outto be fucking awesome. It'll be the Snakey Cake we all wished and dreamed about. It'll be just like that other lady's:


Which reminds me i still have to (re)make french macaroons.