chtshan!

I am making soup for diner.  Some combination of French Onion and 7 Mushroom Tarragon.  Thinking about homemade croutons with white truffle oil.  Thin slice of Gruyere floating on top.  Mmmmm. 

What?  Why did I swear in the title of this post?  Well...burning one's cleavage tends to elicit a few choice words--it is a tender spot.  I flicked some onion off the spoon and it went down my blouse and STUCK to me!!  It was close to caramelized and blazing hot with butter.  What I can't figure out is how it got so far in there it burned both of my girls!  They are pushed up and together without much room in there.  Must have been the butter.  Slid right in before it seared my flesh.

What?  You didn't catch the cuss word?  Well...it is sort of an inside joke between me and, um, seems like myself.  

(Reference December 30th post plus comments.)

Memorandum

In Reference to Posting From December 30, Entitled: Play With Me

Readers, I must look like I am playing with myself.  Perhaps you noticed the bit of help from my cousin?  I implore your assistance to keep us from looking like inbred, soror patruelisphiles.  

Please contribute.

-the mgmt.