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Over the weekend I got Ex's recipe for chicken tagine, or as we used to call it, yellow chicken. I made it for my son and myself last night. It's involved enough that I set a new record for kitchen mess. It didn't turn out perfectly, but it wasn't bad, and the Wendling loved it. Mental note: don't use the thermonuclear two-ring burner for browning chicken on any setting above medium-low.
And in zappy news, the average number of hairs per day that I yank out on my face south of my eyebrows seems to be decreasing from about two to about one. This is most gratifying, especially when you recall that I stopped using Ms. Zappy's services for less than happy reasons. She may not have killed them all completely, but she apparently came close enough that I can finish the job with a Tweezerman.
It occurs to me that I may have things easier than some of my cis girlfriends my age. Sorry? I mean, I'm totally not sorry that I don't have more hair on my face, but if you're working harder than I am to remove yours, that's what I'm sorry for.
And in zappy news, the average number of hairs per day that I yank out on my face south of my eyebrows seems to be decreasing from about two to about one. This is most gratifying, especially when you recall that I stopped using Ms. Zappy's services for less than happy reasons. She may not have killed them all completely, but she apparently came close enough that I can finish the job with a Tweezerman.
It occurs to me that I may have things easier than some of my cis girlfriends my age. Sorry? I mean, I'm totally not sorry that I don't have more hair on my face, but if you're working harder than I am to remove yours, that's what I'm sorry for.
