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Well, at least you can all officially say that you now know someone who was a victim of the economic down-turn. Anybody have any good job leads?

The Barefoot Contessa’s Ultimate Ginger Cookies

I was flicking through my news feeds yesterday when this recipe started shouting at me. (No, really.) I’ve had some crystallized ginger in the pantry for ages, so I thought it might be a good way to use it up. Plus Rodd likes ginger a lot. I’m categorize myself as ginger-ambivalent, in that I like it as long as it’s not too strong (when I tend to find it sort of medicinal). So I wasn’t expecting to like these cookies. I WAS TOTALLY WRONG. I could tell as soon as I pulled them out of the oven that these were made of WIN. I handed one, still warm, over to the Snook. “These taste like Christmas!” he said. They sure do. Crispy on the outside, chewy on the inside, with all the spiciness and aroma of the best gingerbread you’ve ever had. Highly, highly recommended. (Recipe here. I substituted treacle for the molasses since I already had some in the cupboard.)

Why the heck am I getting a Depo-Provera shot every three months when I could just play the didgeridoo? (Look, I’m all for respecting traditional culture. But I walked through Circular Quay Sunday morning and a crowd of tourists was gathered around a 12-year-old white girl playing a didge, and I didn’t see any tribal leaders standing there cursing her to a life of barrenness. Leave Nicole alone.)

Best. Movie Tie-in. Ever. Now I just have to trick the Snook into wearing it! (Link courtesy of Jenny, who is a crazy Twi-hard no matter how much she tries to deny it.)

If Twilight was 10 times shorter and 100 times more honest. Ha! I had some fun at the knitting event yesterday playing Horrify the Twilight Noob with Reecie. I think it was my explanation of the terrifically impenetrable amniotic sac surrounding vampire-human hybrid fetuses that nearly made her head explode.

Jim’s Best Pranks from The Office. I friggin’ LOVE that show.