This qualifies a "Zomg", no matter how hard you wish I wouldn't say that. I bet you also don't like it when I say "mang" or "wtf" or any other type of internet lingo that I've picked up. Well, I have an assignment for you, then. Please find out what "w00t" means. But don't comment on my blog about it. I don't enjoy being all muddied up with comments. Who needs them! What, what you say! Sarcasm? No! Never! Shush! Truth be told, I love comments, but its not essential to the well-being of my sou--this blog. But from now on and forever more, this quesadilla is essential to my well-being. This was so good. So good. I drooled a bit just writing that. Brie in anything is good, really. I had been put off by this particular purchase of mine though. I'd open my fridge to get eggs or something harmless out, get them out, close the door, and then smell it. You know, that smell oh-so unique to brie. Well, that and feet. So I was intimidated, especially ever since I cooked a seemingly innocent piece of fish awhile back only to be completely assaulted by its smell for two full weeks after. (Need to relive the moment with me? Click here, please.) So, I've been wary mixing my apartment with strong smells. Well, I think its safe to say that I can now cook brie without hesitation (smell-wise)! Maybe 300lb Lucia will regret that I said that...
...Nah.
Chow, Lucia
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