Horking Away My CSA

(When I met BLC, I asked him if the real life version of me was what he expected, and he said it was better, because he had been nervous about how I'd handle his immature jokes in person and he thought he'd have to filter himself.  I think this post will prevent that from happening with anyone else in the future.  Also, Amy, I fully understand if you shun me forever.  But enjoy your dinner.)

Jane:  From FML - "Today, I had a fight with my little sister. Later she apologized and made me dinner to make up for it. I thought it was pretty good until I found out that instead of using Parmesan cheese in the recipe, she used foot shavings from her Ped Egg. FML"

BLC:  and the problem with this is???

Jane:  I didn't say there was a problem.  I was making a recipe suggestion for you.  Surprise Amy with dinner tonight!

BLC:  you know I own one, right?  and she hates when i break it out...I'll do it next time she breaks out the parmigiano/reggiano...

Jane:  I know you have one!  Because when we were at the Spice House, we were looking at the shaver/mill things, you kept demonstrating them against your feet.

BLC:  you have a good memory...and i need to start taking my Aricept...

Jane:  I took a photo of you with one of the grater things, which I kept on my Blackberry just in case I needed to post it.  I deleted it last week.  Otherwise, it would, along with this conversation, be blogged already, and everyone on the internet would know about your spaghetti and athlete's foot marinara.

BLC:  awwwww schmoopy!!!!

Jane:  No, you're schmoopy.