the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:55 p.m. + 2004-02-07 = "i understand that we have to make them, but do we have to use the name 'bumblebabies'?"
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but bumblebabies... ew. anything producing only 48 bars with 12 cups of sesame seeds is not meant to be eaten. i made them last sunday... we've sold two or four or some other ridiculously low number... which is logical since it has insipid name and is really just birdfeed mixed with a little peanut butter and honey and slightly toasted. the Seward never uses our recipes either (i mean SHAME ON US for using butter in our cookies/scones/what-have-yous.)
but anyway, i wasn't going to write about that... instead i was just going to mention that our laundry service messed up and gave us the wrong aprons--the ones that are extremely long that tie and top off at the waist, the ones you see the fresh pepper- and fresh parmesian-grating staff at old-school italian restaurants (the ones with red&white checker-print tablecloths) wearing. this mess up entertained us from about 8.15-8.25. but then the capes had to go, thus went the co-op deli superhero strike force, as i kept getting my cape caught in the oven.
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