March 05, 2005
To my dear sinister.
(sing slow, low, dirge-style)
Death, destruction and despair,
People dying everywhere,
Now that you're the age you are,
Your demise cannot be far,
Whatever your plans are for today, I hope they involve feeding your burgeoning donut addiction.
Love, your dealer.
Posted by dianna at March 5, 2005 03:07 PM
my delightful housemate and i drove by your house and stuck our tongues out on the way to dinner last night, BTW. in a nice way.
i see how it is with the donuts, though. the first ten are free, to get me hooked, and then i pay. actually, i think i might pay before i'm done with all ten. blargh!
sooooo good. thankyoou again for the donuts and, er, dirge, dood.
Free is sort of a relative term here. No dollars will leave your wallet or bank account for these donuts, but your arteries and taste buds will never be the same. Isn't that a lovely present?
I was holding out faint hopes that you and your DH would opt for a late dinner and would therefore still be in town when we got home from our shockingly social evening. Unless you were in Berkeley until 12:30 I very much doubt that was the case, but the upside of all of this is that I've discovered another reason for you and I to visit.
Death By Chocolate brownies. They're deep dark dense fudgey brownies with gooey dark dark chocolate sauce on top. Holy shit. They're the best thing to come out of that cookbook yet, and that's saying a lot. When you recover from the donuts I'm going to make you some of these.
I'll vouch for the chocotastic nature of the Death by Chocolate brownies. I did, in fact, die after eating one, and am now a Chocolate Zombie.
Zombie poets say, "Quatraaaiiiins"!
Jacob and I finished the rest of the brownies last night. That's approximately 8 square inches of uber-brownie apiece in 24 hours. Oooogh.