What the fashionable North South Austin spinster aunt is breakfasting on.
Laziness and inertia have overtaken me like a gel-headed wanker in a black Corvette. Iâ€™ve used my last remaining iota of cogitational vigor to cop this exceedingly plump idea off my BitchPhD co-guest-blogger Elise: the cross-post.
So soon Iâ€™ll be republishing my BitchPhD posts here, for, you know, posterity, and also to prevent the inevitable moment 4 months from now when I start to think maybe I’m going goofy because I can’t find some essay I’m pretty sure I wrote on aborted fetal motherhood a while back. Why bother you with this minutia? So those of you who read Bitch PhD won’t think I’m going goofy when the same boring old posts start showing up on both blogs.
Meanwhile, I have three words for you. Water Buffalo Yogurt. With the consistency of fluffy cream cheese, or marshmallow, it has all of the delicious fat and none of the rubbery sliminess of the cowâ€™s milk version. A triumph of the yogurteur’s art.
Thanks, Central Market!