So, nonpareils are what the English call Hundreds-and-Thousands, Pennsylvanians call Jimmies and the rest of the world calls sprinkles.
They’re teeny sugary morsels with little nutritional value.
If my blog was a donut, entries like this would be the sprinkles.
– In addition to the list of things I outlined in my first blog entry, I’m also going to stop hitting ‘Mark All As Read’ on my Google Reader (except in the case of TFLN and FML because essentially, if you’ve read one, you’ve read them all) and I’m going to start documenting my adventures in the kitchen. Am I a good cook? No. Dear God, no. But I want to get better and I think doing this would be a step in the right direction.
– I realize that certain things in the corporate world are set in stone — dress code, firewalls that block pornography, social networking and internet radio — but can we please toss the time-honored tradition of having to drink insufferably bad coffee? ‘Cause that would be awesome.
– Pan-crisped ravioli with tomato alfredo sauce, cozy sweats and making mix CDs = my night. Lo-fi but kinda perfect.
– Let’s run away to southern Italy or Seville. We can drink cava or prosecco, eat bread and cheese and spend days sitting in the sunshine, listening to acoustic guitar music.