Reed 'em and Weep: July 2011

So, I promised a story about an orange, a close encounter with the feathery kind, and a mystery, did I not?

Well, I admit that I forgot the mystery. So sorry. But I have a recipe for you instead, so you know what? Deal with it. Let's get this recipe worked out before we get to the nitty gritty of this post, kay? Kay. Who likes peanut butter?? YOU DO! And if you don't... then just skip to the break.

So this recipe. It's delicious. Like, out of this world, I think my taste buds just started jiving delicious. What, you ask, is this amazing food? Microwavable cake. Yeah. So when you're sitting there at nine thinking "Aw, man! I totally want dessert, but it's soooo much work to get the oven on, and jeeze, what is a gal/guy to do?" you just do this. Do this, and be amazed.

So, here's what you're gonna do. Grab a bowl. In that bowl you're going to mix together the following:

2 T peanut butter
1 rounded T flour
1 egg
1 T brown sugar
1/2 tsp baking powder
A small to moderate handful of chocolate chips (Okay, these aren't necessary, but I love Reese's Cups as much as the next person. More, probably.)

I just used a fork, but you can be fancy and use a whisk if you want. Mmmm, looks kinda like the fake vomit they use in movies. At this point you may be thinking "Oh dear. I don't think I can handle this." But never fear. Take a greased ramekin (I just sprayed with some Pam I had on hand), and pour in the mixture. Place it in a microwave, and cook for ~30-45 seconds. The top should still look moist, but not be slimy.

Then, oh, then you eat it. Mmmm. Personally, it was a little too much for me, because it's super rich, so I would eat half of this at a sitting, and share the rest with someone else. You know, pass the love around.

Try not to drool on them. That's too much love.

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Now, for the stories. These both took place in the last few weeks of PLNU life [Wah! It's been so long! (;°_°;)]

So I'm walking down to my room, heading towards a long hill I refer affectionately to as "Flex Hill." I notice a flash of orange to my right, and I ready myself for a ninja and/or pirate attack, but--what's this?? An orange?

"Well hello," I greeted Orange-chan. "Where did you come from?"

Orange-chan didn't answer. Instead she rolled alongside me for a moment before hitting a bump and speeding away. I admit my feelings were a bit hurt, but I figured that she would hit a curb soon enough.

Except that she didn't. No, Orange-chan was smart. She CURVED. And continued on down the hill. I watched her until she disappeared into the horizon.

It went down like this. For reals.

A couple of days after that, I had possibly one of the weirdest experiences of my life.

I was walking to yoga class, right? It was morning, I'd slept well, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, that crow was walking towards me--wait. I stopped walking, watched the large crow walking towards me. He kept walking. I stood there looking derpy.

This is where it gets freaky.

He came up to me and--I kid you not--NODDED at me, freaking bobbed his head up and down in my direction, then continued on walking past me, directly down the middle of the sidewalk. I looked derpy for about thirty more seconds, just watching him walk.