My family in Mississippi made this trashy concoction every 4th of July, and I thought I’d share. Sorry, there’s no vegan version.
CRUST
1 cup flour
1 stick butter
1 cup pecans, finely chopped
1st LAYER
8 oz Philadelphia cream cheese
1 cup powdered sugar
1 1/2 cups Cool Whip
2nd LAYER
1 package instant chocolate pudding
1 package instant vanilla pudding
4 cups cold milk
DIRECTIONS
Thoroughly blend together crust ingredients and press evenly in bottom of 2 qt. baking dish. Bake at 350 until golden brown. Let cool completely. Blend 1st layer ingredients and spread on cooled crust. Mix pudding mixes and milk with wire whisk about 2 minutes and pour on top of 1st layer. Refrigerate for 30 minutes. Spread remaining Cool Whip on top.
I finally put it together that Frank Sobotka from The Wire and that drunk detective in True Blood are played by the same actor (Chris Bauer). I love him—his performance in The Wire is “mind-blowing”. I guess it took me a while to recognize him in True Blood because of all the shape-shifting border collies, Jason Steakhouse’s abs, the fake/cringeworthy southern accents, Marianne’s naked pool party, Sookie’s gushing wounds, etc.)
I had a dream I had to completely fill up a movie theatre with water using only buckets. A man who looked like Hitler injected me with a needle and said “This is Typhoid fever—now get to work.”
“But won’t this kill me? How will I continue to work?”
A large audience showed up and we all watched a “free screening” of the original Batman together.
Ashley,
The following sign is posted in our coffee room and I always laugh and
think of you when I read it because it is so grossly incorrect:
IF YOU MOVE A POT OF COFFEE TO MAKE ANOTHER ONE PLEASE BE SURE THE BURNER YOU MOVE IT TO IS TURNED ON.
Love,
Mom
(I don’t think it’s half bad for a coffee pot sign…)
And the next time I’m in a subway station,
I’ll stand a little further on the yellow line
Or maybe the next time I’m at your apartment
I’ll try a little harder
— Ellen Kennedy, from “Jean Rhys” in sometimes my heart pushes my ribs
Sat in on conference call with Indian client, smiled uncomfortably at joke made to said Indian about Indians, boss gnawed slowly on ZonePerfect Nutrition Bar.
Stout suggests that to comply with the crackdown, tobacco companies should embrace the restrictions and make cigarettes look truly dangerous. This, of course, will still appeal to a core group of smokers.
It’s like watching your friend’s once sort of cute kid brother grow up to be a rapist.
— Beau, on the evolution of Pitchfork
My Parents Joined Facebook, My Parents Are Dead would make for great teen fiction.
My brother found a bottle of Tranny Honey.