The Posthumous Papers of the Picnic Club

Fat kitty in a little box.
Fat kitty in a little box.

Fat kitty in a little box.

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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the guest room, and our Pappy is all up in it. #happydays #Dad
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the guest room, and our Pappy is all up in it. #happydays #Dad

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the guest room, and our Pappy is all up in it. #happydays #Dad

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Little lego guy, keeping me company, courtesy of Isaac & Evan.
Little lego guy, keeping me company, courtesy of Isaac & Evan.

Little lego guy, keeping me company, courtesy of Isaac & Evan.

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A rumpus of phantoms!
A rumpus of phantoms!

A rumpus of phantoms!

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I love the ferry so much. I wish I could ride it every day. Even though this ferry smells like New York’s collective morning breath.
I love the ferry so much. I wish I could ride it every day. Even though this ferry smells like New York’s collective morning breath.

I love the ferry so much. I wish I could ride it every day. Even though this ferry smells like New York’s collective morning breath.

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#readingnook
#readingnook

#readingnook

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spacetravelco:

Happy International Women’s Day!

Please take a look at this trailer for Sepideh, a documentary which follows the life of a young girl in Iran who dreams of becoming an astronaut.

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What I Made in My Rice Cooker The Other Day

Let’s just say there’s a really stupid car chase scene that goes on forever in the middle of Jack Reacher and I felt like doing something else so I’m writing about a cake I made in my rice cooker. “Why the eff would you make a cake in your effing rice cooker?” You’re probably wondering that. Well my history with rice is a really dysfunctional one. First off, I don’t really like rice. I like the twiggy kind, that looks like forest detritus. Second, I have never made a decent bowl of rice in my life. I’m cursed. Every time I make rice, it comes out shitty. Burned on the bottom, raw, soupy, sticky, stupid. So Matt got a really snazzy rice cooker to help cure my rice woes. For some reason, my curse carried over and I’m still incapable of making the rice work out. BUT I’ve recently discovered that you can use your snazzy rice cooker for all sorts of other things. Namely, cake. Cake is my jam. First, I made a super rockin’ enormous pancake and fed it to my kids. Then, I made another one. And THEN I got serious and made a coconut flour lemon olive oil cake and shit got real. So, this is the first installment of the ongoing research that will ultimately become a handbook for those afflicted with Rice Curse.

Lemon Olive Oil Coconut Cake

First: Get a rice cooker. Preferably the one that plays twinkle twinkle little star and has an elephant or something and a big pink button and a setting for PORRIDGE. That’s the one I have and I can’t vouch for your rice cooker if it’s not that one. 

*This recipe is gluten/nut/dairy free & paleo

Ingredients:

3 tbs Coconut Flour

1 tbs Tapioca Powder

1 tbs lemon olive oil

2 tbs Honey

1 cup Almond Milk

3 eggs

couple dashes of lemon salt

Directions: 

Everybody into the pool. Stir it up with a wooden fork, or whatever you have that won’t scrape your nonstick rice bowl. Make sure everything is incorporated into one fully inclusive goo. Set the timer for PORRIDGE, hit start, and go watch an episode of Rizzoli & Isles. 

When your rice cooker plays a jaunty song at the end, your cake is dunzo. Flip the bowl over a plate, decorate the top with some fruit/coconut cream frosting/whipped cream/icing/cheese/ice cream/more cake and get ready to freak people out.

And here’s a bonus review of Jack Reacher: Don’t ever watch it. Just don’t. If I could have stopped Tom Cruise halfway through the movie and just wound my leg up like a tire swing, and then kicked him square in his manhood, I would have done it. And Tom Cruise, you silly scientologist, you’re an o.g. babe, you don’t have to prove anything to me. Also, I was really chagrined to see that you now have old man abs like Arnold Schwarzenegger. I guess everybody really does poop. Eventually.

 

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gemmacorrell:

(via Four Eyes Comic Strip, July 09, 2014 on GoComics.com)
gemmacorrell:

(via Four Eyes Comic Strip, July 09, 2014 on GoComics.com)
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