EIGHT, to be exact.
We are so totally deep diving brainstorming over here for the #FierceWoman podcast and part of what we’d like to investigate is origin stories.
How did you get started in your field? Who inspired you?
How did you get HERE?
For me, when I read about (OR MEET!) incredible people, I am inspired by their stories and pick and choose parts of their philosophies or methodologies or something that resonates with what I am doing and where I am going at the time.
Reading about the first women in STEM inspired me exactly that way – I want to LEARN ALL THE THINGS now.
But, more importantly, if you’re patient enough to wait for all the mouth watering graphics to load, Spoon University offers five ways to pimp your milkshake.
And since I only got one brave volunteer, we went with Chocolate. Maple. Bacon. We got two volunteers! TWO! But we’re still going with Chocolate Maple Bacon for one of the experiments.
In the meantime, let’s get some caturday action.
There are actually very few women doing podcasts which is one of the strongest reasons why I want to start my own. I have no idea how I’ll host it or what I’ll talk about, but when I see very few people doing something, the urge to go do it is too tempting to resist.
Here are a few AMAZING and INSPIRATIONAL women’s podcasts, the first of which I listen to actively while the rest are being added to my list AS SOON AS I FINISH THIS POST.
Stories from people on their coding journey. “We are the most supportive community of programmers and people learning to code.”
Thus ends the pre-written, pre-scheduled posts and now I have to admit that I’m actually really sick this week. Nothing really serious, just an intense viral infection, but still, it’s persisted for a week now.
Which so totally sucks, yo.
Thankfully the weekend posts are light and airy like a cumulus cloud.
Or a romcom. Continue reading “Meow For Something Different”
Alton Brown’s Private Cheeseburger Recipe
If I found out the world was about to end, I’d calmly walk into the kitchen and make this cheeseburger. Then I’d eat it, and if there was still time, I’d make another. Then I’d eat that one. And if the world still hadn’t ended, I’d probably make another and take a nap.
One standard cube of salted butter
Two normal tubes of phadelphia cream cheese
Four tubes of powdered sugar
One jar of cocoa powder
Use a mixer. Whip that butter until it changes shades. Whip it good. Mix in the cream cheese. Don’t panic when the whippedness of the butter completely disappears and the texture totally becomes this weird gloppy hot mess. DON’T PANIC
Add a tube of powdered sugar.
PUT THE MIXER ON THE LOWEST SETTING. Until most of the powdered sugar is slightly combined, then whip it. Whip it REAL GOOD. Repeat with tubes two through four.
Taste that shit.
Is it not the best butter cream cheese icing you’ve ever eaten in your entire life?!?
Then mix in the entire jar of cocoa powder. Again, PUT THE MIXER ON THE LOWEST SETTING UNTIL THE POWDER IS LIGHTLY COMBINED. Then switch to the higher settings to whip it. You must whip it.
Spread on everything or just eat it with a spoon. Store it in the fridge if you can resist eating the entire bowl.
I was carrying a load of clothes back from the laundromat when two little kittens walked boldly up to me demanding attention and love and fish. I remember scooping them up immediately and sneaking into our TLF – even though no pets were allowed.
My sister adopted Ms. Piggy immediately and I claimed Confucius as my own. At the vet’s office they received shots and new names – Ms Piggy was the boy and became Ralph. Confucius was a girl, and thus, became Cleo.
She lived in three states in the United States and one stad in the Netherlands. She started each day with demands for fresh water and ended each day with demands for cuddles.
She licked everyone. She purred easily. She moved like a cat half her age. She’d let Zoe bully her until she was done and then she’d kick her ass. Zoe always lost the fights when Cleo had enough.
Cleo always comforted me when I was upset and today was no different. When we got the test results, I burst into tears and she curled up in my lap and purred – one paw around my wrist. I wish she was here to comfort me now.
I love you, Old Lady Complains.
Sweet dreams, Cleo.
1. melt chocolate
2. dip cold fruit in chocolate
3. resist eating fruit until chocolate can harden
4. eat chocolate covered fruit
As it is, I met a friend at the carnival to ride OUR ride – a spinny rollercoaster thing – and then, of course, we MUST have chocolate covered fruit because chocolate covered fruit.
But the American in me giggles everytime I talk about about the carnival. Kermis in Dutch. Which triggers kermis the frog. Which triggers It’s not easy being green. Which is very odd to think about while screaming as the coaster drops and spins and rushes about.