Peanut Butter Panic

It's a well documented fact that I love peanut butter. Too much. I would eat it with just about anything if it had the possibility of tasting good, and as a result of my obsession I've decided to blog about my peanut butter adventures.  So without further ado, we will begin blogging peanut butter.

FIRST MEAL:
Today I tried something I'd seen on the internet before and had been wanting to try for a while; the peanut butter and banana quesodilla. I got out my frying pan, butter, tortilla, banana and peanut butter and got to work on this masterpiece.  I liberally slather peanut butter on anything and everything, completely ignoring the recommended serving size and basically just using peanut butter until I think there's enough.  I was feeling especially creative so I threw a few raisins in that tortilla and popped it on the stove.  Unfortunately this is where the problems started.

Peanut butter melts SO FAST. Even in it's room temperature state it's liquidy and goopy, so add a few extra degree's and you've got peanut butter melting all over the frying pan.  Hastily I turned the tortilla over and peanut butter would spray the pan, burning everywhere. Luckily I was able to keep most of the peanut butter in the tortilla and, by some divine skill, managed to keep the tortilla intact long enough for it to turn a nice golden color. At that point I started eating.

First off, I don't recommend the raisins. A part of me forgot I put them in the quesodilla, so when I took my first bite and it tasted a bit tough and gummy, it was an unwelcome surprise to my mouth and a sensory overload.  Other than that the sandwich itself was pretty good, but the tortilla didn't taste like something that was meant to be stuffed with sweet treats. By the end of the meal I was relatively satisfied, but my hands were covered in melted peanut butter mess because of well, the whole melted peanut butter thing. Probably won't do this again soon, it gave me a peanut butter heart attack.

Yay stay tuned!

It's funny because I'm horrible

I haven't written on here in almost a year I think, which is unacceptable and boring for all my devoted fans. I'm back now and will try my very best to keep posting now that SUMMERTIME is here and I am on my way to college. I have another series of blog post I want to do now and hopefully the public will respond to them with the same pseudo-positivity I got from the Potter posts.
HERE I GO

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How NOT to start off vacay: Part 2

Two posts in two days! I'm on fire!

So lets just say this is a continuation of part 1, and that before you fell asleep, thinking of blood loss and brain damage, you had allowed your friends to play with your phone, iPod, and camera because well, you're not using them and they asked nicely to look at the photos from your European vacation.  At that point if you're standing over a sink, letting the blood poor out of your finger and waiting for the end, and one of your friends comes and nervously says: "umm Caroline?" the conversation should go as follows:
"Yeah?"
"I don't know what happened, I'm sorry"
"What are you talking about?"
"I was looking at your camera"
attempts to block blood flow "Uh-huh"
"And I don't know what happened"
Finally looks up for wound "What happened?"
"I don't know, the camera shut off and said all your photos were gone"
"Oh."
"I don't know what happened"
Now, Before you wail on your friend and release a whole world of flupping grief on them take a step back.  It would look bad if you, a screaming bloody mess, started in on your friend on the first night of a week at the beach, not to mention you're 95% they actually don't know what happened and are sad about it.  Politely say it's okay, you don't blame them, then blame the tears now flowing down your face on the wound you've received, not the loss of the memories from your family vacation (in hindsight you should have uploaded them before you left for the beach).  Smile, tell them it doesn't matter, then cry yourself quietly to sleep (you wouldn't want to wake up any other guests!)

Besides, your sister did save a few gems

How NOT to start off vacay: Part 1

Like I promised I'm back with my little nuggets of wisdom, and this particular nugget comes from personal experience.
When going on vacation with your friends, try not to be too much of a bother.  Be polite, courteous, and most importantly, don't hemorrhage all over their house.
For example, if you are a silly child like myself, you will pack your shaving razor in your suitcase without any protection around it.  Not in toiletries bag or in a separate pocket, just lying in wait for your big mistake.  After making this first mistake, you will inevitably jam your hand into your bag and accidentally slice off a decent portion of your figure.  Yelling FLUP at the top of your lungs as you realise your fatal error.  Running to the bathroom, have the decency to politely tell your host that by no fault of their own, you are bleeding to death and may require some first aid.  Silently complain aloud to the nearest person that "it's really no big deal, I just wish it would stop bleeding".  If, as happened to me, the bleeding doesn't stop after two hours, you can start to panic a little.
That paranoid feeling you have that you're losing too much blood has a little bit of ground now and you can suggest to your friend that they wake up an adult who totally knows what to do in this situation.  If said adult looks baffled and apprehensive about your imminent death, it's appropriate to feel a little scared, while politely declining their offer to take you to the emergency room because you know it's rude to make someone drive you at 12 am to get one stitch and besides, your parents definitely don't want to receive your call at 1 am asking for your medical information.  Just suck it up and stifle the wound with layers and layers of bandages, then go to sleep and pray that you don't die of shock or blood loss over night, because that would be a huge inconvenience to your host, removing your dead body and all.

More Advice to come!

Hello again

What's perhaps most embarrassing is that I forgot the password to my blog, then promptly forgot about my blog.  Since I don't have an undying following of rabid readers, unfortunately my blog did not become top priority as I lived my summer blog (and potter) free.  But I'm back for the attack and as it is my senior year I feel like I will have a lot of things to tell you folks about! Soon enough I'll post some fun-sized post that you can read, or not read, depending on whether you find my blog or not.  But rest assured, I ain't disappearing again (emphasis on ain't, which, oddly enough, does not come up on spell check)

A Wee Little Review of an Epic Finale

Again, I fail to live up to my word, but in my defense there was too much for me to write on this glorious subject, and I was at a real live Huckleberry Frolic which of course to precedent.  SO, here comes my review. In a word, the movie was BRILLIANT. Seriously, if you haven't see it yet you are flupping crazy and should find the nearest theatre as soon as humanly possible.

Since there are many many MANY reviews online I will keep mine brief.  I loved the movie and thought it was a great way to end the series. It was crazy good, action-packed, and never boring for a second.  Most importantly, they nailed all the scenes that are pivotal in the book, and omitted relatively few things (except the house elves attack, which definelty should have stayed in the script). Alan Rickman deserves an Oscar for his Snape, because after all these years, who knew he could deliver more than a deadpan? Furthermore, the Prince's Tale and Resurrection Stone scenes were depressing, which made them perfect.  I laughed, I cried, I screamed, and I nervously giggled when Voldemort hugged Draco (arguably the best scene in the entire movie).  In fact, it's only been out a week and I've seen it three times, (no judgement) yet it still doesn't get old.  Even the epilogue, which was awkward and weird in the book, feels right in the movie.  Deathly Hallows Part 2. wraps up the series we know and love beautifully, and I couldn't have asked for a better send off.