BDC

Two of the three members of the BDC (best damn curriculum?) committee were present today at LATFC (along with Hollander and Russell).

Johnson, a proud BDCer along with Hume, passed on the lemon bar. After having the perfect bar last week he didn't dare risk having another. Good thing. I found the bar lacking and Russell ate only one of the two generously provided in the clear plastic case. The leftover may escape and become a free range lemon bar.

Some talk of a Grady Recipe Book, and how lemon bars will deserve their own chapter.

BDC actually stands for Bile Distillation Committee. It's a long story.

You Should Have Been There

Perhaps, in all honesty, the finest lemon bar I have ever had. It had a pastry-like crust topped with a smooth, tart lemon filling and was then lightly washed in powdered sugar. 

It was elegant.

No Flying Chairs

LATFC today. Sitting nearby, soon-to-be-infamous basketball Coach C. No chairs thrown. Or spinach. Tickets still available when he kinda sorta coaches the UGA women's basketball team to victory over LSWho.

LATFC meets Twitter

Read on Twitter today:

Dear Faculty Center: running hot water over the green beans does not qualify as cooking. Just fyi.

Web 2.0? Fergitaboutit. This is FacultyCenter 2.0.

No LATFC for Me

Met wife unit at Siri Thai for lunch. Pad duck basil, spring roll & soup as appetizers. Oh so good.

Cornbread and Chili

Had chili and cornbread. Hume ate sandwich of unknown make. In honor of my cornbread for lunch:

The Last Semester

Today we gently broke the news to Prof. Fink that the Faculty Center will close. While he showed no tears, his pain was obvious. Or maybe that was the Lima beans. Hard to say.

Johnson knows somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody who knows Rachael Ray, or at least says he does. She may be the world's most reviled chef, as one article suggests, but that makes her perfect to review LATFC. After a guest post like that and the closing down of the place, we can put this blog down like a bad dog.