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cjsmith ([personal profile] cjsmith) wrote2009-02-06 07:50 pm

Two words that don't go together

"Frittata cake."

The recipe itself doesn't look half bad, once I get past the title, but the words frittata and cake simply do not belong together. I do not want to add some chunks of nice rich chocolate cake into a pile of scrambled egg, nor vice versa. CJ-brain says No.

I was collecting a list of word pairs like that, for a while. I can only remember two now: ground failure and clam pancakes. I couldn't just make up pairs; that's way too easy. I had to find them, paired up by someone else, in print, clearly intentionally. Sometimes I'd imagine the writer sitting nearby, watching and suppressing laughter as reader after reader took it seriously.

(It is entirely unnecessary to leave a comment here to the effect that you like clam pancakes. Or scrambled eggs baked inside a cake, for that matter. Truly. There's no need. *shiver*)

[identity profile] ambar.livejournal.com 2009-02-09 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, there's no cake in that recipe, just frittata. :)

[identity profile] cjsmith.livejournal.com 2009-02-10 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Agreed! And it does sound tasty. :)

Hey. Lunch or dinner sometime? OK, specifically this Friday, a day I for no sane reason have off from school?

[identity profile] ambar.livejournal.com 2009-02-10 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
I will be in Minnesota on Friday, alas. Now, tomorrow I have off, if you have a chink in your schedule. Otherwise, a week from tomorrow is the earliest I'll be back...

[identity profile] cjsmith.livejournal.com 2009-02-10 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh - tomorrow runs through 'til six. How about something next-week-ish? That will give me time to see how this "coming down with something" I seem to have will shape up. Could be minor, could be hell.

[identity profile] ambar.livejournal.com 2009-02-10 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
next week it is. (Thursday is suboptimal. :)

[identity profile] cjsmith.livejournal.com 2009-02-10 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Gotcha. This would all be dinners; classes squat solidly across all my lunch hours, except for holidays. I'll try to ping you when I know what's up with my lungs, and maybe you can ping me if I forget to ping you, and we'll figure out a day.