How to bake a Boterkoek?

1 and 1/3 of flour

1/2 of brown sugar

1/3 pound of butter

perhaps some sliced almonds

400 degrees

20 minutes

"Ma, what's that fellow?"

"Why, that's a ho-bo."

"Ma, I want to be a ho-bo someday."

"Shet your mouth, that's not for the like of the Hazards."

best friends “Where did you get all these words?” “Oh, it’s just because of studying for that stupid test my dad wants me to take…” “I thought you weren’t going to take that test.” “Yeah, well… My dad already paid for it, and he’s really been pestering me and everything… It’s a total drag…” “You are such a fucking liar.” “I’m not lying, I just…” “You tell me every stupid detail of your life but you don’t even mention that you’re studying for this test?” “That’s because you’re acting like such a creep about it.. I’m only taking a stupid test!” “Maybe I’m just sick of putting more into this friendship than I get out of it…” “What the fuck are you talking about!?” “Like how come I’m always the one who had to call you? You never call me…” “You’re out of your mind! I called you today! Practically everything you’ve ever done is because of me! I feel like I practically have to tell you what to do!” “Oh, because you’re so much more interesting and so much smarter than me…” “Well if I’m such a jerk why do you hang out with me?” “Who knows…” “Look, why are you so freaked out? Because of the one percent chance that I might possibly go to college?!” No, because you’re acting so weird about it! What is it, some big secret?! It’s like you’re trying to sneak away or something…” “That’s just because you’re acting so weird!” “Look, just forget it!” “So, after the test is over how long do you have to decide?” “About two seconds… I take the test one week, find out the next week and then it’s like boom, I have to immediately go…” “How would you get there?” “I dunno… Drive…” “…Maybe I shouldn’t go with you…” “It’s kind of sick to follow you like that… God, it’s really pretty sad when you think about it…” “Yeah, I don’t exactly know what to think about it… It all seems kind of unhealthy…” “Yeah, but then again if we were separated it might be so horrible… I guess it is kind of creepy to think of us acting like this when we’re thirty…” “That’s the thing… I mean, really we’re just like teenage friends… It’s not like we’re married or something… I mean, we can always be friends… We don’t have to live together and stuff…” “God…” “You know what I mean…” “Yeah, but in a way I don’t see anything wrong with us always staying together…”