Monday, April 29, 2013
You're about to learn more about my kitchen than you ever wanted to know. Sorry.
There you have it. I know it's not for everyone, but this is THIS cook's dream kitchen.
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On to the kitchen...
I also emptied out the fridge and freezer onto the kitchen counters. Actually, there's a smaller fridge in the basement where I keep sodas for the kids, beer, and bags of flour because of the pantry moth problem. I brought everything from that freezer up, too. And after I sorted, I did some counting. Seven pounds of shrimp in the freezers. Seven. Pounds. And those little vegetarian sausages my son loves? We call them notsages, and I counted 89 of them. You read them right. Throw in some corn and potatoes and I've got a low country boil. Also half a dozen salmon fillets, maybe ten swai fillets, and four other kinds of seafood. Eight quart bags of tomato/veggie sauce I made last summer. And several frozen loaves of bread. I'm officially on a grocery embargo. The only exceptions being things like milk, eggs and produce. But I will be cooking my way through the food on hand, especially emptying out the freezer. I suspect I'll always keep an abundance of food around, but the organization/moderation part is a work in progress.
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Saturday, April 27, 2013
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Friday, April 26, 2013
"Les Indices de Bleu"
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Monday, April 22, 2013
The rest of the weekend.
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Saturday, April 20, 2013
There's a lot of weirdness in the world.
You know the chemistry thing? Not so much. For a variety of reasons. Chemistry isn't, I don't think, entirely physical. There's also some sort of personality/intellectual click that's important. And if I'm feeling impatient and I find myself staring off and taking deep, measured breaths, I know that's a bad sign. In addition, there was some game playing that I wasn't keen on. Like when he was talking about how he usually never kisses on the first date and then actually said that he likes women to make the first move because it gives him the power. And then he sat back and said, "I want you to kiss me. So I'm just going to sit here and make you come to me." Really? I mean, really? I just laughed, shrugged and said, "Suit yourself." And stayed where I was. Also? A little advice - never tell a psychologist who has done countless intellectual assessments that you are unusually smart. Because she'll know better. And she has observed over the years that really bright people never feel a need to say so.
I was glad to get home that day.
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Sunday, April 14, 2013
Need a stoner accountant?
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Friday, April 12, 2013
The war continues.
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Tuesday, April 9, 2013
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Saturday, April 6, 2013
Cirque du Squirreleil
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Thursday, April 4, 2013
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Monday, April 1, 2013
Jesus Henry Christ (a quirky little movie about a boy genius conceived through IVF who sets out to find his biological father) and Jesus Christ Superstar (that 70's musical told from the perspective of Judas).
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