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WyldFlamingo waxes poeticI want my expiration date to be far, far in the future...like a Cheeto. November 15 Cooking up a stormToday was sort of busy in the way that you fill time up. I went to Stamp cards this morning (thank you, Heather) and used a bunch of stamp sets I had never used before. New things=fun. I had planned on going shopping at Trader Joe's and then coming home to rake leaves, because it is SUNNY.
I had also made a list of meals I could make with what's in the fridge...which last night meant I went to QFC and bought a bunch of groceries. Trader Joe was for more difficult things to find, like pearl onions (TJ's had a mixed plastic container of red, gold and white pearl onions), cheap macadamia nuts (comparatively), and sausage.
I ended up with a horrid headache by the time I got home, so I nixed raking in favor of trying to banish it. After awhile, Aleve still hadn't pushed it away, so I opted to start my cooking spree.
I started with cassoulet--beans, sausage, carrots, onions. Lovely comfort food. I have never made it before, and I love it every time I have it, so I it's time to give it a try. Oh, and bacon :)
And then I have leftover chicken thighs from earlier in the week, so I put together coq au vin (hence the pearl onions). More comfort food. Currently the kitchen smells like garlic, onions, and bacon. Mmmmmmmmmm. There was pinot noir left over from the cassoulet and the coq au vin; I can't possibly make full portions, since they serve 10-12, hence leftover wine. So I've had wine now, and brillat savarin, crackers, and marcona almonds. I marinated some pork earlier today, in lemon juice, cayenne, and some other ingredients, and grilled it in my tiny Le Creuset pan. It's supposed to be served with an herbed mayo as a sandwich.
I plan on continuing my cooking spree tomorrow; I want to make some butternut squash soup, and possibly potato leek soup, and then possibly some spicy peanut noodles and chicken satay.
I had mushy bananas and wanted to give a different banana bread a try, so I found a recipe for "Hana" Banana bread, with coconut and macadamia nuts, and that is currently baking in the oven. I should have a lovely assortment of foods for the coming week! July 01 Strawberry fields and melting hot weatherMarc asked me Friday how I always manage to make jam on the hottest day of the year.
I'm sure it's an inborn talent.
After a 13 mile bike ride on Saturday morning, we made a Costco run and picked up a flat of strawberries with our other groceries. (We also trimmed down our cat later that evening--she was drowning in fur and msierable in the +90 degree weather). Sunday morning, Marc got up and went for another bike ride (e's much better on the endurance than I am, he went 40+ miles) while I prepped jam. It was already broiling inside and out, the result of the previous day's ambient heat, so I had to break out the fans for the kitchen, along with the steamer cauldron, and jars to wash and sterilize. It was the first time I got to use my canning kit as well--the tongs and the magnetic lid lifter were fabulous. Time and again, it makes such a difference to have the right tools.
I was pretty pleased with the jam this year--we like a looser structure in it, so it's easier to smear over bread or drop into linzer cookies. has a really deep ruby color from the strawberries, and made just over a dozen jars. It was so hot, the lids sealed before they even touched the steaming water.
So, new batch of jam awaits...now, to cookies. June 19 The joy of the Farmer's MarketOne of the best things about summer for me (or faux summary, or June-uary, or whatever happens in June, July, and August) is, without a doubt, the farmer's market. We have tons of them different days of the week--if you were industrious, you could probably hit one every day of the week without going too far out of your way. (You can see a list at Puget Sound Fresh.)
I've seen the signs for the Bellevue Farmer's market all summer, and finally remembered to make time to go tonight. It's in a lot at a local church, plenty of parking, even a crossing guard (unfamiliar concept from a former Californian). One of the things I love about the markets here though is not just the fresh vegetables and fruit, though that is, of course, a draw. There's beautiful fresh flowers--peonies, and irises--and of course the chance to chat with the farmers and other vendors.
But what I love to see here at these places is the fresh cheese (tomato basil!)--goat, goat-milk gouda, garlic cheddar. Fresh seafood--mussels, clams, scallops. And fresh poultry, pork and beef. These people are staffing their booths with coolers packed with ice and the bounty of their work--there's no plastic or polystyrene between you and the food. You can ask them questions, and they'll be able to answer you with authority and clarity.
Sigh--love the farmer's market.
And now I will go and stare lwith longing at my tomato basil cheddar cheese. June 18 SWAG and the EmpireSo, I work the Empire, and I really enjoy my job. The Empire treats us well. Sometimes I know people must wonder how we can work for the empire, but we're not making chemical weapons, or testing eyeliner on rabbits, or growing ears on lab rats. At the end of the day, I feel like I've made a contribution towards the world being a better place.
I've started reading another Empire employee's blog called Microspotting, and love her observations on swag this week. I actually did some pricing for swag just today, and sent my boss the results. Jackets (fitting the universal definition on Microspotting) or USB mini fridges. I really REALLY thought the mini-fridges were cool, but no dice. Back to jackets. Oh well. The quest is the quest, some day I will get my USB mini-fridge. Or perhaps a USB snow man.
Anyway, I had to go look up "swag" on Urban Dictionary, because I was convinced it was an acronym. Apparently not, but I'm working on making it one, along the lines of "Silly Waste..." ok two more words to go. It's a project.
Back to Urban Dictionary. I love their allusions to the origin of swag, especially the poster's very astute observation of old usage vs. new usage: "Etymology of this term most likely stems from a middle-English use of the word 'swag' often in pirate circles or other criminal circles as a euphamism for loot or plunder. How anyone can really consider the modern day definition of swag as plunder or loot (since it's worthless) is beyond understanding."
Oh great Microspotter, I have been with the Empire five years as of this August, and I will say, there is, indeed, no end of strange, and occasionally useless swag. The Voodoo Vince doll (loved it). A Fuzion Frenzy laser ball. The annual swag scramble at the Empire's yearly Administrative Professional's conference, where women, I kid you not, fought to obtain Tiffany bags. Not bags with anything in them, not bags made of leather, or any other durable material. Plain Tiffany shopping bags. And--perhaps my most useless swag gift from my days in games...toe socks for Midtown Madness. (In the running with the toe socks, I have also received a stapler and tape dispenser in the shape of the little IM green/blue figures.)
It amazes, astounds, confounds that an entire industry exists to create these items which could never be cool (except Voodoo Vince) even in an Artic freeze. But--Microspotting blogger--I do love your "I am the empire shirt". And it will never be in the not cool category. June 01 Red velvet linzer yardworkUgh, haven't posted in awhile. Ok, well, it was a busy Friday...not so busy Saturday. Perhaps because of busy Friday?
Friday, May 30, 08: launched into yardwork, late afternoon. Some extreme weed whacking, especially along where we are putting the French drain. Hoping we will finish that this weekend, so we can cover up the big trench in the front yard. Then there was the actual mowing, which wasn't too terribly time consuming and will be even less so once we finish the Front Lawn Lasagna project (layering newspaper, cardboard, and bark to get rid of the grass in a relatively environmentally friendly way).
Digging out these hideously ugly weeds that vaguely remind me of the egg-layer alien in Aliens. fortunately they pop up out of the ground just like toast! It's even slightly more satisfying than digging out dandelions.
Followed was weeding of the driveway and edge/gutter. I think because we get winds blowing from the north, seeds, cotton fluff--you name it, it gets tucked into the tiny crevices and cracks of the asphalt and cement.
Came back in--showered, changed and took a break. Marc wanted to go to Burgermaster for dinner, but I'm trying to be "good", so we stopped at Whole Paycheck and I picked up sushi. Burgermaster was packed, unfortunately, due to late, late afternoon sun, so we headed back home. I finished my sushi and headed back outside for another two hours: water the garden and compost pile, then spend the majority of time weeding the front walkway and underneath the rhodie and camellia. Ugh! By the time I was done, the yard waste was almost 3/4ths full.
I wanted to do some baking this weekend, being inspired by some ohter blogs and websites lately. Specifically, I have a friend who missed out when her husband devoured all the raspberry jam tart cookies I gave them for Yule. I make raspberry jam during the summer (along with some others) and it's been rpetty popular among those who get the limited quantities. Anyway, it's a pretty easy recipe, so I put the dough together and cut the bottoms, then the tops, which I punched with a tiny heart cookie cutter. I love the way the jam looks--red and glossy--peeking through the cutouts. The recipe makes about 24 mid-sized cookies, so there were plenty for Marc to ensure quality control.
I also wanted to make some cupcakes--I initially got into cupcakes because you can make them bite-size, you can do all sorts of different recipes, they're easy to give away, and finally, you can decorate them all sorts of different ways. Cake decorating is one of the things I want to improve in, but ironically, I've never yet really practiced it. I took a cupcake class at Sur la Table a few weeks ago, and they provided some great recipes, which we made and then sampled. I was really impressed by the Red Velevet recipe. Good texture, excellent chocolate flavor, plus a little tang from the vinegar and baking soda. I made minis, so the 18 cupcakes turned into more like 36. Again, optimum sampling opportunity.
By the time everything finished baking, it was more than time for bed. I like to let everything cool completely before frosting, plus I didn't have the cream cheese needed for that step.
Up the next morning (a little late, I DO love my sleep!) Our eldest cat choose to cuddle with me for the last hour or so. Thank goodness for pain reliever and heat pads, because my back and arms were most put out from Friday's activity. Morning outing to Costco to fill up the gas tank (averaging $4. 20 a gallon for regular). We stopped for morning coffee and went to Westernco for donuts for Marc (again with the trying to be "good"). Then we headed out to Costco.
Costco was CRAZY--three different people were directing traffic! The Issaquah location (across from Costco's corporate headquarters) is also across from the Pickering Barn Farmer's Market; people were swarming both the Market, Costco, and the gas line. I let Marc wait in line while checking out the market options--I love this time of year in Puget Sound. Seattle Tilth was having a plant sale, there was fresh shellfish, heirloom tomatoes, and asparagus, and a high school band playing a cocnert. I picked up some veggies and then met Marc back over in front of the warehouse. Our inside venture was mercifully short.
From there, the hardware store: just a qucik jot inside to get some rock for the French drain. I was looking for food for my Plumeria as well; I wasn't very happy with the selection, so put off purchasing. Then we went to All the Best for a new cat collar and some extra canned food for the herd, and I picked up cream cheese and some other groceries at the QFC across from them.
Home. Connected with the friend to whom cookies were owed, and we agreed to met up around 4. That gave me two hours to put frosting together and complete other sundry chores.
Out again at 4--first stop was cookie drop-off. We didn't stay long, as our buddy was miserable with a cold. Hopefully the sugar infusion will help dispel. From there we headed to Burgermaster to remedy the previous day's aborted trip. It wasn't nearly as packed on this occasionally sprinkling, overcast day. We got a great end spot, and our food arrived really quickly--while we dined, we were amused by the crows trying to drink a spilled milkshake, slowly trickling down hill.
After our late lunch, we stopped at Freddie's to check out their garden center. They have a pretty good selection of both plants and plant supplies, and they did have a plant food I was happy with. We may also get an arbor there to train the wisteria against the garage against, before it goes cuckoo again this summer. We did a quick stop at the liquor store, and then were home again.
Time for a nap! I slept a lot longer than intended (not unusual), got up, and did some research on Washington State Beaches. I even made a map collection, which is just a fabulous feature of Live. (Yeah, I work for Microsoft, so I can pimp their stuff if I like it.) I really want to go somewhere with good viewing for the Perseids shower this August.
Hey, time for sleep again! August 19 "Idiocracy" in actionLast night, Marc and I watched a movie called Idiocracy. It came out in 2006. And quite honestly, it's probably one of the scariest movies I have ever seen.
Call it "catering to the lowest common denominator"--it's a movie about how humanity degenerateds to that, a final result of the dumbing down of our society and the complete removal of Darwinism from our society. Poor a cup of hot coffee in your own lap? Lawsuit against the company and a warning label on all coffee cups across the world about how careful you should be because the beverage you're about to enjoy is "extremely hot". How about "Warning: do not drop air conditioner out of windows"? Or "Do not use blowdryer while sleeping"?
The beginning of the movie introduces how humanity began its downward spiral. The above average, intelligent couples who worry over whether or not they should bring another child into the world, in contract to the below average individuals who knock up their next door neighbors and producing litter after litter of children who think reading is for "fags" and don't understand how birth control prevents...well, birth. The more intelligent couple eventually waits too long and can't reproduce. The other example descends into a family twig (not tree) of 100 or so similarly intelligent offspring.
What spawned my venom today? I stopped at Whole Foods on the way back home to shop for groceries.
There are a few reasons I shop at Whole Foods, which I also fondly call Whole Paycheck. One reason is the organic produce--fewer chemicals, closer to nature. Another is the wide variety of products--few common "name brand" items from giant Agro corporations like Con Agra or Pepsico. Yet another is the theory of a better educated staff, who can help me find my way through the store or help weigh the benefits of this product vs that on a basis other than price. And still another? The theory that people of a similar mind to me, with the same goals of better health, stronger product knowledge, and a desire for a better planet will be shopping there.
Those people may have been there today, but if so, they were definitely not displaying above average intelligence.
I can rant on and on, but let's try to summarize:
Was I oversensitive? I'm more than open to that possibility. Was it a bad/unlucky day to be at Whole Foods? That could certainly be. However, the sense I got was more that the people shopping today were people shopping because "Whole Foods is cool! All the cool people shop at Whole Foods! everything at Whole Foods is healthy, even the stuff that's in a can! I don't need to read, I can just buy anything and throw it in my cart!" In Idiocracy, the world has dumbed down to the point where all food comes from a massive conglomerate made up of a combination of Gatorade/Carl's Jr./Wal-mart. You can't buy food in stores, it all comes from a drive-thru kiosk. You can't explain anything to people in a hospital, because all they have are pictographs of various ailments. TV shows have titles like "Rehabilitation" (where "criminals" are rehabilitated using monster trucks) and "Oh, my balls"--where the main character is repeatedly kicked in the crotch in every episode. There are giant dustbowl tornadoes which have destroyed the environment, the result of a failure to grow crops or keep any sort of vegetation around. What happened to the crops? All the water in drinking fountains and irrigation has been replaced with a Gatorade-like substance called "Brawndo". "Brawndo" has convined the world to water plants with its product because it contains "Electrolytes". "Electrolytes--it's what plants want!" Which brings to mind the current plague of "Propel" and "Vitamin" water (sorry Sam and Marc) now flooding the market. Am I being overly harsh? I don't know. It just seems like we cater more and more to the lower denominator these days. It's not cool to be smart. People can't believe it if you read a book, or don't watch TV. I had to argue with the Comcast rep when we cut off our cable--"How will you get your news?!" she exclaimed. I responded that the only news I watched were Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, who are hardly "hard news" icons--yet their wit and humor offer a wider point of view than the regular media outlets now largely controlled by one or two corporations (Rupert Murdoch, Disney). What does it mean that some people don't understand these shows are COMEDY? I find it hard to see kids not wearing bike helmets and avoid thinking "chlorinate the gene pool". Walking across I-5 during rush hour? Drunk driving? The predators are still out there; these days they just tend to be big, with metal teeth and tires. July 08 The joys of neopreneIt's been a busy week, this first full week of July. And nothing makes time run long like the itchy, scratchy redness that accompanies an allergy to neoprene.
If you don't scuba, surf, or otherwise immerse yourself in semi-cold water on a regular basis, you may not know what neoprene is. It's what they make wetsuits out of, and what I wore this past Saturday, June 30th, when Marc and I went rafting on the Wenatchee.
I've been rafting before, but it's been several years--and I was a NAUI certified scuba diver as well, but that was pre-Marc, back in the early 90's. I clearly recall the effects of my scuba expedition, and learning of my allergy (wearing a nylon bodysuit under your wetsuit does imbed itself in one's memory, especially when you have to suit up on deck).
I made sure to liberally slather myself with sunscreen, it being eastern Washington and in the high 70's/low 80's. We got in line, got our suits (farmer john style) and booties, and changed. More sunscreen. Assemble and load on the bus. Join strangers armed with cut off Tropicana orange juice jugs. Load into rafts. Water antics and splash wars ensure for 5 hours and 14.1 miles, with highlights including our guide pulling his wife (another river guide) into the water, capturing and ransoming a co-worker to her boat, and Marc sitting on the bow as we went into the Drunkard's Drop rapid. Yeeks!
We eat lunch and head back to Bellevue around 3 or so--the water was still chilly, so baking in the sun felt nice--I had just a touch of burn on one shoulder, but overall was pretty pleased with my sunblock coverage.
And then the next day, I appeared to have a sunburn.
On my stomach. And on my back.
The sun had magically penetrated my neoprene wetsuit!
Oh wait. Itching.
Itching.
ITCHING.
Benadryl and Cortizone cream. Lots of both. For a week.
Where does one get a nylon bodysuit these days... |
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