Ok. I have been of utmost negligence with this bloggy-thing. I can't believe I haven't touched it since July!!
Actually, of course i believe it. I am the least convicted person I know.....or at least the 2nd.
UPDATE!!
The Top Ten in NEWS!!! for Lil' T-boy:
1. I am FINALLY in school!
2. I will no longer be working for Starfucks in less than 2 months.
3. Made it a whole year in a relationship.
4. I've gotten fatter than I have ever been.
5. I'm about to be jobless and poor, with looming school debts, but couldn't be happier about that.
6. I deleted my Myspace after 5 years. 100% Facebook.
7. I am going to start making dioramas as a hobby.
8. I poached fish for the first time tonight without a recipe. It was damn good.
9. Just made a rum and orange-mango juice despite the fact I have to be @ work @ 7am, and it is almost 2. Fuck it! Gonna lose this job soon anyway!
10. Will NEVER be in upper management of a major corporation, or ever take a job that entails selling my soul to said company. Never.
Oh yeah, totally making an A in my first class. Wish me further luck.
xoxoxo.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, July 20, 2008
120 minutes?
drunk as hell past 3 in the morning at my moms house (she is out of town, just minding the cats and drinking her scotch), was clued into the fact that 120 minutes exists on vh1 classic? i grew up on the golden days of mtv's version, and it was sooo good. i still to this day need to hear chapterhouse from time to time, or need to see a much younger, less molester morrissey gyrate on stage sporting a smiths shirt (somehow, such shameless promotion is forgiven. i think it's because morrissy is really a ghost.)
in the 15 minutes the aforementioned program has been on, the line-up has been mostly encouraging. i do miss the banal banter of dave kendall in comparison to the repeated ads for acne meds and penis enhancers.
i really think i will not be completely fulfilled on nostalgic levels, but it'll do for now.
luckily mom has a really nice stash of good, good herb here.
sleep soon.
p.s. sorry for the worst post ever. single malt scotch and high grade pot. and! this is (of course) not the 120 minutes of my youth. jesus, i'm fucking old.
in the 15 minutes the aforementioned program has been on, the line-up has been mostly encouraging. i do miss the banal banter of dave kendall in comparison to the repeated ads for acne meds and penis enhancers.
i really think i will not be completely fulfilled on nostalgic levels, but it'll do for now.
luckily mom has a really nice stash of good, good herb here.
sleep soon.
p.s. sorry for the worst post ever. single malt scotch and high grade pot. and! this is (of course) not the 120 minutes of my youth. jesus, i'm fucking old.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
i've been a terrible blogger.
here are the quick updates.
1. my store is getting shut down
2. i am looking (not actively) for a new job
3. lisa and i just got a (used) king sized bed. it's a bit daunting.
4. i don't have a farmers tan for the first time in many years.
5. i have decided against getting the new iphone (as much as i hate to admit it, jole and rowdy are right).
6. lisa thomas is the biggest retard i know (but i still love the shit out of her).
7. i have gained alot of weight, alot in my book. have not been riding enough and there is a race on sunday i am dreading. ugh.
8. i really, really want a new vespa
9. i still hate my job, drink too much, can't save a fucking dime, but am relatively happy.
10. i should go to bed now and not have another vodka tonic, but i'm fucking stupid.
more to come soon..... iswear.
1. my store is getting shut down
2. i am looking (not actively) for a new job
3. lisa and i just got a (used) king sized bed. it's a bit daunting.
4. i don't have a farmers tan for the first time in many years.
5. i have decided against getting the new iphone (as much as i hate to admit it, jole and rowdy are right).
6. lisa thomas is the biggest retard i know (but i still love the shit out of her).
7. i have gained alot of weight, alot in my book. have not been riding enough and there is a race on sunday i am dreading. ugh.
8. i really, really want a new vespa
9. i still hate my job, drink too much, can't save a fucking dime, but am relatively happy.
10. i should go to bed now and not have another vodka tonic, but i'm fucking stupid.
more to come soon..... iswear.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
get on the bus!
the following are old entries in the old city bus journals. enjoy.
10/25/04
2:31p
i just missed the bus. i'm on my way to the dentist. i was going to ride my bike today, but it was pouring when i woke up, so i called jole to take me to starbucks. i got some coffee and left promptly, sometimes i hate that place. i needed a composition book and a pen, so i went to dollar tree (i'm in love with dollar stores). got what i needed ($2.17), and walked toward the camp bowie bus stop across from el fenix only to see the #2 sail by. somebody just honked at me. it's totally dreary, yet humid out today and my throat feels like i swallowed a g.i. joe. i just got thru taking antibiotics for a sore throat. i have the immune system of a paper towel. i should buy some vitamins today.
2:47p
started raining again right as the bus rolled up. a lady at the stop invited me to share her umbrella, i politely declined. this bus is too cramped to write.
3:10p
i got off the bus at best buy as the scary old lady was getting on. this lady, never changes clothes. always clad in the same bright green skirt, gaudy multi-blue blouse, and dirty white flats with no socks. it's hard to gauge how old she is. she wears her make up like a clown and looks like she dyes her hair with black shoe polish. she always has a cart with her. sometimes she nods off on the bus. she might be mexican. she looks like a witch. i don't want to see the dentist.
3:35p
god, novocaine sucks!
10/26/04
12:00p
sitting at the bus stop on university across from the park village shopping center waiting on the #7. i decided to get up earlier than usual to have breakfast. i had a dream about eating french toast, so i treated myself to some at denny's. i also ate eggs (over hard), bacon, sausage, and orange juice.
i normally ride my bike on the river trails to 7th st. and take the #2 to my store. today however, i'm not feeling that active. plus, i wore jeans, and it is a bit warm to ride in such attire.
where is the (text missing)
12:23p
i'm on the #7 now, but i am the only one. nothing to report.
12:31p
the bus has stopped for a minute. it picked up a lady.i think she had been to a museum. i just saw that the marquee for will rogers coliseum says that morrissey is playing tomorrow. what an odd place for him to perform. museum lady has a map out. the driver seems to be giving her directions, but all i can hear is les savy fav. i gotta pee really bad.
12:38p
about 7 high school kids have gotten on the bus. they are all wearing white t-shirts and blue or black pants. i wonder (text missing) they are juvenile delinquents. maybe they are orphans. two of the boys looks really dopey. the kids are talking about lawyers. they must've fucked up bad.
12:47p
there are some characters on the #2. too many to describe. this overweight woman with an afro and a gold tooth is eating a piece of fudge and doesn't seem to sure about it. seems to be a lot of fat people on here today. when i was getting on, some thug stepped on my heel. i shot him a glare, he gave me a delayed apology. too cramped to write. i'll update later if necessary.
12:58p
upon further inspection, it's not fudge, but a powerbar. no wonder the apprehensive looks.
1:05p
jones just called, but i did not answer because i hate talking on the phone in a crowd. this bus is packed. a very small latino woman with a shitload of make-up and a red skullcap bandana sat next to me. she is eating fritos out of a crumpled napkin. i hate the smell of fritos. i really, really have to piss.
10/27/04
1:32p
i'm running late today (kinda). today, i took the bike trail to 7th. i realized on the way, i forgot to grab bus fare. i bought an energy bar for sustenance ( and to get cash back) from the 7-11 by the wreck room. rode to the stop with just enough time to finish my protein bar. i crammed the remainder in my mouth and put my bike on the bus rack. see, i always put my bike on the rack closest to the front of the bus (the rack hold only 2 bikes) as a courtesy to other riders, so they can have have easier access to the other slot. however, the driver motions for me to put it in the other slot. i do so, and enter the bus and ask "what's wrong with the closer slot?" the asshole replies "nothing. i just don't want it there." i gave him a look and sat down.
oh to wield such power. fucking asshole. i'm almost to work. scary clown lady is sleeping across from me. she's wearing a purple blouse today.
10/29/04
2:43p
sitting at the stop at the intersection of camp bowie/ university/ 7th waiting for the #2. i can't see the bus at all. at the stop with me is a big lady in blue stretch pants and glasses with really thick lenses. it is such a gorgeous day out. it's a damn shame i have to work inside. i'm all sweaty from biking. i really should start riding all the way to work again, but then i would miss out on possible bus experiences.
2:59p
hmmm. nothing exciting today. there is a fat boy in the back wearing a sleeveless metallica shirt and a pantera ball cap and a septum piercing reading a dungeons and dragons book. there is a fat girl trying to nap, but can't seem to get comfy.
11/04
1:30p
at the stop on camp bowie near 7th/uni/etc... finally see the bus. there is a latino thug in a big puffy jacket, thug boots, and baggy jeans. he was eating a pen, but is now laying down on the bench.
1:56p
i just got to my store. i couldn't write on the bus because it was probably the most crowded i have ever seen it. it was full of ugly people. here is a brief list of what i saw:
-tons of thugs
-two young black girls talking about their numerous babies
-a fat white lady with gangster tats (the one on her neck said tripp in cursive), pigtails, and 4,000 barrettes in her hair
-an old man with blue ears (seriously, he had fucking blue ears!!!)
-one of the thugs was clutching a handful of dvds including jet li's the enforcer, reign of fire (dragons right?), and the new dawn of the dead.
-an old lady that smelled like an ashtray that clipped her fingernails right next to me.
god bless public transportation.
11/11/04
1:18p
on the #2 going to work. i'm totally sick. at the back of the bus, there is a big black guy eating sunflower seeds and spitting them in the corner. some people.
10/25/04
2:31p
i just missed the bus. i'm on my way to the dentist. i was going to ride my bike today, but it was pouring when i woke up, so i called jole to take me to starbucks. i got some coffee and left promptly, sometimes i hate that place. i needed a composition book and a pen, so i went to dollar tree (i'm in love with dollar stores). got what i needed ($2.17), and walked toward the camp bowie bus stop across from el fenix only to see the #2 sail by. somebody just honked at me. it's totally dreary, yet humid out today and my throat feels like i swallowed a g.i. joe. i just got thru taking antibiotics for a sore throat. i have the immune system of a paper towel. i should buy some vitamins today.
2:47p
started raining again right as the bus rolled up. a lady at the stop invited me to share her umbrella, i politely declined. this bus is too cramped to write.
3:10p
i got off the bus at best buy as the scary old lady was getting on. this lady, never changes clothes. always clad in the same bright green skirt, gaudy multi-blue blouse, and dirty white flats with no socks. it's hard to gauge how old she is. she wears her make up like a clown and looks like she dyes her hair with black shoe polish. she always has a cart with her. sometimes she nods off on the bus. she might be mexican. she looks like a witch. i don't want to see the dentist.
3:35p
god, novocaine sucks!
10/26/04
12:00p
sitting at the bus stop on university across from the park village shopping center waiting on the #7. i decided to get up earlier than usual to have breakfast. i had a dream about eating french toast, so i treated myself to some at denny's. i also ate eggs (over hard), bacon, sausage, and orange juice.
i normally ride my bike on the river trails to 7th st. and take the #2 to my store. today however, i'm not feeling that active. plus, i wore jeans, and it is a bit warm to ride in such attire.
where is the (text missing)
12:23p
i'm on the #7 now, but i am the only one. nothing to report.
12:31p
the bus has stopped for a minute. it picked up a lady.i think she had been to a museum. i just saw that the marquee for will rogers coliseum says that morrissey is playing tomorrow. what an odd place for him to perform. museum lady has a map out. the driver seems to be giving her directions, but all i can hear is les savy fav. i gotta pee really bad.
12:38p
about 7 high school kids have gotten on the bus. they are all wearing white t-shirts and blue or black pants. i wonder (text missing) they are juvenile delinquents. maybe they are orphans. two of the boys looks really dopey. the kids are talking about lawyers. they must've fucked up bad.
12:47p
there are some characters on the #2. too many to describe. this overweight woman with an afro and a gold tooth is eating a piece of fudge and doesn't seem to sure about it. seems to be a lot of fat people on here today. when i was getting on, some thug stepped on my heel. i shot him a glare, he gave me a delayed apology. too cramped to write. i'll update later if necessary.
12:58p
upon further inspection, it's not fudge, but a powerbar. no wonder the apprehensive looks.
1:05p
jones just called, but i did not answer because i hate talking on the phone in a crowd. this bus is packed. a very small latino woman with a shitload of make-up and a red skullcap bandana sat next to me. she is eating fritos out of a crumpled napkin. i hate the smell of fritos. i really, really have to piss.
10/27/04
1:32p
i'm running late today (kinda). today, i took the bike trail to 7th. i realized on the way, i forgot to grab bus fare. i bought an energy bar for sustenance ( and to get cash back) from the 7-11 by the wreck room. rode to the stop with just enough time to finish my protein bar. i crammed the remainder in my mouth and put my bike on the bus rack. see, i always put my bike on the rack closest to the front of the bus (the rack hold only 2 bikes) as a courtesy to other riders, so they can have have easier access to the other slot. however, the driver motions for me to put it in the other slot. i do so, and enter the bus and ask "what's wrong with the closer slot?" the asshole replies "nothing. i just don't want it there." i gave him a look and sat down.
oh to wield such power. fucking asshole. i'm almost to work. scary clown lady is sleeping across from me. she's wearing a purple blouse today.
10/29/04
2:43p
sitting at the stop at the intersection of camp bowie/ university/ 7th waiting for the #2. i can't see the bus at all. at the stop with me is a big lady in blue stretch pants and glasses with really thick lenses. it is such a gorgeous day out. it's a damn shame i have to work inside. i'm all sweaty from biking. i really should start riding all the way to work again, but then i would miss out on possible bus experiences.
2:59p
hmmm. nothing exciting today. there is a fat boy in the back wearing a sleeveless metallica shirt and a pantera ball cap and a septum piercing reading a dungeons and dragons book. there is a fat girl trying to nap, but can't seem to get comfy.
11/04
1:30p
at the stop on camp bowie near 7th/uni/etc... finally see the bus. there is a latino thug in a big puffy jacket, thug boots, and baggy jeans. he was eating a pen, but is now laying down on the bench.
1:56p
i just got to my store. i couldn't write on the bus because it was probably the most crowded i have ever seen it. it was full of ugly people. here is a brief list of what i saw:
-tons of thugs
-two young black girls talking about their numerous babies
-a fat white lady with gangster tats (the one on her neck said tripp in cursive), pigtails, and 4,000 barrettes in her hair
-an old man with blue ears (seriously, he had fucking blue ears!!!)
-one of the thugs was clutching a handful of dvds including jet li's the enforcer, reign of fire (dragons right?), and the new dawn of the dead.
-an old lady that smelled like an ashtray that clipped her fingernails right next to me.
god bless public transportation.
11/11/04
1:18p
on the #2 going to work. i'm totally sick. at the back of the bus, there is a big black guy eating sunflower seeds and spitting them in the corner. some people.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
girlfriend application.
must meet the following criteria:
1. must be funny. i mean like really funny. a broad spectrum of dry wit and extreme silliness.
2. must be very attractive, but not act like yr shit don't stink because yr hot.
3. must own and actively ride at least one bicycle (cruisers will be tolerated, but you will catch scornful glares).
4. no vegans or vegetarians, carnivores preferred. i like to cook meat.
5. must enjoy food and drink with zeal.
6. no eating disorders
7. no bi-polars, manic depressives, or clinically insane girls. a little crazy is awesome, but not the "i stopped taking my meds and now i am going to stab you" crazy.
8. no smokers (a few fags at the bar is fine).
9. no stoners.
10. no hippies
11. no idiots.
12. must, must, must enjoy sex.
13. must have really good taste in music and movies (this is crucial).
14. must LOVE cats. allergics need not apply.
15. no runners. nothing personal, i just have extreme prejudice against running. don't ask why.
16. must be independent, but sweet.
17. must communicate.
18. a hatred of mayo would be ideal.
19. agnostic or atheist please.
20. must love bacon.
rules subject to change.
not currently accepting applications.
1. must be funny. i mean like really funny. a broad spectrum of dry wit and extreme silliness.
2. must be very attractive, but not act like yr shit don't stink because yr hot.
3. must own and actively ride at least one bicycle (cruisers will be tolerated, but you will catch scornful glares).
4. no vegans or vegetarians, carnivores preferred. i like to cook meat.
5. must enjoy food and drink with zeal.
6. no eating disorders
7. no bi-polars, manic depressives, or clinically insane girls. a little crazy is awesome, but not the "i stopped taking my meds and now i am going to stab you" crazy.
8. no smokers (a few fags at the bar is fine).
9. no stoners.
10. no hippies
11. no idiots.
12. must, must, must enjoy sex.
13. must have really good taste in music and movies (this is crucial).
14. must LOVE cats. allergics need not apply.
15. no runners. nothing personal, i just have extreme prejudice against running. don't ask why.
16. must be independent, but sweet.
17. must communicate.
18. a hatred of mayo would be ideal.
19. agnostic or atheist please.
20. must love bacon.
rules subject to change.
not currently accepting applications.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
the apprentice
i just finished reading the autobiography of this man
the world famous jacques pepin. it was a splendid book dating back to his boyhood during wartime in france. i highly recommend it. a fast enjoyable read.
the world famous jacques pepin. it was a splendid book dating back to his boyhood during wartime in france. i highly recommend it. a fast enjoyable read.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
weekend update.
boy do i love having the weekend off, but it usually coalesces into a wretched hangover by sunday. friday, i opened, took a 2 hour nap, then went to the grocery store for dinner fixins'. tara came over. i made a rosemary garlic crusted pork tenderloin topped with caramelized onions, mashed potatoes, and roasted asparagus. i had originally planned on braising the pork in a ginger-lime-brown sugar- garlic sauce, but i put soy sauce in the marinade, which contains wheat, which contains gluten, which tara is allergic to. dinner was good, the garlic burps were nasty though. i am not a fan of too much garlic like i used to be. i had too much wine of course. then we went to the chat room and got more loaded. went to go hang out at joseph's crib and played guitars. stayed up way too late.
after a few hours of sleep, got up feeling like appropriate hell. had the rahr brewery ride to attend. my friend jesse (a.k.a. jp tots, a.k.a. jesus, a.k.a. the abdominal slowman) came over around 11am. we rode to my store to meet lauren. grabbed some cash and we rolled out to panther city bicycles. met up with a decent number of riders.
a group took off without us, so we had to meet back up with them. hit the trails to 7th, rode downtown, took south main to the rahr brewery for free beer...the redrunkening.
my boy dave hooked me up with a free pint glass and proceeded to tank up on free ugly pug and stormcloud. the lines were deep. we stayed for long enough to get buzzed. lauren split off. joel, jeff, jesse, and i went to the saucer for food and more beer. a few other riders showed. we all got messy there. jeff got surly.
when we left, we decided to take the radio shack hill. i was trying to pull off a skid the whole way down, and i here jole go "God, Jeff!!!" we were all drunk, but jeff was really tanked. when i got to the bottom of the hill everyone looked alarmed, standing around staring at jeff's bike.
homeboy hit a patch of gravel and ate shit. he got some good road rash, and cracked/bent his rim. we called rowdy to come pick him and his bike up, jole caught a ride too. tots and i hit the trails decided to get one more beer at the hideaway. met up with tot's cousin deanna. drained our beers fast, i was supposed to meet up w/ my mum and sister to go to the movies. i was so tired. tots and i got back to my crib, as the fam pulled up. we went to the movie tavern on hulen. ordered a pitcher of beer, and found a seat. we went to see sweeney todd. as soon as i sat down, i felt like falling asleep. mum and layla ordered 2 bbq chicken pizzas and another pitcher. i only had one pint. i was done.
i can honestly say, i hated the movie. i like some musicals, but i was so annoyed by this movie, maybe it is just because i was so goddamned tired. i fell asleep like 4 times. on the way home my sister pissed me off, and i left the car abruptly when i got home. her tone at times really gets me, i was also very tired, drunk, cranky.
got home, took a bath, had some wine. put on the ice storm, talked to a few people, passed the fuck out around 11 or so.
i stayed in bed until like 1. i was sweaty and gross. felt like shit. had my mom pick me up. i brought the other tenderloin that had been soaking in the ginger lime bath for more than a day. cooked it up, reduced the marinade w/ stock to a sweet sticky glaze. served w/ a simple salad of baby romaine, grape tomatoes, parmesan cheese and a balsamic vinegarette, and a hunk of asiago cheese bread. yum.
i have to work @ 5am. hope i can sleep.
after a few hours of sleep, got up feeling like appropriate hell. had the rahr brewery ride to attend. my friend jesse (a.k.a. jp tots, a.k.a. jesus, a.k.a. the abdominal slowman) came over around 11am. we rode to my store to meet lauren. grabbed some cash and we rolled out to panther city bicycles. met up with a decent number of riders.
a group took off without us, so we had to meet back up with them. hit the trails to 7th, rode downtown, took south main to the rahr brewery for free beer...the redrunkening.
my boy dave hooked me up with a free pint glass and proceeded to tank up on free ugly pug and stormcloud. the lines were deep. we stayed for long enough to get buzzed. lauren split off. joel, jeff, jesse, and i went to the saucer for food and more beer. a few other riders showed. we all got messy there. jeff got surly.
when we left, we decided to take the radio shack hill. i was trying to pull off a skid the whole way down, and i here jole go "God, Jeff!!!" we were all drunk, but jeff was really tanked. when i got to the bottom of the hill everyone looked alarmed, standing around staring at jeff's bike.
homeboy hit a patch of gravel and ate shit. he got some good road rash, and cracked/bent his rim. we called rowdy to come pick him and his bike up, jole caught a ride too. tots and i hit the trails decided to get one more beer at the hideaway. met up with tot's cousin deanna. drained our beers fast, i was supposed to meet up w/ my mum and sister to go to the movies. i was so tired. tots and i got back to my crib, as the fam pulled up. we went to the movie tavern on hulen. ordered a pitcher of beer, and found a seat. we went to see sweeney todd. as soon as i sat down, i felt like falling asleep. mum and layla ordered 2 bbq chicken pizzas and another pitcher. i only had one pint. i was done.
i can honestly say, i hated the movie. i like some musicals, but i was so annoyed by this movie, maybe it is just because i was so goddamned tired. i fell asleep like 4 times. on the way home my sister pissed me off, and i left the car abruptly when i got home. her tone at times really gets me, i was also very tired, drunk, cranky.
got home, took a bath, had some wine. put on the ice storm, talked to a few people, passed the fuck out around 11 or so.
i stayed in bed until like 1. i was sweaty and gross. felt like shit. had my mom pick me up. i brought the other tenderloin that had been soaking in the ginger lime bath for more than a day. cooked it up, reduced the marinade w/ stock to a sweet sticky glaze. served w/ a simple salad of baby romaine, grape tomatoes, parmesan cheese and a balsamic vinegarette, and a hunk of asiago cheese bread. yum.
i have to work @ 5am. hope i can sleep.
Monday, December 31, 2007
ugh.
it's new years eve and here i sit, outside of my apartment in a hoodie and houseshoes, drinking a glass of wine, and stealing someones signal. i opened today, and am scheduled to do so tomorrow. this means NO PARTIES FOR LITTLE TROUBLE BOY!!!!!
i am actually ok with this notion. last years party at my old place was so rad. future occupants will still find bits of confetti.
i did get in more riding yesterday and today, and less drinking, which is good. very good.
i hope you all have a blast tonight, and anyone that says something along the lines of "dude, you totally missed out on......"
i will fucking smash a wine goblet in yr face and kick you feverishly in the groin.
it's almost 9pm, and it is almost time for me to turn in, once i finish my bottle of pinot.
happy new years you lucky cunts. may you all have terrible hangovers tomorrow.
xoxo.
i am actually ok with this notion. last years party at my old place was so rad. future occupants will still find bits of confetti.
i did get in more riding yesterday and today, and less drinking, which is good. very good.
i hope you all have a blast tonight, and anyone that says something along the lines of "dude, you totally missed out on......"
i will fucking smash a wine goblet in yr face and kick you feverishly in the groin.
it's almost 9pm, and it is almost time for me to turn in, once i finish my bottle of pinot.
happy new years you lucky cunts. may you all have terrible hangovers tomorrow.
xoxo.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
xmas and stuff.
tis the season to drink until yr heart stops, which is what i am doing now at 2 in the afternoon. made a pitcher of delicious sangria last night, and it has already been drained. i just whipped up another pitcher and it is marinating. i am at my mums of course, lackadaisically preparing food. we decided to go simple this year. mother bought a honey ham, we are making a potato au gratin from scratch w/ gruyere and parmesan cheeses, green beans sauteed with bacon and onions, yeast rolls, and creamed corn (which is solely for my sis, i hate that slop.)
presents i got this year:
1. a hundred dollars from my dad and his wife.
2. a down comforter,a duvet cover, and new sheets from my sister.
3. a $50 visa gift card from my mum's beau.
4. a book about poo from ashton (thanks little brother).
5. a knock off burberry scarf , and a burberry london cologne set from my mum.
6. and of course, surgery for scat from my mum. that was the biggest gift.
i have treated myself to several bottles of wine, and i ordered an new pair of bloodwood plugs last night.
this past weekend, i made one of the most amazing dishes i have ever tasted. coq au vin translates into rooster with wine. i did not use rooster, but a nice free range chicken. started on saturday by disassembling onion, celery, and carrot, add to a deep, large bowl. toss in cloves, peppercorns, and a bouquet garni. pour in an entire bottle of dry red wine. i chose this
la collection des chateaux bordeaux. add chicken to the wine bath, cover with plastic wrap, refrigerate overnight.
on sunday, removed the drunk bird, patted dry, set aside. strained wine from veggies into separate containers. season bird with salt and pepper liberally. melt butter and olive oil in a deep heavy bottomed pot. sear chicken on all sides, turning with tongs until golden brown. set bird aside. add strained veggies into pot, stir with a wooden spoon for over med hi heat until thoroughly cooked (around 10min.) sprinkle veggies with a tbsp. of flour. stir until coated. add wine to pot as well as the chicken and the bouquet garni. lower heat and simmer for about and hour or so. have a glass of wine.
while chicken is stewing, cook bacon (1/4-1/2 lb. cut into 1"x1/4" pieces) in a small skillet. when bacon is done (not too crisp), remove and drain on paper towel. save some of the rendered fat. saute 1/21b. of button mushroom caps in the fat until golden brown and delicious. set aside with the bacon.
in another pot (use one that is not non-stick), incorporate 12 peeled whole pearl onions, a pinch of sugar, a pinch of salt, and just cover with water. cover with parchment paper cut to fit pan. bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer. keep an eye on it. when liquid has evaporated (i had to remove the paper part of the way through cooking to speed up the process), continue to brown the onions, using tongs to turn them (don't smash them!). remove and set aside.
to the pot the onions were cooked in, i added a cup of wine (use the same kind!). scrape up any brown goodness with a wooden spoon. reduce wine over med hi heat until it is thick enough to coat the back of yr spoon. season with salt and pepper.
by this point, yr bird will be done surely. removed from the drink, cut into pieces (if you don't know how to cut up a chicken, google it, and be careful!! it's hot!!), set on a deep serving platter.add the onions, mushrooms and bacon in to pot. strain remaining cooking liquid into reduced wine. swirl in 2 tablespoons of soft butter. adjust with salt and pepper and pour over chicken.
with this dish, i made the best recipe for potaoes i have ever tasted, really. i actually got this from rachel ray (shudder), but she got it from jaques pepin, so it's ok. you take little white taters and wash them. melt about 1/2 stick of butter in a pan of decent size. add potatoes to pan and season with salt and pepper. pour in chicken stock to cover potatoes. put on lid and cover. simmer on med lo until all the stock has been absorbed (you can remove lid periodically to speed things along). once the stock has cooked down entirely, brown potatoes by turning with tongs until golden all over (just like the onions above). sprinkle with more salt and pepper and serve.
of course, it was all terrible.
time to get back to the kitchen. merry xmas to you all. i am drinking to rowdy, cuz his mama won't let him.
going out later. gonna get fucking pissed tonight.
presents i got this year:
1. a hundred dollars from my dad and his wife.
2. a down comforter,a duvet cover, and new sheets from my sister.
3. a $50 visa gift card from my mum's beau.
4. a book about poo from ashton (thanks little brother).
5. a knock off burberry scarf , and a burberry london cologne set from my mum.
6. and of course, surgery for scat from my mum. that was the biggest gift.
i have treated myself to several bottles of wine, and i ordered an new pair of bloodwood plugs last night.
this past weekend, i made one of the most amazing dishes i have ever tasted. coq au vin translates into rooster with wine. i did not use rooster, but a nice free range chicken. started on saturday by disassembling onion, celery, and carrot, add to a deep, large bowl. toss in cloves, peppercorns, and a bouquet garni. pour in an entire bottle of dry red wine. i chose this
la collection des chateaux bordeaux. add chicken to the wine bath, cover with plastic wrap, refrigerate overnight.
on sunday, removed the drunk bird, patted dry, set aside. strained wine from veggies into separate containers. season bird with salt and pepper liberally. melt butter and olive oil in a deep heavy bottomed pot. sear chicken on all sides, turning with tongs until golden brown. set bird aside. add strained veggies into pot, stir with a wooden spoon for over med hi heat until thoroughly cooked (around 10min.) sprinkle veggies with a tbsp. of flour. stir until coated. add wine to pot as well as the chicken and the bouquet garni. lower heat and simmer for about and hour or so. have a glass of wine.
while chicken is stewing, cook bacon (1/4-1/2 lb. cut into 1"x1/4" pieces) in a small skillet. when bacon is done (not too crisp), remove and drain on paper towel. save some of the rendered fat. saute 1/21b. of button mushroom caps in the fat until golden brown and delicious. set aside with the bacon.
in another pot (use one that is not non-stick), incorporate 12 peeled whole pearl onions, a pinch of sugar, a pinch of salt, and just cover with water. cover with parchment paper cut to fit pan. bring to a boil, reduce to a simmer. keep an eye on it. when liquid has evaporated (i had to remove the paper part of the way through cooking to speed up the process), continue to brown the onions, using tongs to turn them (don't smash them!). remove and set aside.
to the pot the onions were cooked in, i added a cup of wine (use the same kind!). scrape up any brown goodness with a wooden spoon. reduce wine over med hi heat until it is thick enough to coat the back of yr spoon. season with salt and pepper.
by this point, yr bird will be done surely. removed from the drink, cut into pieces (if you don't know how to cut up a chicken, google it, and be careful!! it's hot!!), set on a deep serving platter.add the onions, mushrooms and bacon in to pot. strain remaining cooking liquid into reduced wine. swirl in 2 tablespoons of soft butter. adjust with salt and pepper and pour over chicken.
with this dish, i made the best recipe for potaoes i have ever tasted, really. i actually got this from rachel ray (shudder), but she got it from jaques pepin, so it's ok. you take little white taters and wash them. melt about 1/2 stick of butter in a pan of decent size. add potatoes to pan and season with salt and pepper. pour in chicken stock to cover potatoes. put on lid and cover. simmer on med lo until all the stock has been absorbed (you can remove lid periodically to speed things along). once the stock has cooked down entirely, brown potatoes by turning with tongs until golden all over (just like the onions above). sprinkle with more salt and pepper and serve.
of course, it was all terrible.
time to get back to the kitchen. merry xmas to you all. i am drinking to rowdy, cuz his mama won't let him.
going out later. gonna get fucking pissed tonight.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
sp?
re-reading the last post, there are so many typing, spelling, and grammatical errors, i should be punished.
however, it was 4 in the funking morning, so i get immunity.
however, it was 4 in the funking morning, so i get immunity.
dreamland
i have to work at 5am. i fell asleep a bit after 10:30, work up suddenly right at 2am, peed, got a glass of water, and went back to bed. when i fell back asleep, i had a series of some of the most fucked up dreams ever.
the first thing i remember is sitting on the stoop of a house in a residential neighborhood. my old school attendance lady and her husband, who later became regular customers of mine, walked down the sidewalk. mr. and mrs. barclay (that is the aforementioned characters) walked up. mr. b handed me an empty cup and 2 other small cups containing what i later figured out to be milk and sugar, and tells me they just need a refill. mrs. b states that he should just have me wait on them as opposed to getting the coffee themselves. mr.b rudely squeezes past me to go upstairs to his office (wtf?). i stand up, thinking how much i hate these once sweet customers. i enter this barren house and go to pour coffee from a cheesy little mr. coffee pot that has been cooking poorly made coffee for god knows how long. i realize, i have to make some more because they are old needy cunts (in my dream version anyway). the little coffee set-up was more ghetto than one you would see in a small town bank. mostyl empty bags of various starbucks coffees littered the shabby little card table. the filters were made of plastic. i yelled out the dooor that i had to make some fresh to mrs.b and asked her regular or decaf. she replies decaf. of course.
but when i go to grind the decaf, the grinder is weak and barely breaks the beans into what appears to be pebbles and crushed garlic. at this point, the b's enter the house to see what the hold up is. i explain the sitch, and of course they are not happy. mr. b then recommends i use a new grinder from the retail wall that has just magically appeared. i can't believe the fucking nerve of these people. jesus christ!! i of course oblige (rolls eyes w/ back turned), any thing to be rid of these horrible people. my boss's wife did offer to buy the grinder afterwards, slightly hinting that maybe the b's should offer to. of course they don't. why katherine was there i am not sure.
there part where they get the coffee is hazy. but i do remember that is took like 2 hours and i was pissed.
(scene missing)
i had to go back to the house, which in this portion of the dream, it was completely trashed, and was most recently occupied by my friends becky and kristen. kristen's giant dog named bruiser was there and was jumping on me and not leaving me alone. after repeated attempts to push him away, i finally yelled "NO!!!" at him. he got really sad and skulked away. 2 dogs outside started barking and walked towards the front of the house where bruiser (btw, kristen doesn't really have a dog) met them outside. bruiser layed down and pouted.a deformed man in a motorized chair who lived next door rolled up and asked what the problem was. i explained, felt bad, and called bruiser over to apologize. he threw his arms around my neck and started crying. i asked if he missed his mom and he said he did and went on this dog sobbing tyrade. i consoled the dog, and called kristen to tell her to come home to her boy.
crunched for time here so i skip ahead abit.
next thing, i am sitting on a stoop again looking out over a lake. there seems to be a storm blowing in, and the whole scene is eerie. there is a definite feeeling of unrest in the air. then, on the horizon to the north, and giant figure appears with a large club over his shoulder, trudging south shin deep in the water. i then think to myself i am watching clash of the titans. more giants appear, all heading wordlessly south in the water all somber like but with purpose. soon the lake is full of marching giants and people start to head out of their doors and follow olong the shoreline. there is a guy who is franticly trying to get people to stop, and regain their senses. turns out everyone is headed to valhalla, which in my dream is the equal to armageddon. this one guy climbs into a tree and shouts "STOP!!!" for a minute, everyone does. he tries to tell them all that he bible is lying, and you don't have to go. one of the giants catapults him from the tree, and he lands on his back. everyone turns and walks to their end. i decide to stay, a few people do, but i didn't want to hang out with the tree guy, ifound him very irritating. i enter the house, which is now something like a borders books with a bad diner. i sit down at the diner, and magically rowdy and jole are my dining companions. our waitress had no idea what had happened. she said she had like 6 tables, but they ll got up and left abruptly. i tried to explain, but she didn't get it, so we ordered cheeseburgers. i tried to tell jole a story, but he kept interrupting me and being generally frustrating. it was a very typical rowdy, justin, jole eating experience. alot of grousing and jabbing at eachother. when the food came, jole bit into his burger and complained of something hard. i examined his sandwich and found what looked like a large vicodin, intact minus a bit jole chipped off with his tooth. we called the server over, who was a 16-17 year old girl, and not to bright. explained the pill, and she exclaimed that it was hers for allergies or something and stuck her paw out for it and asked if she could have it now because she was going to take it right there. we were all appalled and denied her the pill and demanded that jole not pay. we were all in awe. i remember stating that this might be the most fucked-up day i ever had. then, the manger of the washington mutual next to my store came up to the table face covered in shaving cream. introduced himself to rowdy and jole, and tried to get them to open accounts. i was preparing to pay. i had a 10 and a 20 that were both badly torn. i tried to tape them up, and i woke up.
its now 4:40am. time to go to work.
note to self: don't eat near raw steak before bed.
the first thing i remember is sitting on the stoop of a house in a residential neighborhood. my old school attendance lady and her husband, who later became regular customers of mine, walked down the sidewalk. mr. and mrs. barclay (that is the aforementioned characters) walked up. mr. b handed me an empty cup and 2 other small cups containing what i later figured out to be milk and sugar, and tells me they just need a refill. mrs. b states that he should just have me wait on them as opposed to getting the coffee themselves. mr.b rudely squeezes past me to go upstairs to his office (wtf?). i stand up, thinking how much i hate these once sweet customers. i enter this barren house and go to pour coffee from a cheesy little mr. coffee pot that has been cooking poorly made coffee for god knows how long. i realize, i have to make some more because they are old needy cunts (in my dream version anyway). the little coffee set-up was more ghetto than one you would see in a small town bank. mostyl empty bags of various starbucks coffees littered the shabby little card table. the filters were made of plastic. i yelled out the dooor that i had to make some fresh to mrs.b and asked her regular or decaf. she replies decaf. of course.
but when i go to grind the decaf, the grinder is weak and barely breaks the beans into what appears to be pebbles and crushed garlic. at this point, the b's enter the house to see what the hold up is. i explain the sitch, and of course they are not happy. mr. b then recommends i use a new grinder from the retail wall that has just magically appeared. i can't believe the fucking nerve of these people. jesus christ!! i of course oblige (rolls eyes w/ back turned), any thing to be rid of these horrible people. my boss's wife did offer to buy the grinder afterwards, slightly hinting that maybe the b's should offer to. of course they don't. why katherine was there i am not sure.
there part where they get the coffee is hazy. but i do remember that is took like 2 hours and i was pissed.
(scene missing)
i had to go back to the house, which in this portion of the dream, it was completely trashed, and was most recently occupied by my friends becky and kristen. kristen's giant dog named bruiser was there and was jumping on me and not leaving me alone. after repeated attempts to push him away, i finally yelled "NO!!!" at him. he got really sad and skulked away. 2 dogs outside started barking and walked towards the front of the house where bruiser (btw, kristen doesn't really have a dog) met them outside. bruiser layed down and pouted.a deformed man in a motorized chair who lived next door rolled up and asked what the problem was. i explained, felt bad, and called bruiser over to apologize. he threw his arms around my neck and started crying. i asked if he missed his mom and he said he did and went on this dog sobbing tyrade. i consoled the dog, and called kristen to tell her to come home to her boy.
crunched for time here so i skip ahead abit.
next thing, i am sitting on a stoop again looking out over a lake. there seems to be a storm blowing in, and the whole scene is eerie. there is a definite feeeling of unrest in the air. then, on the horizon to the north, and giant figure appears with a large club over his shoulder, trudging south shin deep in the water. i then think to myself i am watching clash of the titans. more giants appear, all heading wordlessly south in the water all somber like but with purpose. soon the lake is full of marching giants and people start to head out of their doors and follow olong the shoreline. there is a guy who is franticly trying to get people to stop, and regain their senses. turns out everyone is headed to valhalla, which in my dream is the equal to armageddon. this one guy climbs into a tree and shouts "STOP!!!" for a minute, everyone does. he tries to tell them all that he bible is lying, and you don't have to go. one of the giants catapults him from the tree, and he lands on his back. everyone turns and walks to their end. i decide to stay, a few people do, but i didn't want to hang out with the tree guy, ifound him very irritating. i enter the house, which is now something like a borders books with a bad diner. i sit down at the diner, and magically rowdy and jole are my dining companions. our waitress had no idea what had happened. she said she had like 6 tables, but they ll got up and left abruptly. i tried to explain, but she didn't get it, so we ordered cheeseburgers. i tried to tell jole a story, but he kept interrupting me and being generally frustrating. it was a very typical rowdy, justin, jole eating experience. alot of grousing and jabbing at eachother. when the food came, jole bit into his burger and complained of something hard. i examined his sandwich and found what looked like a large vicodin, intact minus a bit jole chipped off with his tooth. we called the server over, who was a 16-17 year old girl, and not to bright. explained the pill, and she exclaimed that it was hers for allergies or something and stuck her paw out for it and asked if she could have it now because she was going to take it right there. we were all appalled and denied her the pill and demanded that jole not pay. we were all in awe. i remember stating that this might be the most fucked-up day i ever had. then, the manger of the washington mutual next to my store came up to the table face covered in shaving cream. introduced himself to rowdy and jole, and tried to get them to open accounts. i was preparing to pay. i had a 10 and a 20 that were both badly torn. i tried to tape them up, and i woke up.
its now 4:40am. time to go to work.
note to self: don't eat near raw steak before bed.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
melancholy.
i just watched this movie. it was not great, okay, not terrible.
...it had decent content though. the wine helped.
current mood: buzzed, lonely, stagnant.
i need to ride my bike.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
happy thanksgiving!!!!
oh my god! i am in the throes of an amazing food coma. fuck turkey, fuck dressing, fuck any bland, canned, traditional thanksgiving fare. i abhor that nonsense. my dear mum and i came up with a fantastic menu this year.
we chose a pork loin roast for the main carcass of devouring. i arrived at mum's around noon, escaped to my work to procure espresso briefly, then returned to carefully whisk together a husky marinade of st. peters porter beer, molasses, balsamic vinegar, homemade vanilla extract, coffee,crushed garlic, and more than a few healthy dashes of cayenne. placed large hunk of pig in a tupperware container with said marinade in fridge, later to be flipped.
we had to go to the store for a few more items. came back and i whipped up a couple of fried egg and bacon and cheddar on english muffin sammies to nosh on. mother was working on a horrible italian cream cake w/ orange curd an pecan cream cheese icing. around 2 i asked "is it time to start drinking?" cracked a bottle of gabbiano chianti to sip whilst i cut up onions for caramelizing, and halving brussel sprouts. with the onions reducing to brown goo, i pulled the hunk o pork from its dark depths of marinade, patted dry, and coated in salt and pepper. heat skillet, olive oil, sear on all sides, place in roasting pan 400 degrees with a bit of marinade around it, reserve rest.
mum did not have a proper meat thermometer, so i had to run home to grab mine (i live like..2 blocks away). boiled potatoes, set aside.
forgot to mention i was roasting garlic along with the roast.
render fat from bacon, sear halved sprouts in pig fat, braise in ugly pug and salt.
strain remaining marinade from pork. heat in skillet. reduce. add chicken stock. reduce add chicken stock. reduce to glaze.
melt butter in small saucepan. add cream and milk. rice potatoes (read up on potato ricers, i have seen the light!). press roasted garlic. incorporate all together. top w/ caramelized onions.
i also forgot to mention the spinach cheese puff mum made. kinda liked creamed spinach, but with gruyere cheese, and breadcrumbs, baked to golden deliciousness. ZOMG!@!!!
my main gripe, is that the pig could have been soaked in juice longer, and we cooked it a bit long for my taste. it was still wonderfully juicy, and the sauce..... wow. it was intriguing. the flavors that developed were truly amazing. everything turned out great. i drained 2 bottles of wine, had a slice of cake (which btw, should have killed me...oh the decadence!!), watched some tv for a bit, but had to return home to check on my poor baby scat, and give her meds.
if you didn't know, scat had to stay at the metro west hospital for a couple of nights for what they think is pancreatitis. she was not eating, pooping, peeing for some days, and was vomiting alot. she is back home now after iv, an enema, and special diet ( which she is continuing now). we are waiting on her blood work back from a&m soon to see what her diagnosis be. she is eating, not vomiting, but still lethargic, so hopefully on the mend.
i want to give shout out to all of my wonderful friends, i am thankful for you all. may the coming year, and the end of this one bring you happiness.
we chose a pork loin roast for the main carcass of devouring. i arrived at mum's around noon, escaped to my work to procure espresso briefly, then returned to carefully whisk together a husky marinade of st. peters porter beer, molasses, balsamic vinegar, homemade vanilla extract, coffee,crushed garlic, and more than a few healthy dashes of cayenne. placed large hunk of pig in a tupperware container with said marinade in fridge, later to be flipped.
we had to go to the store for a few more items. came back and i whipped up a couple of fried egg and bacon and cheddar on english muffin sammies to nosh on. mother was working on a horrible italian cream cake w/ orange curd an pecan cream cheese icing. around 2 i asked "is it time to start drinking?" cracked a bottle of gabbiano chianti to sip whilst i cut up onions for caramelizing, and halving brussel sprouts. with the onions reducing to brown goo, i pulled the hunk o pork from its dark depths of marinade, patted dry, and coated in salt and pepper. heat skillet, olive oil, sear on all sides, place in roasting pan 400 degrees with a bit of marinade around it, reserve rest.
mum did not have a proper meat thermometer, so i had to run home to grab mine (i live like..2 blocks away). boiled potatoes, set aside.
forgot to mention i was roasting garlic along with the roast.
render fat from bacon, sear halved sprouts in pig fat, braise in ugly pug and salt.
strain remaining marinade from pork. heat in skillet. reduce. add chicken stock. reduce add chicken stock. reduce to glaze.
melt butter in small saucepan. add cream and milk. rice potatoes (read up on potato ricers, i have seen the light!). press roasted garlic. incorporate all together. top w/ caramelized onions.
i also forgot to mention the spinach cheese puff mum made. kinda liked creamed spinach, but with gruyere cheese, and breadcrumbs, baked to golden deliciousness. ZOMG!@!!!
my main gripe, is that the pig could have been soaked in juice longer, and we cooked it a bit long for my taste. it was still wonderfully juicy, and the sauce..... wow. it was intriguing. the flavors that developed were truly amazing. everything turned out great. i drained 2 bottles of wine, had a slice of cake (which btw, should have killed me...oh the decadence!!), watched some tv for a bit, but had to return home to check on my poor baby scat, and give her meds.
if you didn't know, scat had to stay at the metro west hospital for a couple of nights for what they think is pancreatitis. she was not eating, pooping, peeing for some days, and was vomiting alot. she is back home now after iv, an enema, and special diet ( which she is continuing now). we are waiting on her blood work back from a&m soon to see what her diagnosis be. she is eating, not vomiting, but still lethargic, so hopefully on the mend.
i want to give shout out to all of my wonderful friends, i am thankful for you all. may the coming year, and the end of this one bring you happiness.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
my damn sniffer ain't workin' so good.
....and neither is my keyboard since i spilled sparks on it on saturday.
(scene missing weekend)
i was particularly bad this weekend. i will leave it at that.
today was an ok day. i woke up with a hangover and a stopped up brain but pushed on thru. rode to meet tara for coffee, we went to haltom for pho (god, it had been too long, seriously), i did a little coffee master training, and went home cuz a front moved in.
jole was maybe gonna bring trout over to cook, but was too busy, so i rode to the store for dinner. i got some cheap chuck eye steaks, a potato, a shallot, some cremini mushrooms, and 2 cheap ass bottle of french pinot noir called pinot evil w/ the 3 little see no evil monkeys. clever eh? (4.99 cheap!) used the potato ricer me mum gave me the smash the spud (thank you alton brown, best method yet. also worked great for the roasted garlic in said spud). seared cow, rested under foil tent, mas oil (in the cow pan of course), mushroom (thinly sliced), shallot (minced), toss, add wine (deglaze), reduce, reduce, reduce, whisk in butter, add collected juices from resting meat, drizzle over steaks.
it was terrible.....had to feed it to the cats.
speaking of cats, if you are a person of faith (of any kind) please give a shout out to yr deity of choice for my baby scat. she is a might under the weather, and needs yr prayers and donations. just email me back on how to give me yr cash.
also pray that i get new tires. i rode thru tar today, my shits got fucked up kid.
i go sleepy now.
(scene missing weekend)
i was particularly bad this weekend. i will leave it at that.
today was an ok day. i woke up with a hangover and a stopped up brain but pushed on thru. rode to meet tara for coffee, we went to haltom for pho (god, it had been too long, seriously), i did a little coffee master training, and went home cuz a front moved in.
jole was maybe gonna bring trout over to cook, but was too busy, so i rode to the store for dinner. i got some cheap chuck eye steaks, a potato, a shallot, some cremini mushrooms, and 2 cheap ass bottle of french pinot noir called pinot evil w/ the 3 little see no evil monkeys. clever eh? (4.99 cheap!) used the potato ricer me mum gave me the smash the spud (thank you alton brown, best method yet. also worked great for the roasted garlic in said spud). seared cow, rested under foil tent, mas oil (in the cow pan of course), mushroom (thinly sliced), shallot (minced), toss, add wine (deglaze), reduce, reduce, reduce, whisk in butter, add collected juices from resting meat, drizzle over steaks.
it was terrible.....had to feed it to the cats.
speaking of cats, if you are a person of faith (of any kind) please give a shout out to yr deity of choice for my baby scat. she is a might under the weather, and needs yr prayers and donations. just email me back on how to give me yr cash.
also pray that i get new tires. i rode thru tar today, my shits got fucked up kid.
i go sleepy now.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
she/spoke/bike/love
This experimental play features poetry, lyrical dialogue, freestyle and choreographed bicycling, video sequences, and a turntablist.
i could think of nothing more terrible at this moment.
i could think of nothing more terrible at this moment.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
eatin' good in the neighborhood.
so. yesterday jole picked me up from work. he had made a huge batch of chicken stock at home, and we made plans to make soup. we were quite indecisive about what kind of soup to make, so jole suggests risotto. we went to albertsons and procured a large package of cheap pork chops, an onion, butter (which i already had, c'est la vie), some cat litter,some mushrooms, and 3 bottles of wine. jole made the risotto, and i caramelized onion to top the chops, which were simply seasoned in salt, black and red pepper. upon searing the chops, the cooking red pepper flakes seized our throats, lungs, noses, and eyes like tear gas.
dinner was excellent. jole risotto was amazingly tasty and perfectly cooked rich with stock, mushrooms, and parmesan. the pork chops were seared perfectly and juicy, topped with slighly crunchy, super sweet, wonderful caramelized onions.
jole left and i drank wine and did laundry and dishes and killed time for a friend to come over for a night cap after a night out. we drank more wine and danced and......(scene missing)
stayed up too late, too much wine.
had to work at 8:30, still half drunk, but in an excellent mood (wink wink). the day dragged on sooo long though. i spent much of my day trying to make cappuccinos with the the little heart designs
...and watching tim and eric awesome show great job on my ipod. i left an hour early. had to call my dear mother to pick me up (i ain't ashamed to call my momma), because i got my friend to take me to work this morning, so my bike sat cold and alone at home. i was so tired. i layed down at 5:30, set my alarm for 6:30, hit the snooze until 7:45. woke up needing dinner. i had a few options in mind.
a:leftovers
b:go to the store to get stuff to make dinner
c:lucilles
d:applebees!!!
i decided to go on an adventure and see how the other half was living, and chose option d. it was not so terrible after all. my friend jessica's boyfriend chase was tending bar. the beer was cheap and cold (even got a free one!). i ran into some chat room chums. i opted for the tyler florence signature bruschetta burger
i was a 100% angus patty on focaccia bread with pesto, fresh mozzarella, diced tomato. i can say i have put worse things in my mouth, it's true. i was all about the ironic dining tonight. there was a couple at the bar with a bottle of turning leaf chardonnay iced down in a galvanized bucket eating chips and queso. wow. ......wow. as far as deliberately terrible bad places to eat, this visit was surprisingly....ok. beats tai-pan any day. the booze helps.
i then went to albertsons in the same lot, bought deodorant, AAA batteries, and 2 bottles of cheap red. my next move......?
i am off tomorrow. i think i might go see a movie.
dinner was excellent. jole risotto was amazingly tasty and perfectly cooked rich with stock, mushrooms, and parmesan. the pork chops were seared perfectly and juicy, topped with slighly crunchy, super sweet, wonderful caramelized onions.
jole left and i drank wine and did laundry and dishes and killed time for a friend to come over for a night cap after a night out. we drank more wine and danced and......(scene missing)
stayed up too late, too much wine.
had to work at 8:30, still half drunk, but in an excellent mood (wink wink). the day dragged on sooo long though. i spent much of my day trying to make cappuccinos with the the little heart designs
...and watching tim and eric awesome show great job on my ipod. i left an hour early. had to call my dear mother to pick me up (i ain't ashamed to call my momma), because i got my friend to take me to work this morning, so my bike sat cold and alone at home. i was so tired. i layed down at 5:30, set my alarm for 6:30, hit the snooze until 7:45. woke up needing dinner. i had a few options in mind.
a:leftovers
b:go to the store to get stuff to make dinner
c:lucilles
d:applebees!!!
i decided to go on an adventure and see how the other half was living, and chose option d. it was not so terrible after all. my friend jessica's boyfriend chase was tending bar. the beer was cheap and cold (even got a free one!). i ran into some chat room chums. i opted for the tyler florence signature bruschetta burger
i was a 100% angus patty on focaccia bread with pesto, fresh mozzarella, diced tomato. i can say i have put worse things in my mouth, it's true. i was all about the ironic dining tonight. there was a couple at the bar with a bottle of turning leaf chardonnay iced down in a galvanized bucket eating chips and queso. wow. ......wow. as far as deliberately terrible bad places to eat, this visit was surprisingly....ok. beats tai-pan any day. the booze helps.
i then went to albertsons in the same lot, bought deodorant, AAA batteries, and 2 bottles of cheap red. my next move......?
i am off tomorrow. i think i might go see a movie.
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