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Lavernis came over tonight. he came over after we both went to the Red Cross and sat in a room with about 8 other people to complete training for adult and child CPR certification. he asked our instructor how often she has to use her CPR skills. she said often, because she works with elderly and disabled (is that the PC term for it? i think it has changed to something else, so forgive me, i don't know) folks. then she told us that it seems like people always say that coincidentally (or not) they find themselves in a situation where they need to use CPR techniques shortly after they get certified. i was kinda hoping for a little mouth-to-mouth from Lavernis, but i didn't say that. hope neither of us really have to use it, but it's a good thing to know. he gets certified every year, probably for work reasons. i baked feta and fresh dill scones*, with lots of butter. when they came out of the oven, we went to the garden in my side yard and ate them all and we drank some wine. typically he won't eat anything but protein after 8 p.m. but he made a rare exception tonight. we sat between the chinese cabbage and strawberries, right in the dirt. it's clear that weeding strategies need to become more aggressive. also growing in the side yard garden are collard greens and kale, green bell pepper and red spicy peppers, lettuce, purple thai peppers, jumbo tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, medium green tomatoes, sweet potatoes, chives, mint, random salad greens, chinese parsley, long green egglant, purple eggplant, japanese vine cucumber, broccoli, dill, green beans, soy beans, summer squash, papaya trees. in the yard facing north there grows many more papaya trees, decorative hibiscus and edible hibiscus, watermelon, The Giant Man Eating Basil Plant, pomegranates, a navel orange tree, ginger, sunflowers, and a flowering rosemary bush. gardens are magic. early mornings and early evenings are the best time to be in the garden. that's when you can see plants growing, you can hear them better. at those hours they're not yet sleeping, but they're not so preoccupied with all the photosynthesis. after the last sip of wine, Lavernis concluded that late nights in the garden require whispering. i concurred. then he went home. *Feta and Fresh Dill Scones 1 cup All-purpose flour 1/4 cup Soy flour 1 tbsp Baking Powder 1/2 cup Feta or low-fat feta cheese (or 1/2 cup shredded cheddar/mozerella) 1/4 cup Chopped fresh parsley 3-4 tbsp Dill weed, fresh or dried 1 teas Salt 3/4 cup (1.5 sticks) Butter 2 Eggs, slightly beaten 1/2 cup milk. Combine flours, baking powder, cheese, parsley, dill, and salt. Cut in softened butter. Stir in eggs. Pour in milk little by little and knead until dough becomes soft, but not soaked in milk. Knead dough for 1 minute and form into 2 separate balls. Roll out into a circle. Cut into 6-8 pie shaped pieces. Bake on cookie sheet for 12-15 minutes at 400 degrees. |
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you alsways have the best recipes |
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you can also add a pinch of cayenne seasoning. |
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i fucked up. it's 2.5 cups flour. i started to half the recipe, but forgot after the flour part. so it's all the same, except double the flour ingredients. or cut in half the rest of the ingredients, whichever. |
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ack. lemme start over. *Feta and Fresh Dill Scones 2 cups All-purpose flour 1/2 cup Soy flour 1 tbsp Baking Powder 1/2-3/4 cup Feta or low-fat feta cheese (or 1/2 cup shredded cheddar/mozerella) 1/4 cup Chopped fresh parsley 3-4 tbsp Dill weed, fresh or dried 1 teas Salt 3/4 cup (1.5 sticks) Butter 2 Eggs, slightly beaten 1/2 cup milk pinch cayenne (optional) Combine flours, baking powder, cheese, parsley, dill, and salt. Cut in softened butter. Stir in eggs. Pour in milk little by little and knead until dough becomes soft, but not soaked in milk. Knead dough for 1 minute and form into 2 separate balls. Roll out into a circle. Cut into 6-8 pie shaped pieces. Bake on cookie sheet for 12-15 minutes at 400 degrees. there. |
wtf is a stick of butter? How can you have a stick of butter? thats not a measurement dammit. That is the only bad thing about trying to get recipies from US sites. That and sometimes our naming things clash and I get confused. |
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a day without you is like a day without film in your camera and you keep seing the strangest juxtapositions all over town and then you try to find your way home but you can't remember so you end up sleeping in a filthy ditch,cold and miserable... |
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you're making me blush! you sassy gal! |
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it's comfort food.... come to the light.... |
it's comfort food.... come to the light.... |
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yeah, what he said. |
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talisker single malt scotch = comfort |
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sheila?? |
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shrimp and crabmeat curry w/ dahl puri and mango chutney. new amsterdam india pale ale. slightly toasted palestinian girl in t-shirt and stockings. beng beng beng. sometimes it is good to be swine. |
thank you |
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Bring me some of that fish on a dish right now. (gets back in the bubble bath) |
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i'm not a big fan of Major Grey's. i get all my chutney/achar/hot pepper from relatives who make it themselves back in trinidad and guyana. so i guess i'm biased like that. i mean, why get it out of a bottle when you've got your people whipping up the genuine article? anyway. i gotta get back to bustin' out my crop. |
A friend from Barbados at my old job brought me back some hot pepper sauce (can't remember the name) and that shit was THE hottest stuff I've ever tasted, but still had a nice flavor, not just heat. A friend from St. Kitts at my old job brought me back some sugarcane liquor, and that shit would blind a mule. I kept it at work, and at my going-away party we got trashed on it and goldschlager. Can't remember the name, but it had a pretty label with a sailboat on it. |
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the hot pepper sauce is fucking outrageous. i'd offer to send you a sample, but seeing that i have yet to make good on the bottle of jerk seasoning i promised nate in '98... you'd probably be collecting your social security by the time it got to long island. or at least *trying* to collect your social security. anyway, check out what i just found: Don't mind how bird vex, it can't vex with tree! |
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that page is great!!!! i have a friend from trinidad who always says "every bush a man night time" |
motherfucker. |
you ever get a chance to check out those tapes? |
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send more love. |
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fer christ sakes, they love to take two distinct cusines, mix em, and sell at inflated prices...... ther is trendy this place i went to, so trendy Beck showed up with his possee, standing next to him looking down at him, i wanted to threaten him, make him shake in his cords....nontheless, it was a fucked mix of japanese and italian....thats just wrong wrong wrong...better watered down that fucked up entirely |
pompous little fucker. should've dragged him out back by his ears and slapped his inflated chucklehead around while i had the chance. anyway. no time for violent fantasies. mavis: i got the love! i'll send some back later. too busy spitting bile at unruly clients right now. be back when the smoke clears and maintanence takes care of all the carnage. btw: while i'm at it... if anyone runs into moby, send him down to hudson street. we've got some business to take care of. |
i actually kinda dig Becks tunes...it must suck to be a short man......no respect. |
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J, i think i found what you were looking for: los dos molinos an old high-school friend called me this morning outta the clear blue sky. i guess he's moved to manhattan to try and become a rock star. (now there's an original idea) if i can find it, we'll go check out some los dos and tell you how it is. be good to yourself. |
just one more reason to wish it were friday. |
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i'm the one with the job, he's the one with the rock-and-roll fantasy. i'll end up picking up the check. hopefully he'll pick up some sphincter-burn. |
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it always comes down to the anus around here, doesn't it? we don't even get *real* Indian food around here, let alone Pakistani food. drat. but we get good east asian food. and damn good curry too. |
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Yes'm. |
"Fuck me like fried potatoes on the most beautifully hungry morning of my God-damn life." |
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the squash is taking over the garden. where i thought i had only planted green beans there are now more squash plants coming up. i must have dropped some seeds in there without knowing. the chinese cabbage is doing poorly. i think i didn't space them out enough. last night i put Colt 45 in a shallow pie pan and placed it level in the dirt. it's supposed to get the slugs, but when i woke up this morning, the pie pan was filled with cockroaches the size of manhattan and a about a billion microscopic moths. the ones that are eating my eggplant leaves. not the eggplants, just the leaves. but no slugs. which makes me wonder now if it's slugs or cockroaches that are eating the watermelon vines. actually i read that slugs prefer Kingsbury Malt Beverage to Colt 45 and Mickey's, but they didn't sell that brand at the 7-11. |
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i cried in the garden today. bawled my head off while violently digging up about 20 square feet of my lawn with a huge shovel. i felt better afterward. it was a really weird weekend. |
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you know, it doesn't pay to have feelings. very little good comes from having hope. the truth of the matter is that the thing with kevin isn't going to work out. he doesn't feel that way about me; also, i now hate him. or rather, i hate myself. still. the thing is never going to work out with anyone. some days you just want everyone to leave you alone. |
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oh, but don't get me wrong. it's ok. just another reminder that you got to keep your eye on The Goal. a reminder of what is truly important. |
please don't tell me that you really know, sarah, because then i'll feel defective. |
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the goal? simple: to be essentially and cosmetically okay with who you are every day. |
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i'm going to a rosh hashanah get together friday night. i've been assigned dessert, so i'm going to make apricot rugalach and mandelbrot. possibly chocolate and peanut butter cheesecake for the goyas. time to water the garden and then go to bed. i need to buy more malt liquor. |
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late last night i went out to the garden with a flashlight and busted a slug chewing on some of my lettuce. i picked him up and chucked him over the tall wood fence into my neighbor's yard. they just did a bunch of relandscaping around their pool, so there's plenty of stuff for him to feed on over there. i've decided i'm also going to make Honey Bread. with extra sugar and honey. |
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dowhatchyalike! |
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yesterday i harvested one long green eggplant, one cucumber, two jalapeno peppers, collards, kale, chard, and fresh thyme and basil. there are huge cut bright yellow and black sunflowers in a big purple plastic vase on my dining room table. here is another reason to be cheerful: Banana Split Sunday. not Sundae, Sunday. Matt, Jeff, and discussed banana splits last night after dinner. while we were watching Olympians in top physical condition, we all agreed that it had been years upon years since any of us had eaten a real banana split. so i proposed Banana Split Sunday at my house and it was unanimous. i'm going to get bananas and chocolate fudge topping and caramel syrup. matt's going to bring two kinds of ice cream. jeff's got the whipped cream and the nuts and the marachino cherries (which i hate, but it's a fucking banana split and you have to have one on top, otherwise it's not a real banana split). so when i get home from the gym i'm going to make us all lunch (probably bbq chicken and salad or something like that) and then we will eat big, magnificent banana splits. |
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http://www.walgreens.com/about/history/bsplit.jhtml i guess we'll also need crushed pineapple, which i already have, strawberries, and Nilla wafers. chocolate shavings are a given. no caramel topping though? that's got to be an oversight. |
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http://www.geocities.com/~webcipes/pie/p10.html that sounds pretty good too, though obviously not the real thing. |
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hot damn! it rained on and off yesterday and it poured all night long last night, and it rained pretty hard this morning too. the plants like rain water so much more than hose water. it's like after it rains the garden nearly doubles in size. i'm not sure why that is, but it happens. it's also good for the compost pile. it's not so good for slug population control. alas. it has only rained hard like maybe like 3 or 4 times since zavi and i first resurrected the garden back in ... june i think it was. |
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