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first time i have had this kind, the stouffers microwave kind. it isn't bad. nice to see and alternative for meat kind. yum. |
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Made a really good, simple recipe this weekend with ocean scallops & angel hair pasta: 1 lb. scallops 8 oz. angel hair 1 cup cream 2 TSP butter 2 TSP dijon mustard 2 TSP dill weed Cook scallops in the butter over medium heat until just white on both sides (very carefully -- they hardly need any cooking at all -- too much and they get tough) meawhile cooking angel hair. Once the scallops are done, remove them from the pan and add the cream, mustard & dill weed, warming and mixing them together, then dump everything together and mix. I put cayenne in it too. |
Peanut Butter And some sort of Fruit spread;ie:jelly, jam, maguine. Spread the peanut butter on one piece of bread, and the friut spread on the other, place the two pieces of bread together, cut in half. The art of the Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. |
Damn, they're tasty. Whoo-boy. |
It just looked to damn hairy to be you TBone. |
actually, it says alfaro bakery. the jam was strawberry. not my first choice, but hey, i live with a woman. |
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strawberry is good in godiva cordials tho. hot damn. |
Have you heard of pickle jelly, its probably the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. If given the opertunity I'd probably taste it once, and then go and hug the porcilin throne. |
i've seen people spit it out, though. not for everyone. |
http://www.portjeffweb.com/pepperheads/ |
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fresh fruit kicks ass. especially tomato. |
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I know this one sounds weird but how about a penutbutter and dill pickle sandwich... Using creamy peanut butter of course? Its really good, I know it sounds gross, but you should try it sometime. |
i like a few slices of tomato on top of some creamcheese on a toasted bagel. maybe a little lemon pepper. mm. |
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For me, peanutbutter, bread, ramen noodles, Mt Dew, Coffee, water, and lots of spices and I mean LOTS OF SPICES... Oh and some potatos occasionally... I don't know I guess I like potatos not hard to bake, and they are healthy to the point of what you put on them. |
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if it's japanese and comes from the sea, probably not. although i pride myself , i don't eat a lot of junk food. i was raised on the notion of three squares, breakfast being key, though its easy to forgo....i like three colors on my plate if possible...at least for dinner anyway. a green, a little starch and perhaps something with protein. my dietary habits came from my grandmother, whom i had almost all of my 3 squares with. her dinners always consisted of things like cucumbers and onions sitting in vinegar, or 3 bean salad. Since she grew a lot of her own vegtables...it could even be something as simple as tomatoes with salt and pepper. even though the bastards gross me out, i love the color. Shewould then have maybe some pork or baked chicken. perhaps a rice dish, some sort of bean and cornbread. and they are some of the healthiest 85+ year olds i know. i tell ya i get ecstatic when i have a colorful plate. sometimes i'll just make a veggie plate, just to appease this inkling. |
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he had oatmeal for breakfast every morning though. my other grandfather went for long periods of time just drinking coffee because he and my grandmother were supporting her parents and his sisters. i don't recommend it. |
Hell almost all MRE's now days are a square freeze dried package of shit clogging goodness... If you ever feel you aren't getting enough fiber, screw medimusal, go down to your local Army Navy Sturplus and get a full size MRE... NOW THATS FIBER. (oh and don't eat the gum, its a laxitive) |
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Tasty. Damn tasty. But eat 'em one at a time. They sneak up on ya. |
we named the ones that have excessive wasabi coating "snowballs". the pain of an extreme wasabi rush is delightful. picture a small circle of stoned fools with tear streaked faces, taking turns shoving handfulls of snowballs into their mouths. |
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i've had spiritual awakenings while eating wasabi. nothin like it. |
Oh yeah, and they get their fish fresh on Thursdays. They know us down there... I just love walking into a place where they say, "Hey, guys... Havent' seen you here in a while..." |
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have to get the raw fish from the dumpster behind the Lebanese restaurant next door. |
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I just try not to go on Wednesdays. Dollar sushi day... The old guy seemed pretty entertained by you when I brought you down there for your first sushi. Especially when you tried the salmon roe. |
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next time you guys are in the santa cruz/san jose area of california i'll take you to sushi. salmon roe is all texture. urchin roe, that's something. |
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i'm having salmon for breakfast. i'm going to "grill" it on my new george foreman indoor grill that my mom got me for xmas. i shipped a whole box load of stuff from detroit and it JUST arrived last night. it also contained, among other goodies like Saunder's hot fudge sauce, many bottles of michigan wine. i'm going to have a fine, fine weekend. all by my fucking self, if necessary. |
And I know Nate up here we are kinda screwed for the whole sushi exp, but we do get what we can. I'd love to have some japanese sushi, hell california sushi would be fine. But till I get out of this hell hole city, I'll settle with what i can get. |
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nate and i drank a beer and made small talk i think. Sarah and I were preparing to go somewhere, do something, what i don't know. |
You left used condoms in the hot tub and peanut shells in the bidet... |
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my understanding of Uni is that it is urchin roe. urchin roe may be scraped from the insides of urchins. i just don't know. i don't care, either. i just eat it. i had my first sorabji dream this morning. it wasn't about meeting anyone, though. i was just sitting and writing shit on sorabji. with a life as actionpacked as mine, your dreams tend to be on the dull side. |
that is my sushi bar of choice. |
http://www.zenrestaurant.com/ |
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isn't she pretty? http://www.thepublichouse.com/sentosa/specials.html |
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http://1chinastar.com/ee/1/20011.shtml |
that sounds good. Mobo has something similar they call the flying tiger. Mobo has a great selection of Maki. Maybe 30 rolls plus another 20 or so veggie. shit. maybe i'll take the missus to sushi tonight. Katsuo. Sentosa doesn't have Katsuo. What do you do, Cyst? |
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we drink a lot of beers in my dreams...i like Sapporo |
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say when are you guys tying the knot! |
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3 1/2 more hours and i'll be home. getting slammed. |
i've got a fridge full of tecate..in the can mind you ...WAHOOOOO! wheres my blue collar!!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?! |
i think i'm going to be abusing a bottle of knob creek tonight. |
it's a merlot called Hardy's Hardy's Nottage Hill Merlot I am really enjoying it this may have something to do with the fact that i've already had a half-bottle of stolichnaya and two pints of mississippi mud black and tan beer (damn good shit) but, nevertheless, i just wanna say i love the australians just love 'em. |
That wine costs $8.00 in our beads, which would make it about $5.00 in yours. I always think of it as Not-age, which amuses me more when I've drunk a lot of it. |
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oh i can't wait. only 24 more hours until i get to be drunk on expensive brandy and cheap wine and my own homemade chocolate desserts. i can't wait for tomorrow! i'm going to bed now so it will come sooner. gnight! |
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cube up some sugar cured real expensive type pig parts, the smokey-er & better loin the better. My personal favorite is el cheapo Kentucky Legend Sugar Cured. chop a big onion. Keep it away from your goat, makes the eyes water. throw the onion and ham into a quart of boiling water, add garlic, LOTS of dried crushed red pepper, a hefty dose of black pepper, and a teaspoon of bacon grease (left over from the non_Foreman Breakfast skillet). Ten minutes slow boil until the onions are tender. Add a pound or more of fresh turnip greens, stir until wilted and wet (NO: do not apply to skin or use in hottub at this point) Simmer twenty minutes more while listening the your favorite Grateful Dead. Scoop up with a big ladel, let it cool a little, and eat. Good for you, esp all the juices. Y'll can vary the spices but I like it hot. DON'T spill the stuff on your keyboard. It eats vinyl & abs plastic. Nothing more pathetic than a crying goat with turnip leaves all over 'em. Then go eat sushi if you want. Leave the goat home. |
It's the pepper and the sugar that make the thing good. |
sentosa's in port townsend, a touristy little turn-of-the-century town on the olympic peninsula. for a couple of days after christmas I stayed out there with my boyfriend at a hotel that used to be a brothel. the rooms are named after former employees. we stayed in miss rose, the only room with its own jacuzzi. we went hiking, and I thought about bears and cougars, and we saw a movie, and we drank beer, and we watched cable, and we ate gigantic $5.75 crab and salmon rolls. it was so great that it wasn't until several hours into the trip that I started getting anxious to leave for home. I don't know what katsuo is. congratulations on your impending nuptials. today my mother asked if I was going to marry my boyfriend. "mom, he's already married!" |
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i want to be a copy editor. |
But they are cheap....and well....thats a GOOD thing Did you guys do something with the Chileans? |
I won't give up copy editing, though. too much glamour, prestige, and money. |
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really? that's so killer. how little? fiction or non? what's it about? can i have a peek? dish girl, dish. |
I think it's just going to be a short and funny novel about a woman who's a little disappointed that everything is going to be all right after all. I'm not going about it very professionally. when I think about writing a novel, I imagine nathaniel hawthorne charting the plot of "the scarlet letter" on graph paper so it would look like a gallows. I'm going about it more stephen king-like. I don't know what's going to happen, but I want to put some things together before I start worrying about what the point will be. I'm starting with real life but I'm not limiting myself to it. anyway, it's something to do. |
i saw a book about Henry Miller, pictures, paintings he did and so forth.. They had pictures of the charts he would draw for a books. They were like family trees. They look absolutely insane....he would write them on the wall...and the fact he used notation....of course these "trees" are next to impossible to decipher. i think if i were going to write a book, id use polaroids to map it out. I can expound on a photo endlessly. angry sam uses the newspaper. |
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cyst, have you read laura zigman? |
- Problems of Female Bad Behaviour in the Creation of Literature I found this while trying to track down something Margaret Atwood may or may not have said. I like the line "unfortunately, there is a widespread tendency to to judge such characters [in novels] as if they were job applicants...." |
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A. and I occasionally take a room in Santa Cruz with a jacuzzi. better than relationship counciling, i think. the past month or so i've been working up a novel in my head. i'm intent on squeezing one out before i turn 30. not that i won't be able to write after 30, but if i don't put an arbitrary date to it i'll never start. |
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where are you dougie? |
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I liked the atwood essay. did she write "the blind assassin"? was that supposed to be good? what's good these days? did you all read the last philip roth like you were supposed to, listen to the last pavement? saturday night I had that guy who bought me a plane ticket from istanbul to portland take me out to dinner. I had ahi tuna pan-seared with sesame seeds. it was not the color of vein blood. but yesterday I went to the doctor and they took some vein blood-colored vein blood. I'd forgotten how purply is was. christ. she had to tell me not to hold my breath. something about having someone hold a needle in your vein. I can't stand it. I have no problem with those painful shots for tetanus and hepatitis, the ones they shoot into your muscle, but when someone has a needle in my vein (not that this happens often), I imagine there's going to be an earthquake. god, and that rubber tube. christ. but I guess it'll be good to find out what a three-steaks-a-week diet can do to your cholesterol level. tonight I was supposed to call a (former) coworker who bought me the nicest rare porterhouse with mushrooms last wednesday. he got laid off today. but I knew he went out drinking right after work. the only words I could think of to offer him was that he was "lucky, well, not that you're lucky, but, I mean, the economy is going to shit and at least you'll get a head start on everyone else looking for work." I'd like to get a room with a jacuzzi again. we had a nice time, but that was that weird week between christmas and new year's. I'd been out of town all month, and we hadn't seen each other. and the place was old and spooky, and I think the first night we were the only guests. I'd want to fall asleep first in case there were ghosts to deal with during the night. I'm glad january is ending. I've survived a layoff and a really bad haircut. over the weekend I revisited love letters a guy sent me a year ago, finally printed them out. it was like reading about fictional characters: i can't believe how devastating it was to watch you drive away. i wanted to fling myself onto the roof of the car. it seems so unjust that we didn't kiss. we will. the night was so thrilling i could hardly stand it. the show felt totally triumphant. i wasn't drunk but i felt drunk. everything i said was directed to you, even when my attention was supposed to be turned to the crowd. they say you have to find one person and aim for them. i didn't need to look. you were lovely. stunning. in the bar (good old king solomon, god bless him) i wanted to bite the flesh on your neck. and kiss you behind the ears. your skin was so brown and taut and soft and and warm-looking. that shirt was impossibly sexy. i'm getting turned on now just remembering it. your haircut was really great. i should have said. you drank a cosmopolitan with me. i was certain that everyone knew we were holding hands; that's the only reason i kept taking mine away. if i'd let my hand run free there'd be bruises on your thigh today. all the explosive urgency that arose from seeing you shot directly into my fingers. i could have crushed your beautiful hands. i knew that when you were showing chris your shoulder you were really showing me. the effort not to be obvious last night was monumental. i remember thinking at one point, "all i want is five completely free, safe minutes alone. is that so much to ask?" you're so much sexier in person. completely beautiful. your eyes, your cheeks, your mouth, your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach, your hips (your hips!), your waist, ass, legs, arms, hands, fingers. completely ravishing. you lifted up your shirt by the dumpster. i wanted you to keep going. i wanted to see you. i wanted everyone to disappear. i wanted, wanted, wanted. i felt a desire for you that was so colossal there was nothing to do but look, agape, stealing glances and touching you for the briefest of moments. i could just look on you for hours. life has never been more like a movie. i was watching us the whole time. ... it felt like we were breaking out of prison and the spotlight was swinging around the yard, about to find us at any moment. i desperately wanted to kiss you. i will. ... j. knows that i'm in thrall to you because i've told him about you several times, about how i've longed for you against impossible reality. but he doesn't know about this. about THIS. ...i couldn't believe that bar. our legs together, my hand on your knee, your thigh, your hand. it was so charged i expected ball lightning to rush out of the jukebox and destroy us all. i'd happily die with you. you outpaced me three-to-one. talking to the others was torture. like i was really interested in how k. was liking portland. chris gave me a knowing look at the end of the night, just after we hugged. i sometimes forget how close he and i can be. there are things i can tell him that i would never tell anyone. ...i loved hearing you on my voice mail. i listened to your messages seven times each, which made me late to rehearsal. boo fucking hoo. |
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how do you get men to write like that? to feel like that? you have many gifts. |
congrats on surviving the layoff, cyst, beth got the axe. i think she was glad, though. |
you know, if my life goes well, I'll never get another letter like that again. the only men who could write love letters with such sincere urgency are the ones with girlfriends/wives or the ones who are writing to someone else's girlfriend/wife. the ellipses indicate sections in which he talks about the possibility of others knowing. now all the major parties know the major facts, and it's just as well. |
you're so much better off without that feller. he was using you for some sort of emotional exercise. fuck him. my friend katie is having an opening on thursday night at oculus on alaskan way, if you have time on thursday after work you should come check it out. |
I don't know why, but after going through the posts since yesteday...im depressed. |
don't be depressed, patrick. channel all your negative energy into paying off credit cards. that's what I'm going to do. |
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I made this RAD RAD RAD chocolate cake yesterday afternoon and Edith and I ate half of it after dinner. It's very chocolatey and not overly sweet. It rocks like Slayer. We dipped it in the spicy liquor'd up hot cocoa drink I now make at all my dinners. Chocolate and Cherry Polenta Cake: Ingredients: 1/3 cup quick cooking polenta 1/2 cup boiling water 7 oz unsweetened chocolate, broken into chunks 3/4 cup fine white sugar 5 eggs, separated 3 tbs white flour 1 orange rind, coarsly grated 3/4 cup dried cherries, plump or rehydrated 3/4 cup finely ground almonds 2 tbs brandy (optional) Directions: 1. Prehead oven to 375 degrees. 2. You get one 9" round cake pan and you grease it lightly and line the bottom with a circle of wax paper. 3. Pour 1/2 cup boiling water over polenta. Cover and let stand for 15 minutes until all the water is absorbed. It shouldn't be too wet. After it's absorbed, fluff up the polenta with a fork. 4. Melt chocolate very slowly in a bowl or better yet over a double boiler. 5. Beat or whisk together egg yolks and sugar in a separate bowl until well blended. Beat or whisk in melted chocolate. 5. Fold in polenta, flour, orange rind, cherries, ground almonds, and brandy (optional). 6. Whisk or beat egg whites until very light and fluffy and forming peaks. Fold gently into cake batter. 7. Pour into prepared cake pan and bake for 35-45 minutes. 8. Remove from oven and cool slightly. Sprinkle with confectioners sugar before serving. |