It's so nice to officially be on vacation, to be able to stay up late, sitting by the twinkly Christmas tree, taking the time to reflect on a day spent puttering in the kitchen with Christmas baking - I cozied up with the KitchenAid, sifted and whipped and piped, sang along to the best version of "Jingle Bells" (Sinatra), and failed utterly to produce a single correctly-formed macaron. God, I love the holidays.
Also, on Christmas - which, if you don't know, is tomorrow - I turn 31 AND I discovered several new gray hairs along my part today. Why ...
Man, I cannot WAIT for that new Howie Mandel Candid Camera-Punk'd hybrid show, can you? It is going to be off the fucking hook.
Whoa, sorry! Where did that come from? TV rots your brains, kids. Also, stay away from crack.
A while ago I put up a little poll asking you, my trustworthy readers, to vote on what new cookbook I should buy with my hard-earned Amazon kickbacks referral fees. Hot Sour Salty Sweet initially looked like it was going to sweep, but The Splendid Table made a last minute surge to tie things up, leaving me with the ...
You can't go wrong with the Barefoot Contessa, you just can't; and that Charlie Palmer can whip up a mean citrusy Asian sauce.
Unfortunately, you can go hella wrong with bipolar disorder. You may have noticed a lack of recipe posts and an upswing in bullshitty posts, and it's because things are just weird and unstable around here. Y'all are awesome for getting into the non-foodie posts too, but don't think I haven't noticed and don't want things to get back to normal around here.
Tonight is not the night that will happen, though: it's late, and actively working to ...
We were going to be hosting Thanksgiving at our place this year, and believe me when I say that it would have been a Smackdown of epic proportions that would have taken weeks - nay, months - to properly write up. But then, unbeknownst to us, more people were invited than our apartment can comfortably (or even uncomfortably) hold, and my brain started mis-firing again. Ergo, we are in North Carolina where there are chefs and chefs-in-training bustling about the kitchen and I don't have to do anything but take pictures and write and eat. And eat. And eat.
And I? ...
Thank god for Cheap Ass Monday, which I predict will soon become "Cheap Ass Every Damn Day" because the hourly rates of New York City psychiatrists are INSANE. Nationally known expert, schmexpert; I'll need another drug just to counteract the shock of the bills. I've totally gone down the wrong path in life: I should have become a psychiatrist. Based on the hourly rate of the guy I'm seeing for a second opinion this Friday, I could see four patients a week and still be making hundreds more than I do in my current job. It's too bad you have ...
I know, the post title isn't very exciting or funny or clever. Don't blame me, blame the three and a half hour meeting I had this afternoon. Don't we go to work at non-profits so we don't have to sit through three and a half hour meetings? You pay me less, I wear comfy shoes to work and don't deal with meetings; that is the deal, no? Also this particular meeting was three and a half hours, did I mention that?
It is, therefore, not surprising that when I got home I wanted something quick, warm ...
If you're here looking for a sub-$5 meal idea, I have to be up front with you and say that I actually have no idea how much this dinner costs. Maybe you can do it for $5, maybe it costs $100, I don't know. I just know that for me, it was cheap as free because it was made entirely of random food items that were sitting around and for which I had no plans.
Food items that, I might add, comprise some of my all-time favorite edibles: farro, winter squash, onions, cheese and hazelnuts. A warm, comforting, filling ...
Clearly, although my medications seem to be working and I'm a functional human being, things are not 100% normal, or else I would not be feeling the irrational hatred of Comcast, NetGear, BlueHost, Firefox, Apple, WordPress 2.5.1 and every other technological entity that has erected a barrier between me and this post: flames, flames on the side of my face. It's an unholy hatred, one that makes me want to throw a cast-iron skillet at the iMac. Which I will refrain from doing only for the skillet's sake, because it's seasoned really nicely and I'd hate to have to ...
I can't get a fucking signal and I'm about to put my head through the wall. It was all I could do to get this page to load to post these three fucking words about why I can't get the Smackdown up tonight, let alone upload pictures and write more than two sentences. I was too wiped from work to smack down tonight, and then I got myself to do it ANYWAY, and now I can't even write the fucking ENTRY. FUCKITY FUCK.
Also I am cranky.
I hate Comcast.
In the meantime, why not read about some things that probably happened ...