2003-12-05 & 11:47 p.m. : the ____ of _____
holy fucking shit, you guys. it's the Winter of Baking! summer was the Summer of Meat, and now, i'm in the midst of the Winter of Baking! it started a couple weeks ago when i decided i was going to bake cookies for my penpal to send for his birthday. first i made oatmeal apple cinnamon cookies, but i didn't send them (next time i'll substitute apple juice concentrate for the honey. they came out just this side of "too chewy"). then i made good ol' chocolate chip cookies with ghirardelli dark chocolate and hazelnuts. too many hazelnuts, vika dumped the whole bag in. but they came out heavenly, if not a little nutty, and i sent them to the pp and to niki, who said she loved them, but probably would say that no matter what because she's a sweet girl. then last night we made biscuits and mushroom-miso gravy. people! get up on this shit, yo! it's so good. it's good for dinner (i like it with sauteed greens like chard or something) or for breakfast (warm up that winter morning!) or in the middle of the night when the grumblies have taken ahold of your stomach and won't let you sleep. and it's good for you! and vegans! you can eat them too! even the biscuits! and tonight i made cookies again (ghirardelli semi-sweet chips and HALF a bag of hazelnuts this time, for balance), i have a whole plate of them and have only eaten one-half of one. i like sweets, but i'm not crazy over them. i mostly wanted to send vika home with some, and maybe i'll mail some to jon and niki if i don't sleep too late to want to go to the post. but mostly mostly i wanted my apt to be warm and smell like fresh-baked cookies. next, i want to make a cake. preferably a yellow-with-chocolate-frosting-cake. which is my favorite. and maybe i'll learn a pie too. vika knows how to make a crust, i am just worried that my weak arms won't be able to pull it off. but hopefully it won't take long to build up my baking-muscles. after that i'd like to bake strawberry something. because i love pink. speaking of which, have you heard the new incredible moses leroy cd? hello perfect indie-pop album of the year! i want to find ron fountenberry on the streets of san francisco and bring him a nice warm plate of cookies! and then make it happen with him. *******update********
thanks to the luau girl, and the fact that i have little in the way of friends up here ('cept for vika, and she's all workin' now and has to wake up early and shit), i have been spending the last few hrs DISCOVERING NEW CORNERS OF THIS OL' INTERNATIONAL NETWORK TO PLAY AROUND IN! holy craps, doods, i know it's like, i don't know what, but i fucking LOVE the internet. i love it i love it i love it i love it i love it. granted, the ladies are a little too "model-y" for my taste (read=ladies, please eat some mashed potatoes and gravy. some biscuits? something, jesus. most of the world likes to see a little junk in the trunk, even if you're driving a mini, ok?), but the set called "meeting" is so good. dirty! but in a good way. do not call the aspca, i am sure that no chiuaus were harmed in the making of that photo. just roll your cursor over the lines until you find one you like. warning: in real life you will never meet people who look like this, and if you do, you'll probably be doing their dry cleaning, serving their coffee, or just find yourself speechless. not because, like, you should be speechless in the face of physical beauty, but because these people are freaky alien genetic mutations from outerspace. and it's totally ok to be speechless in the face of freaky alien genetic mutations from outerspace. highlight: confusion, shock, horror, doods with smooth chests and hairy shins. exit wound and his simple movie reviews are good and right on most of the time. *music - |