My posts don't always accompany photos. Why? Any number of reasons:
1) Dead Camera Battery!
2) My kitchen is so small and cluttered, I don't want anyone to see it.
3) I'm hungry--no time for photos!!!
4) Having dinner with friends, down by the pool, I forget my camera.
5) Cannabis can make you forget things.
6) I forgot.
7) wait, what?
I get caught up in what I'm doing, get caught in some weird rhythm, and realize...I should have taken a picture!!! Ugh.
Then, I get weird about it, pondering the excess of 'food photography'--having so much food, so many healthy, nutritious choices, taking pictures of it seems vulgar, obscene, almost perverted..and my thoughts turn to those who don't have anything to eat. Refugees, fleeing their homeland with nothing but a small bag of personal belongings for each family member. My heart aches, then sinks.
Watch the news...Native Alaskans, living in a 3rd world country, America--ice is melting, livelihood is dying, their food source retreats to colder temperatures...whales, caribou...and although they know there's money in them there waters, black gold, beneath the ocean floor, they also know that an accident, one disastrous catastrophe, could wipe them out. Ugh.
just not in the mood...
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Air Freshner
Although it's not a recipe for food, it is a recipe! And, to keep this place from being some 'household tips' Suzie Homemaker kinda crap, there's an added bonus at the end...
In the process of trying to preserve the teeniest bit of one of my favorite fabric & air freshener scents, thyme and fig, I remember I had just emptied--save a few more squirts--a Montage bottle.
Those of you who had never had the pleasure of standing next to me in my element have no idea that it's my signature scent, plus the ever loved/hated, patchouli. Most people, newly exposed to this exotic and unfamiliar scent revel in the fact that 1) It smells so damn good! 2) It's one of the most unusual scents ever experienced by their olfactory. Unless they don't like it. BEWARE--These people are mutants, aliens, or have perfume sensitivities. Regardless, they are not to be trusted. Don't take advice, ride shotgun, or borrow sugar from these people.
Since I already had the lemongrass out in the prior experiment, I gathered the majority of patchouli bottles stashed around here. One is the fresh, airy, clean top notes, the other, is the earthy, sensual, and mystical. Surely you can guess which one is which, eh?
To replicate, use lemongrass & patchouli. If you want to venture out and do your own thing, that's cool. Just use your favorite oils. I don't mind. No really, everyone's their own person, just like everybody else.
You will need:
--empty bottle w/ squirt nozzle
--alcohol or vodka ( no judgment here)
--essential oils
--water
It might have been helpful had I kept count of specific amounts, even in drops, or at the very least, general descriptions, but, no. I teetered between patchouli heavy, and lemongrass dominant. The scent I wanted to achieve wasn't presenting itself at all. A couple times, I feel I was getting really close, but a streak of perfectionism or even possibly greed made me spiral out of control and ended up in mad-scientist mode.
After going to all that trouble, what I got ended up less like a magic potion of ethereal bliss and more like Poop-pourri. You know, that stuff you buy in boutiques that you spray in the toilet so your business stench doesn't attack the next person entering the restroom with a sucker punch to the nose. Also, it makes good bug spray.
You're welcome!
In the process of trying to preserve the teeniest bit of one of my favorite fabric & air freshener scents, thyme and fig, I remember I had just emptied--save a few more squirts--a Montage bottle.
Those of you who had never had the pleasure of standing next to me in my element have no idea that it's my signature scent, plus the ever loved/hated, patchouli. Most people, newly exposed to this exotic and unfamiliar scent revel in the fact that 1) It smells so damn good! 2) It's one of the most unusual scents ever experienced by their olfactory. Unless they don't like it. BEWARE--These people are mutants, aliens, or have perfume sensitivities. Regardless, they are not to be trusted. Don't take advice, ride shotgun, or borrow sugar from these people.
Since I already had the lemongrass out in the prior experiment, I gathered the majority of patchouli bottles stashed around here. One is the fresh, airy, clean top notes, the other, is the earthy, sensual, and mystical. Surely you can guess which one is which, eh?
To replicate, use lemongrass & patchouli. If you want to venture out and do your own thing, that's cool. Just use your favorite oils. I don't mind. No really, everyone's their own person, just like everybody else.
You will need:
--empty bottle w/ squirt nozzle
--alcohol or vodka ( no judgment here)
--essential oils
--water
It might have been helpful had I kept count of specific amounts, even in drops, or at the very least, general descriptions, but, no. I teetered between patchouli heavy, and lemongrass dominant. The scent I wanted to achieve wasn't presenting itself at all. A couple times, I feel I was getting really close, but a streak of perfectionism or even possibly greed made me spiral out of control and ended up in mad-scientist mode.
After going to all that trouble, what I got ended up less like a magic potion of ethereal bliss and more like Poop-pourri. You know, that stuff you buy in boutiques that you spray in the toilet so your business stench doesn't attack the next person entering the restroom with a sucker punch to the nose. Also, it makes good bug spray.
You're welcome!
Thursday, September 3, 2015
Stuffed Jalepeno Peppers
Clearly, a glutton for punishment, I decided to handle hot peppers again. After the hatch chile incident of recent history, you'd think I'd just say no. Wrong. Apparently I love the feeling of lava pouring from my fingertips and I won't rest until my entire face is on fire, with the possibility of accidentally being blinded by capsicum. Good times!
I thought by baking and seeding them, they would be fine. I should have done some research, but I was too caught up in what I was doing to be a responsible adult. Who has time for Google? I'm busy dousing myself with gasoline. You gotta match?
My plan to stuff them with roast and cheddar cheese was thwarted when the Big Guy brought home cream cheese. Ah well, cheese would end up being the least of my worries, and as it turns out, cream cheese has more fire extinguishing properties.
After stuffing and wrapping with bacon, I arranged then in a metal pie pan & covered with foil to warm on the grill--just enough to make the cheese ooey gooey.
Despite the fact that I was dipping my hands in ice water, complaining about those damn peppers, everyone in our party put them in their face because people are beyond logical sometimes. They were so popular in fact, some of my neighbors attempted to make them, and we ate them. Again.
What the hell is wrong with my friends?
I thought by baking and seeding them, they would be fine. I should have done some research, but I was too caught up in what I was doing to be a responsible adult. Who has time for Google? I'm busy dousing myself with gasoline. You gotta match?
My plan to stuff them with roast and cheddar cheese was thwarted when the Big Guy brought home cream cheese. Ah well, cheese would end up being the least of my worries, and as it turns out, cream cheese has more fire extinguishing properties.
After stuffing and wrapping with bacon, I arranged then in a metal pie pan & covered with foil to warm on the grill--just enough to make the cheese ooey gooey.
Despite the fact that I was dipping my hands in ice water, complaining about those damn peppers, everyone in our party put them in their face because people are beyond logical sometimes. They were so popular in fact, some of my neighbors attempted to make them, and we ate them. Again.
What the hell is wrong with my friends?
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Mmmm...what's cooking?
Bacon is sizzling in the oven, mushrooms are simmering on the stove and it smells soooo good in here I just wanna cuss!!! Shit, damn, hell! Tool is yammering on about The Pot on slacker radio, Tex is crashed on his daybed/windowseat. It's pizza & salad night, yo!
Cremini shrooms were on sale for 69 cents! I thought I'd go ahead and cook these & freeze in small batches for steaks & whatnot, then go back to get another batch to do up for cream of mushroom soup! Still too hot outside, but it's a comin' around the corner!
Did you know that Cremini mushrooms are just the middlemen of the white and portabella mushroom varieties? It's all the same, just cultivated at different stages in their development...and they taste a little different, depending on what stage they are presented to you. The white ones sat right next to these for $1.59, so...yeah!
Did you also know the world's favorite fungi was once considered 'peasant' food? Seems odd to someone like myself who grew up seeing them more as a delicacy, but this was only because my mother is a mycophobe...she doesn't like the texture, or the smell, much less the taste which is how I got spaghetti sauce on the ceiling once, a story for another day.
I'm floundering. I've been writing all day. Me no write no good no more.
Above: 3 pkgs of Cremini Mushrooms
Cremini shrooms were on sale for 69 cents! I thought I'd go ahead and cook these & freeze in small batches for steaks & whatnot, then go back to get another batch to do up for cream of mushroom soup! Still too hot outside, but it's a comin' around the corner!
Did you know that Cremini mushrooms are just the middlemen of the white and portabella mushroom varieties? It's all the same, just cultivated at different stages in their development...and they taste a little different, depending on what stage they are presented to you. The white ones sat right next to these for $1.59, so...yeah!
Did you also know the world's favorite fungi was once considered 'peasant' food? Seems odd to someone like myself who grew up seeing them more as a delicacy, but this was only because my mother is a mycophobe...she doesn't like the texture, or the smell, much less the taste which is how I got spaghetti sauce on the ceiling once, a story for another day.
I'm floundering. I've been writing all day. Me no write no good no more.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Groceries
The key to eating well is shopping well. The key to shopping well is planning well, and well...sometimes I. Just. Don't. feel like it! UGH! I just want to grab and go, not in the mood to decide what I want to eat, much less make for others to eat for an entire week...then, Kitchen Karma brings her lesson swiftly & savagely...giving you 2 and a half decent meals and the rest is all crappy hors d'oeurves because you didn't plan properly baby!
This cycle is never-ending for me...
I cook and cook and cook some more. Then I'm bored. I don't want to cook, I crave burgers, pizza, and if it's Sunday, bigot chicken is all I can think about! I get lazy, we order out, and I hate it. We go out to eat, and that disappoints me as well, I can do much better at home with better ingredients and way cheaper, so to retaliate, I cook. And here we go again.
A well-stocked pantry is also key, but holy hell, tell that to the Big Guy, he has to haul groceries up 3 flights of stairs! When cans of crushed marzano tomatoes are on sale, he won't speak to me for the rest of the day after shopping. Or beans, or fizzy water...beer's okay though...imagine that.
Then there's the issue of actually having all you need for the entire week, this lends to not having any damn counter space! Dios Mio!
The struggle is real...
This cycle is never-ending for me...
I cook and cook and cook some more. Then I'm bored. I don't want to cook, I crave burgers, pizza, and if it's Sunday, bigot chicken is all I can think about! I get lazy, we order out, and I hate it. We go out to eat, and that disappoints me as well, I can do much better at home with better ingredients and way cheaper, so to retaliate, I cook. And here we go again.
A well-stocked pantry is also key, but holy hell, tell that to the Big Guy, he has to haul groceries up 3 flights of stairs! When cans of crushed marzano tomatoes are on sale, he won't speak to me for the rest of the day after shopping. Or beans, or fizzy water...beer's okay though...imagine that.
Then there's the issue of actually having all you need for the entire week, this lends to not having any damn counter space! Dios Mio!
The struggle is real...
No sound advice, helpful tips, or awesome recipes, just griping! Times like these, I am reminded, there's a reason bitchin' rhymes with kitchen!
And yet, cooking is one of my favorite things to do. Something is really wrong with me. Maybe I'll have it checked out. Maybe not.
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