August 24th, 2006
|10:08 pm - Potpourri of Minutiae|
1. If someone would like to organize an intervention for me, I'd sure appreciate it. The grocery store had a two-for-one special on 6 oz. bottles of Tobasco sauce last week, so I took advantage of it. I emptied the first bottle tonight, and nobody else here has been eating it. Something about that isn't right.
2. Jason's moving out. Why? Short answer: Fate has screwed him out of a reasonable standard of living. No, it wasn't his fault, so much as a whole bunch of life conspiring against him. He's moving to Appleton to live with his girlfriend. We'll miss him. And his rent. And his free cable. Oh, well. He still feels awkward about being the only smoker in the house, so I've promised to "see what I can do" about changing that during his final week and a half.
3. That 500-page vegetarian cookbook my mom gave me turned out to be a godsend tonight when I decided to do something with that eggplant in the fridge. "Something" turned out to be a casserole, the odor from which brought ribsinbacon into the kitchen earlier. Which is too bad, since he can't eat it. Sure, the main ingredients are eggplant and tomatoes, but it's also got eggs, cheese, olives, and all sorts of other things he won't (or (more accurately) can't) eat. His loss -- it's delicious, and it helped me use up some of the basil, too. All of these vegetables are coming from my parents' garden, which means that next week you can hear me complain about how hard it is to think of something to do make beets. Possibly borscht. Probably not.
Current Mood: pretty good
Current Music: The White Stripes -- Girl, You Have No Faith in Medicine
Colin, have you been drinking the tobasco out of the bottle? Or putting it in a bowl and eating it with a spoon? If you have done neither of these things, you do not need an intervention. You might need some counseling if you've been putting it on ice cream but not an intervention.
That's all I have right now.
Colin, have you been drinking the tobasco out of the bottle?
As a matter of fact, I have. Wanna fight about it?
You could pickle the beets and give them to me. My mom likes them, and know I like them. Weird how that works.
Sadly, I ended up not getting beets after all, since I was at their house in Stoughton all day doing wiring. Maybe next week, though. If I do get them, I'll probably follow Lantry's suggestion and steam them, because I actually do like beets -- I'm just still deciding what to do with them.
|Date:||August 28th, 2006 05:45 am (UTC)|| |
I've tried beets in all sorts of ways and hated them every time until I took matters into my own hands and just steamed them. Simple, elegant, tasty. I recommend it. And I'll add my name to any list that forms of people willing to ake them off you hanbs if you decide you don't want them. My daughter loves them.
Sadly, as I told Liz, I didn't end up getting any beets because I was busy doing other things. And actually, I like beets a lot, and am still beating myself up about whether I want to steam them as you suggest (they're pretty yummy that way!) or make borscht. I'm guessing they'll end up steamed because it's so much less work.
|Date:||August 30th, 2006 07:04 pm (UTC)|| |
Well, yeah, that, and borscht sucks.
|Date:||August 30th, 2006 07:10 pm (UTC)|| |
Sez Huzzani and his army.