Friday, May 28, 2010

explanation

You may be aghast at the inexplicable increase of posting lately. Three days of consecutive posts compared to a lot of nothing.

Well.

Let me tell you the reason.

The reason is:

oBvioUS

Can you guess?

(the capitalized letters above happen to spell BUS. Did you notice? This has nothing to do with the reason though. Ha. I'm super tricky like that)

So.

the oBvIOuS reason is...

(that time the caps spell BIOS. If you don't know what BIOS is, then consider yourself lucky)

school is out and I am a free woman till fall!

Yayayaya

Now I can watch this video over and over with no time restraint:


Thursday, May 27, 2010

the decline and fall of the british empire

Is a book. DH is reading it. This is the cover:


4 words:
this photo is hilarious


Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Monday, May 17, 2010

The Egg: one eternal round

So.

Have you ever noticed that the majority of recipes that call for an egg yolk (minus the white) are for dessert?

And another thing.

Have you ever noticed that the majority of recipes that call for an egg white (minus the yolk) are for dessert?

Yes. I have noticed both these things.

Macaroons. Angel food cake.

Pudding. Flan. (Hollandaise sauce is not in this listing. Nor is mayonnaise.)

If one is trying not to waste part of an egg, one is forced to make two desserts. This might be considered a hardship by some. Others might toss the half they don't use.

To this end, I actually spend time looking for non-dessert recipes that use egg whites. If you have some, please share.

I recently discovered that you can freeze egg whites for 12 months and they turn out ok. Egg yolks, not so much though.

Alas.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

more applesauce

I must point out that there are many inaccuracies in my previous post. Trader Joes, I have recently discovered, has more than 2 kinds of applesauce.

At least now you all know how much I think about applesauce.

I also think about grapefruit. A lot.

The end.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Applesauce: important things to know

I adore applesauce. It is my favorite thing to put on top of waffles/pancakes/french toast. It is so refreshing. Sigh.

But not all applesauce is created equal. Safeway, Treetop, and Motts all fall short. Trader Joes actually sells applesauce that is still crunchy! Ew. I made the mistake of buying it again (even though I knew it was evil) and am now repenting while I cook it in a pot on the stove so the chunks become fully cooked and soft. (I must point out that they sell two kinds of applesauce, and their "Big and Chunky" style is tolerable, however, but pricey.)

Sweetened applesauce? What is this world coming to? Would you sprinkle sugar on an orange before you eat it? No. Ew. In the applesauce world, "regular" style applesauce is code for sweetened. Beware!

If one must make due with inferior applesauce, at least make sure it is unsweetened.

But I have made a remarkable discovery. Something so vastly important that I will make a special trip to the store just for applesauce. This remarkable discovery is: Whole foods, 365 brand unsweetened applesauce. The texture is incomparable and amazing. The taste is delicious. Even the glass jar is attractive. It is slightly more expensive than safeway brand, but less expensive than Trader Joe's tolerable "Big and Chunky" style.

Hurrah.

Friday, January 29, 2010

scary movies: the importance of having a pillow

I'm not a fan of violence. Not a fan. Not in real life, or in movies.

The pillow is my constant friend during movies. I can hug it, lean on it, or more often bury my face in it so I can't see what's on screen.

Creepy villains are the worst. If there is any hint of creepiness or nasty unknowns lurking in the shadows, then I grab the pillow. I'm pretty sensitive. Sometimes I even have to go hide in another room. Like that "I am Legend" movie that came out last year? Ew. I went and read a book for the last half hour. Poor DH. When I leave the room I leave him my pillow though. Maybe that helps him get through it.

And yet, in spite of all my avoidance of violent nastiness, I find my eye drawn to roadkill on the freeway. But when I get close enough to see any detail of what it might be, I realize I didn't want to be looking in the first place. I am weird.

So long, and thanks for all the fish.