Monthly Archives: May 2008

i love quick time harch

Here we are again. Tomorrow is my “compressed day”, meaning I have the day off and a four day weekend. The day was almost a good one – I let a very junior and useless employee get to me today. I’m a short timer in this department – I’ve been transferred to much greener pastures and am just waiting for them to find nice space for me at the headquarters. Accordingly, the old administrative staff is taking out their frustrations on the one person they no longer have to be nice to.

The good part of the day involved the short walk to get lunch at Cowgirl Creamery. CC usually makes two kinds of sandwiches for lunch – a vegetarian or a meat option. Today there was a “special option”: pork pate with sliced cornichons and lightly dressed field greens. It was fantastic. After spending the better part of my afternoon with my office door closed (I generally don’t advocate closed doors in office settings but it was either close the door or let my anger overcome me) I headed out a little early to the weekly farmer’s market where I picked up a delicious quiche ever: For $24, the baker has an applewood smoked bacon and spinach quiche made with a very nice gruyere. I also bought some baby bella mushrooms as they are nice for stuffing, and a pretty bunch of flowers. The quiche is pretty huge and makes 2-3 meals for us both. It may seem expensive, but I get six healthy slices out of that quiche for $4 a pop – really an excellent deal considering the quality and quantity.

Its game night for Teh Smitten, so while he geeks out next to me I’m, well, geeking out by blogging next to him. We’re really quite the pair. Teh Smit is very funny while he games. He’s playing some sort of cyberpunk adventure game online and via conference call with a few people across the US and world. He uses different voices for his character, makes little machine gun noises and such (he has been yammering on about “distant lizards”? “rats ate his pants”? “armor chafes with no pants”? really?). It makes him happy so it makes me happy.

What are our weekend plans, you ask? Well, tomorrow I will be taking care of important business such as the dry cleaning, the CVS and the Schneiders (local awesome purveyor of wine and spirits ). If I do anything tomorrow, I must get more booze – we are in need of Stone’s Green Ginger Wine, which is incredibly refreshing served over ice. We also need dark spiced rum so we can make Dark and Stormy’s. If we’re lucky tomorrow, we’ll have another Thin Man movie to watch and drink to (along with?). Saturday we have reservations for the soft launch of Sticky Rice – purveyor of sushi and tater tots! Within walking distance! So much woot, so little time. Sunday will be spent at the home of the Chef and his Clever Girlfriend, and Monday with Teh Smitten’s parents eating fresh crabs at their Chesapeake home.

If I’m smart, I’ll get to the CVS too. I learned that I haven’t been taking the synthroid correctly, which has probably resulted in a lack of proper absorption. I didn’t realize I had to avoid all forms of calcium within 4 hours of taking it. I also learned that I need to be taking several vitamins and other supplements. 16.5 days till we leave on vacation. Hopefully a combination of taking this medication properly, taking vitamins and vacation will help with this hamster heart situation.

I leave you all with a favorite scene from a Mel Brooks movie – it was Empress Nympho or Lily Von Schtupp. Who doesn’t love quick time harch?

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business hours are over

I realize that the Conchords are not new, but this video makes me happy:

Mr. Odney reminded me about their brilliance on his Facebook page, which brings me to another – more complicated – subject:  the Politics of Facebook.

I joined Facebook to see what the fuss was about and quickly got sucked into the insanity of its vampire application and scrabulous.  Mr. Odney has posted about the awkwardness of Facebook previously.  Click here to see the link to the British interpretation of Facebook (I wonder if posting that video to one’s Facebook page would cause the world to implode), and here to read his originating post about hitting the 100 friend mark.

Apparently, there is this unwritten rule that you must accept all friend requests.  Now, this wouldn’t be an issue if you could just hide your profile but that would fly in the face of the whole point of social networking.  Till now I have happily accepted all friend requests, especially since I get points for each person I “bite” via the vampire application.  Until now.  Just recently I received a friend request from someone with whom I attended high school.  It took me a while to figure out who this person was as they appear to have changed their first name (actually, they’re not going by their nickname anymore).  Unfortunately, this person grated on me a bit (no, DSR, not talking about you – you’re a doll) so I am loathe to accept the request.  Not even for the vampire points.  (Or the damnable Pirate v. Ninja application which I have also added in return for a friend who agreed to become a vampire minion.  I am that serious about it.)

So, for any Facebook users – what is the protocol?  If I hit “ignore” is the requester any the wiser?  I hate perpetuating high school bullshit cliquishness, but jeebus.  There is a reason I only keep up with a handful of the 425 people I graduated with.

Also, any of you on it?  If so, let’s be friends!  Vampire friends!

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i not essposed to be doing this!

How nice that they now have a place to put her.

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haunted iPod

Good lord.  iPod shuffle comes up with the oddest selections.  Cure, Police, Mr. Odney selections (he makes some great mixes), some stuff I’ve never heard before, Shakira and then George Thorogood.  Sometimes I have a hard time believing this is my iPod.  Where and when did I get half this stuff?  Teh Smitten looks at me in disbelief when I ask him whats playing.  Seriously.  I just said “What the hell is this?” He pokes me in the arm and says, “Its yours, baby.  Sounds like Donovan.”  I’ve never even heard this song before, but it is followed up perfectly by the Zombies (“Is this the dream you’re crying for?”), and then by Gogol Bordello which seems to go well with everything.  Does anyone else experience the work of iPod goblins?

Tomorrow I take off for three days of meetings in Chicago.  Well, not really in Chicago, but a quarter mile from O’Hare.  The back is better thanks to some sort of scary anti-inflammatories that can cause kidney failure if you take them more than five days and some flexoril (I hardly notice the flexoril – since when did muscle relaxants become so boring?).  Since I’m the coordinator, I don’t get any time to myself – even the evenings are dedicated to work stuff.  A shame, as it would have been nice to see EB.

May 18 will be the anniversary of my first date with Teh Smit.  How have 51 weeks passed already?  At this moment, he is playing Scrabulous with me and buying little organizing things for our wee kitchen.

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hell: now even fresher!

Every few years my lower back likes to give out.  Teh Smitten brought home some of those sticky Ben-Gay (go ahead and make your jokes, you infants) patches and stuck a couple on me.  Sexy!  I had to cancel seeing Carmencita tonight its so bad.  Ah, the indignities of age.

Adding to my overall feeling of swellness, I had to go and try my hand at being Nora Charles on Saturday night.  Netflix delivered After the Thin Man last week and we celebrated Friday by watching and drinking along, and then I tried it in public on Saturday at The Argonaut.  Incidentally, a young Jimmy Stewart is in that movie – had no idea.  Suffice to say, I cannot keep up with the amazing Nora.  Thirty-seven year olds should not do shots.  They should stick to one drink at a time.  They should have glasses of water for each alcoholic beverage.  They should sneak liters of water on the sly and just cheat to make people think they have livers of iron.

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what to do with $20 worth of morels

I stuffed some girlscout cookies into Teh Smitten this morning and made him run to Eastern Market with me to pick up some necessary ingredients for a very nice brunch this afternoon.

I settled on a recipe incorporating asparagus, morels and eggs – an Easter brunch recipe that required fresh chives, thyme, creme fraiche, and shallots.

asparagus, butter and English thyme

We trimmed and peeled the asparagus, dabbed them with a bit of butter, sea salt and fresh English thyme.  I cooked 5-6 in aluminum foil packets at 350 for 30 minutes.

I soaked the mushrooms first in cold water (no salt – heard that salt makes morels slimy) for a couple hours.  Then I rinsed them, squeezed them dry, cut off the stems and quartered them into smaller pieces.

We diced a tablespoon of the shallot and “sweated” it in about 3 tablespoons of butter.  Then I added the morels and sauteed for a couple minutes.

Afterwards, I scrambled the eggs in a double boiler – this was a first for me.  You have to stir constantly.  When done, I added about a tablespoon of chives and 1.5 of creme fraiche (and salt and pepper to taste).

We sliced up the loaf of raisin bread and threw it in the oven to toast.

To round everything off, I picked up a fruit salad at Marvelous Market.  The morels were served on top of the eggs.

I am rarely proud of my cooking efforts.  Its mortifying to not cook things like chicken breast well.  I definitely did the morels justice.  We had a glass of sauvignon blanc with it.  Now I am going to go join Teh Smitten for a nap.

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gigantic morels

sweet fancy moses You see the size of these morels? I spent $20 for these five giant morels at the local (to work) Penn Quarter Farmers Market. I also picked up some locally grown parsley, local honey, gazpacho, a small loaf of raisin bread (which makes some very solid yet delicious french toast) and a bunch of what Teh Smitten likes to call “alien flowers”. I ain’t no regular posey sort of gal. My flowers have to be strange lookin’.

But seriously, check out those mushrooms. My dad used to take us hunting for morels in the park across from our subdivision when I was a kid. He’d coat them in flour and fry them in butter, and they were delicious. I’m thinking about doing about the same, or scrambling them gently with eggs. Any ideas? My grandmother would soak them in saltwater beforehand. I know that I need to wash them carefully, and read something about needing to get rid of any “critters”.

Also, Amazon.com is selling 4 oz of morels for $48. Wow. Alien flowers below.

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