This afternoon I came home, and was going through my reader when I saw this recipe, shared by Val’s gentleman caller.
(Speaking of my reader, I have been adding links to people who are on my reader. I have a lot of blarghs on there and not enough time to comment a lot, so they may not even know who I am, but I will continue to add more in the future. Check some of them out if you’d like.)
I am not even a major bacon enthusiast, but I really love candied salmon and I imagine candied bacon can only be at least just as delicious.
My lady parts are doing a thing, so I basically want to eat everything. I obsessed over this recipe for a few hours, never closing the tab. Finally, after dinner, I convinced Maine we should go to Safeway to get bacon. (There was not much convincing involved.)
I got orange juice (+1), yogurt (+1), chocolate milk (0 – milk has calcium god damn it), cookies (-2) and uh, the bacon ( -11 000 000 000). In case it is not clear, those are the health points associated with each food. Oh there are gummy worms in there but those are for Maine. We are the pinnacle of health. Pinnacle.
Of course, I am a classy dame so we bought sale bacon.
And I don’t even know what parchment paper is. Tinfoil will do the job I think. Sometimes I make and do, and sometimes I just make do, ok?
You didn’t really think I would measure the sugar, did you? It’s in the oven right now.
In the meantime, I had some chocolate milk and cookies to tide me over. I bought these chocolate covered graham squares cause the other day I had the ones from Starbucks, oh my so delicious. These ones taste like a slice of petroleum. Ick.
Ok so they’re done now. Little bacons. At first when I checked them I was like hmmn this does not look right. They didn’t look crisp enough. But do not panic, they will crisp.
I obviously panicked a bit and left them in for too long. These are good. Perhaps, too good. I had three bacons and now I think I need to cut myself off for the night. Maybe have some fruit.
Damn you, Sean.
P.S. I feel like I should let you guys know I actually ate well for most of the day. Mega fibre bread, peanut butter, an apple. Good things. Promise.
I think I owe you an apology. See the thing is, the first time I tried you, I had you with non-fat milk and no whip. Big mistake. There is no joy in a fat free life, this I know now. So I apologize. You are actually quite delicious when done right.
On the way to get Starbucks tonight (seriously I should not live a block away, it is terrible) I found some chestnuts on the ground. Well I wasn’t sure what they were, but Maine said they were chestnuts. I just thought they looked neat. So on the way back we picked some up and Maine laughed at me for being a crazy person.
Aren’t they beautiful? My intention was to keep them in a bowl for a bit and just admire them. Maybe poke my hand into them, Amelie buttons style. But them Maine pestered me so we are roasting them right now.
Ugh I need to clean the kitchen so hard.
I have never had them before, so we’ll see how it goes. I hope they are not secret poison.
Today I did not accomplish all that I wanted to. I did not make bread because it was too cold and it probably would not have risen properly.
Instead, I braved the monsoon and picked up some 16 grain flourless hippy bread. (Just so you know, the place across the street sells computer parts and also there is a psychic.)
Also picked up a butternut squash to make soup. The knife in the picture is mostly for effect. I used a more respectable knife to hack it up.
Ew my oven is dirty.
The last time I made it, we did not have access to a blender so it was pretty chunky and not very awesome.
This time we did, so it was super more delicious. Also I added cereal cream, I am not sure if this is an ok thing or not.
In the end I think it turned out pretty delicious. Maine ate two bowls along with two slices of hippy bread, so I consider it a success.
Here’s the basic gist if you’re interested:
1. Roast a cut up butternut squash in the oven at 350 F for like 45 minutes or until squishy.
2. Saute onions, add some garlic (I used 4 cloves), and then add the cut up squash.
3. Add some carrots (I used baby ones) and two stalks of celery, and a container of stock (I used chicken).
4. Let it do it’s thing for a while.
5. Add salt, pepper and cinnamon. I eyeball everything so uhhh figure it out.
6. Transfer to blender. Blend.
7. Send back to pot. Add some cream until it is no longer a solid blob of butternut squash goo.
Oh and I just checked on the chestnuts and I think Chris was right. These things are not ripe yet. Ick.
Yesterday I crashed a turkey dinner and it was only somewhat uncomfortable. Mostly because I do not know how to say hello to a person who has been mad at me and has been ignoring me for the last three months.
In case you are wondering, you do not say hello – you say “I’m sorry” when they awkwardly try to climb over the mess you have made on the floor putting together your fibre sample book.
Yes, friends, I brought my homework with me. Look how organized it is! I have not finished – I need to classify everything as either animal, plant or synthetic and probably within those groups I will try to make them alphabetical. Except that one on the bottom left, I am not sure what it is… It was loose in the binder. Eeek. I think it might be bamboo? Maybe I should burn test it!?
Seriously, why didn’t I just go to art school first? I feel like the first part of my educational career was a colossal waste of time (and so so many dollars).
Let’s not talk about dollars, it makes me want to cry.
Did I mention my school is pretty gung ho about the whole “Don’t give each other the swine flu” thing?
So I am still battling with the spinning wheel. Today we went to Birkeland to see if we could get parts there (We can’t. I have to email pics to Ashford – pretty sure the wheel is a Traditional - to see if they can send me some parts). On the way, we saw this store:
Um how can there be so many bibles that you can have a whole store dedicated to them? I mean shouldn’t they mostly be all the same?
In my design class we have to look for examples of design elements. So this is uh, line in nature? We put the images in our sketchbook, which is kind of more of a terrifying scrapbook. (I have never really understood scrapbooking?)
Line in… um. Asphalt?
On the way home, we stopped at Urban Source and I bought so many things. Then we went down to catch the bus and I saw this amazing shirt at Ark (sorry about the glare). Maine says he won’t wear it. He also says he won’t grow a mustache like Eugene’s.
Sad times indeed.
Watching this makes me pretty bummed that I am not going to see them this time around. But man frig the Vogue and frig Ticketmaster’s ridiculous charges. Also I never thought I would say this after I almost died of heat stroke at the !!! show but frig the people who tore down Richards as well. Aren’t there enough over-priced condos in this city?
In completely unrelated news, I am sort of obsessed with the idea of raising some alpacas. So cute! I want to snorgle them so hard.