4 posts tagged “cooking”
so my husband is a vegetarian, so i quit making full on roasted chicken since we started dating. sunday, i decided to make one because i'm the brokest of them all and a chicken can stretch for a week of meals.
welp! it was kind of a disaster.
i began by putting too many vegetables underneath the bird and then they said to me when it should have been fully cooked, "u iz stupids." they did not lie. i cooked those mo fo's 4evahs. they got done eventually as did the chicken, but i was full from all the chips & whoppers i was snacking on due to delicious smell that was eminating from my oven. it was an unmitigated disaster. then, i made some chicken stock from de bones and that yeilded 2 cups. 2 f-ing cups after having gone to town on that cooking for 3 hours. total cooking time on my one day off: 4 1/2 hours. total meals i will have for the week: 6. oh the disappointment.
this was a dumb post.
no! you're a dumb post.
you owe it to yourself to try this recipe. so you've opened it and you've thought - ok, michele. whatever. but instead of following it EXACTLY - double the cheese part ... yeah, now you're saying - um that's not light, michele! but if you use FAT-FREE ricotta and REDUCED FAT mozzarella, its um, still a little better ... also, you maybe will used more than 8 cooked lasagna noodles ...
hey! would someone just double all of it, like i meant to do until i realized that i only had about 7 tomatoes? you know for me and my knowledge in my head. thanks. or don't and just enjoy that shit. it was/is amazing - i'm having it for lunch today.
later today, i've got a book i finished - i've been so slow lately. i'll be reviewing later. spoiler: i enjoyed it!
This weekend was gracious like a nice lady offering lemonade as she watched you mow her lawn. Gentle and kind (unlike mowing the lawn ... focus on the lemonade part), Stan & I did the puttering around that you do when you don't have anything pressing. We vacuumed up enough hair to make another kitten or two and breakfast of pancakes on Saturday and grits/bacon for me & eggs/faux sausage for he on Sunday. I love weekend breakfasts. I'm not a huge pancake fan because I'm a savory sort, but he likes it and I like to pretend that we're grown-ups who pay our rent on time.
It was also the birthday of a kid friend of ours ... the kid turned two so it was a bunch of the taller sort of kids sitting around while he opened his toys. He got a Mr. Potato-Head & an awesome pirate ship & some buildy blocks thing. He got more than that, but that's what I was focused on. Me and my wine spritzer just sat and dreamt of a time when we too could build a castle. My wine spritzer and me! Oh, the places we go.
On Saturday night, I made this AMZAING FUCKING DISH. Chris, you do the ww, right? Make this and then truly, truly, truly know happiness. I think I tripled the garlic again. I love the garlic. It's also aok without the vodka. I've been doing a lot of pasta dishes lately because Stan is a vegitarian. My advice? Never fall in love with a vegitarian. I'm kidding, mostly. On Sunday, I roasted asparagus, made these garlic mashed potatoes and a steak for me and some faux chicken for he.
I really like food.
So! This coming Saturday, we're going to Virginia Beach. We're staying with his family on the beach in the room with two beds (last row of pictures). I know we ain't married or nothings, but um, we live together (1), we're engaged (2) and we paid for the room (3) ... Mostly, I just like to have something to bitch about. So, thank you! I'm pretty sure we're going to have a rocking time and if it gets too 'family' I can just leave the house and sit on the beach with some beers. Oh, beach, I love you. Why do you have to be so far away from me. Beers, thanks for always being near at hand.
Recently, I got to start sitting at the big kids table. The problem is, I don't know anyone here. And, I feel awkward asking for the salt. Metaphor aside, I got signed with an agent. Yes, my first post is me fucking being that person. What of it - it's on my mind. A lot. I'm scared. And there are two women with 'my' agent who I want to ask questions to but I feel so weird. What I need to know/want to know (and I can't see the difference right now between need and want) is WHAT HAPPENS NOW? I've been waiting for my big <vmt> break for 15 years and now the big kids table has been set with a spot for me and I have no idea what to do with my soup spoon.
In other news, I have really nothing planned this weekend except looking @ The New Leaf Cafe as a potential place to get the hitched as the kids are saying these days. You know, those 15 year olds that are getting married left and right.
Do you eat? Because if you do you should totally put this in your mouth and say THANK YOU! to G*d & summer which I guess are one and the same? I don't know.
This is the recipe from a place on the internet, but if you make it, please make sure you triple the garlic. And if anyone complains of the healthy vapors pouring off you, send them to me.
So, yeah. This is me.
