maybe the third one will come later.
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maybe the third one will come later. blogged from my iphone.
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you know, for three little letters, "yet" is a big word. so full of possibility and dread.
so, emily and i were in our mint-green-hybrid-camry-car service-car, and she says: "is that willem dafoe?" and low and behold, it was. he's actually pretty short. here's a picture of him that i didn't take myself. but it's what he looked like through the mint-green-hybrid-camry-car service-car window. only older. ... at your picture sometimes and thinks, "damn."
blogged from my iphone. i'm an angry typer.
i type angry. it's like my words stab the keyboard through my fingers so that hopefully you can feel the severity of my words through your screen in the backs of your eyeballs. well, not you. the recipient of that email. or the haters who passed embarrassment one. or if you have a battitude. actually, i like daria .. texas faux pho: half vietnamese soup, half texan delight, all paleo diet — this dish will stick to your ribs but not to your gut ... what you'll need: 3 lbs bone-in beef short ribs 32 oz beef stock 1 yellow onion 1 stick fresh ginger 1 bunch celery 2 (fresh) bay leaves 1 lemon 1 bulb garlic 1 bunch cilantro 1 container button mushrooms 1 bunch swiss chard 1 bottle of wine you think tastes good 3 limes 1 jalapeno 1 purple onion 1 head lettuce 1 heirloom tomato champagne vinegar avocado oil salt and pepper (emphasis on the salt) i already modified my own recipe. sue me. i got 1.5 lbs bone-in short ribs and 1.5 lbs boneless short ribs. why? that's what the harris teeter had. i like the bone-in because bone adds more flavor. for bone-in, bring them to a rapid boil (in just enough water to cover them) for five minutes and drain. see how it got all foamy? you want to get rid of that.
ok, so, here's my nifty little trick: eat a salad. if you're like me, you left work at "normal" work-leaving-time and went to the grocery store and then put groceries away before ever even thinking about starting the soup and you're hungry. so, let's make a salad. i like to theme my salads off what i'm making, so mine is pretty texan. but you can do what you want. i washed and tore my lettuce, then finely chopped a quarter of my tomato and a couple slices of purple onion. then i made a dressing of champagne vinegar, avocado oil, finely diced jalapeno and cilantro, lime juice, and salt and pepper. if it's too bitter, add a dash of sugar. after an hour, if you taste what's in the pot, you won't die. but you won't like it either. wash and cut off the top portion of your bunch of celery, including the leave, and throw it in the pot with the bay leaves. knife four holes in the lemon, after rolling on the counter with the heel of your hand until soft, and throw it into the pot whole. peel the entire bulb of garlic. yes the entire bulb. and throw it in as well. cover and simmer another hour and a half, or more. this is the point that it always gets dicey for me. i want this stock to taste great, but i haven't added salt yet. salt is so key. so i usually break down and put in a bullion cube or two. up to you. strain everything out of the broth and return the broth to the pot. pick the meat out and discard everything else — after using tongs to squeeze the heated juice out of the lemon. shred the meat and throw it back into the pot. wash and slice your mushrooms, once the stems are removed. throw them on into the pot. i like cilantro. i know there are those people who's tastebuds have been tricked into thinking it tastes like soap. i feel bad for those people. pick as many leaves as you want, give them a light chop and throw them into the pot. simmer another five minutes.
too good not to share: our art buyer quite innocently said to a room full of women, "i just don't know if i can pull out of her." he meant a contract.
of course, my mind went straight to the gutter ... you know what's freaking unsettling? when you're in line in a public place, like a coffee shop or the DMV, and a perfect stranger looks right at you and asks a question. it doesn't matter what it is — "are you fucking kidding me?" "how are the kids?" "was it dog shit?" — you're taken aback. you fluster around for an answer and finally say "yeah." or "me?"
then they point to their ear and mouth, "phone." or, they roll their eyes and turn away and you notice the tiny device in their ear with a wire snaking into their collar and figure they're secret service. or, they're crazy. like batshit crazy. and now you're involved in a conversation with a person who's crazy. hmm, i'd rather that than an asshole on the phone. i mean, don't make eye contact with me, asshole. this is the real world. that shit could get you killed in some places ... |
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