Posts Tagged ‘rice’

white whale

Saturday, September 17th, 2011


Yesterday I got a (the last!) spot in my favorite parking lot.

It was obviously a sign.

I had a little snack while I walked to my car, so that I’d have enough energy to go to…

Since I had such good luck on campus, I thought maybe I’d try my luck after school at Target. Perhaps they would be restocking the Missoni zigzag sweater coat for the Saturday shoppers!

What. It could happen.

Sadly, the Missoni coats were still MIA. I did get the groceries and stuff that I like to get at Target though – cream cheese (always cheaper there), cotton swabs, stuff like that. Not produce. Never produce. (Why do I feel that Target is less reliable for produce than, say, Albertsons? No idea.)

Also, yes, everything in that picture that isn’t in a Target bag was in my car prior to my shopping trip. It’s all school papers and clothes (eventually) headed for Goodwill.

When I got home I stirred some rice and soy sauce up with an egg in a fry pan. I wanted a little lunch because last night was…


Yeah, I know yesterday was September 16th. Since I’m not entirely sure what the history of Oktoberfest is, I’m not sure that’s wrong, but doesn’t it seem like Oktoberfest should be in October? Silly Louisville.

We ended up heading over there later than I’d expected, so I had a nectarine that had been in the fridge so long it was all wrinkly. It was so amazingly sweet – it literally tasted like I’d dipped each bite in honey.

Maida wanted some too.

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera. I did, however, remember both my phone and the always crucial ID. Dale’s Little Yella Pils for me thank you very much.

The band that was playing when we got there was (were?) The Beloved Invaders.

They’re surf rock.

I sort of feel like Louisville was phoning in the whole Oktoberfest thing.

The food choices were pretty limited.

Along with bratwurst and pizza by the slice, there was this guy – frying up Oreos and funnel cakes like there was no tomorrow.

Since we didn’t feel like sausages, we headed to The Empire for dinner after we’d had our Oktoberfill.

(See what I did there?)

Crockett had a BLAT.

I ate half.

I had a calamari salad.

Crockett ate half.

I guess, if you have someone to share dinner with, the white whale (or Missoni sweater) isn’t that important after all.






lovey dovey day

Wednesday, February 16th, 2011

I have this very similar picture of Crockett, taken in this very kitchen, from about a month after we started dating – our first Valentine’s Cookie Day.

In that one he has flour on his nose. I couldn’t make him repeat that part this time. Partially because he’s cutting up avocados, which are well known for being non-floury.

I made my favorite sugar cookies (recipe from The Good Cookie – my absolute favorite cookie book ever). I don’t alter the recipe as printed at all, so I’m not going to write it down for y’all – just buy the book and use the Decorator Cookies. These are very mildly lemon flavored, perfectly soft, and just delicious.

While the hearts were in the oven, we started Crockett’s new V-Day request. He IM’d me yesterday and specifically requested that we add chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin to our V-Day repertoire.

Oatmeal raisin cookies are of the devil, so we made chocolate chip cookies.

MASSIVE chocolate chip cookies.

On the principle of not messing with a good thing, this is the Nestle recipe. I only make four changes. First, I use dark brown sugar instead of light. Second, I use 1 cup of brown sugar and 1/2 cup of white instead of 3/4 cup of each. Third, I decrease the baking soda (but that’s an altitude thing). Fourth, I use about 1 1/2 cups of chocolate chips instead of 2 cups.

This makes chewy delicious cookies in which you occasionally get a chocolate free bite.

Sometimes I like a chocolate free bite.

I know, I’m a lunatic.

While we waited for the heart cookies to cool enough to decorate, we ate the dinner that Crockett made.

Spicy black beans, brown basmati rice, guacamole, chips, and grilled chicken.

That’s right, we busted out the outdoor grill in February. It was like 60 yesterday.

By we, I mean Crockett.

I was distracted by cookies.

We didn’t do official Valentine’s Day presents, but I consider this guacamole my present.

I ate my weight in it, I’m pretty sure.

We also watched The Social Network.

I found it depressing.

The we decorated cookies! See how layer-y flakey they are? I’m not kidding. Best sugar cookies ever.

We did two styles. One with a pink royal icing…

… and one with a pink cream cheese frosting and crunchy pink sparkles.


Pink pink pink.

Plus, did I not tell you these were gigantic?

You can barely see my hand.

Gigantic chocolate chip cookies, pink cookies, and guacamole.

Best Valentine’s Day ever.

done and done

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

Just kidding.

So not done.

The important parts are mostly organized, though. For example, my office doesn’t look half bad… and of course the cookbooks and liquor are all shiny and appropriately placed.

Because I was on an ‘eat what I want because I’m moving damnit’ kick, I had cake for breakfast (it’s gone now – are you picturing me with a sad face? Because I have one.) and then was starving at 11 so had some steak and mushrooms and rice. Dinner was this stew that isn’t perfect. If I can make it better today with more salt and spices, I’ll hand over the recipe.

rain on your parade indeed

Thursday, November 18th, 2010

After lunch yesterday I packed up my school stuff and the girls and I headed over to Crockett’s, because an occasional change of scenery does the mind good.

He has a lovely little office, but there’s no room for two, so I took over the entire front half of the living room. (I have a lot of stuff.)

It turned into a truly non-Colorado like afternoon. It felt more like Portland (where my little brother lives). If I lived in a grey place I would probably get tired of it, but here were we have our 300+ days of sunshine a year some grey can be calming. It rained on and off for hours, which was fine because I was all FOCUSED.

Over the course of the afternoon I progressed from coffee, to diet Pepsi, to water, to wine. See? FOCUSED.

It takes a lot of focus to do homework through four different beverages.

Ok fine, those two things are not related. But they felt related when I took this picture.

Crockett walked into the kitchen and said ‘should I do that thing you always do? You know, where you just look through your kitchen and decide what to make?’ Apparently I invented that, so next time you do it, drop a check in the mail all right?

No, really. I know where you live.

Ok, that’s not true. I have no idea. Continue winging dinner whenever you feel like it.

Crockett’s what-I-have-laying-around proved to be a tasty baja marinade (baja the flavor? the city? I have no idea, it just said ‘baja’ on the bottle’), chicken, and rice. He put the rice on and got to working his chicken magic, and I rummage through his fridge to find something to pop it up with.

Solution: sweetened flaked coconut and walnuts. I rinsed the sugar off the coconut and threw it in with the rice as it cooked, and toasted and chopped the walnuts.

Verdict? Delicious! Except the rice was a little dry – when I added the coconut I should have added more water.

Easy and tasty solution. Crockett didn’t believe me that it would work with the coconut and nuts, but clearly I have a more sophisticated palette than he does.

Maida knew it was delicious, so she camped out under the coffee table hoping for a spare grain.


Monday dinner

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

This is not paella.
It started as paella. In my head. There was rice and shrimp and sausage.
It ended as rice with shrimp and sausage.
It was still ok.