apropos of nothing
Dec. 11th, 2006 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanMy index finger nail just tore off, halfway down the bed. No blood, but much ow. Welcome to Monday.
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I love Anthony Bourdain. I do't think I'd like him all that much (he'd probably try to get me to eat a whole cobra, or something) but I do love him.
"Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself."
I'm sort of bummed I won't be around for the season premier of No Reservations on New Year's Day. I may have to eat something really exotic and cringe-worthy to make up for it.
Am thinking about this because I spent a lot of yesterday cooking. Made my first chicken stew, which came out quite tasty, if not quite stew-perfect. Boomer made his best Pitiful Starving Me effort to get the bones, but no go. Also made cinnamon-chocolate cookies, which I'm told need more chocolate, and a batch of raisin scones. Am contemplating my collection of truffle recipes, which will probably please those coming for Channukah dinner.
See, for me, when the book needs a break, I get the urge to cook. And once I cook, I must then clean. By the time I'm through with all the steps, I'm usually ready to go back to the book.
*frowns at book* *frowns at recipes*
*frowns at calandar with Important Dates marked on it, and goes back to book*
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I love Anthony Bourdain. I do't think I'd like him all that much (he'd probably try to get me to eat a whole cobra, or something) but I do love him.
"Meals make the society, hold the fabric together in lots of ways that were charming and interesting and intoxicating to me. The perfect meal, or the best meals, occur in a context that frequently has very little to do with the food itself."
I'm sort of bummed I won't be around for the season premier of No Reservations on New Year's Day. I may have to eat something really exotic and cringe-worthy to make up for it.
Am thinking about this because I spent a lot of yesterday cooking. Made my first chicken stew, which came out quite tasty, if not quite stew-perfect. Boomer made his best Pitiful Starving Me effort to get the bones, but no go. Also made cinnamon-chocolate cookies, which I'm told need more chocolate, and a batch of raisin scones. Am contemplating my collection of truffle recipes, which will probably please those coming for Channukah dinner.
See, for me, when the book needs a break, I get the urge to cook. And once I cook, I must then clean. By the time I'm through with all the steps, I'm usually ready to go back to the book.
*frowns at book* *frowns at recipes*
*frowns at calandar with Important Dates marked on it, and goes back to book*
