A Week in Pictures

SO, this week was packed. But I did make sure to take pictures of tasty things and cat things.

DOWOWOW

Weirdest cat in the world. She will actually watch tv and video games.

I'm sad I actually forgot to take pictures of these pretty little things once they were steamed. They're barbecued chicken dumplings, with the dumpling covers made from scratch. I had also made a bottle of home-made red chili oil that I mixed with some soy and vinegar to make a tasty dipping sauce. They lasted maybe... 3 hours before all of their little dumpling cousins and nephews were consumed in our bellies. Poor little dumplings.

Friend with crazed cat. This lady is awesome. We did a girly shopping evening and I found an awesome blue dress that will soon be turned into the BEST Halloween costume. I never plan ahead for those kinds of things then regret it painfully the week of. This year will be different.

 OHMANZ I saw this a few weeks ago and thought, "No... this is too good to be true."
Then. I made it.

Bacon wrapped eggs, baked in a muffin tin with cheese. So bad. So good. 

I had also developed a sweet tooth this week. Picked up some limes and lemons at the store, and made some tasty curd. This lasted for maybe two days. Then I had firmly decided it needed to be married to something pastry and chocolate. 

I also had split my thumb nail across the nailbed a week ago, so squeezing and juicing the citrusy delights was a challenge in and of itself.

PASTRY AND CHOCOLATEZOMG

Housemate approved. I also totally broke the rules and TOTALLY tempered chocolate chips even though they have nasty additives that make it "harder". Totes.

Behold. Lemon-lime curd chocolate tarts. Mmmmmm. Co-workers loved it. I'm going to bring a few more tomorrow to work :3 or else I would eat them all.

This is something the boy whipped up, we had some lentils and barley we hadn't experimented with. He cut up some zuccini and carrots and made a curry stew. SO FILLING. After our serving of them we had about two hours of laying around immobilized by how physically and emotionally FULL we were. That's definitely something that's gonna last more than two days (hopefully).This beautiful creation was made last night, then finished off by 4pm the next day. So sad. Crust from scratch, stuffed with cheese, rolled out by hand (desperately need a real roller though :( ), topped with pepperoni, low-fat mozzarella, and artichoke hearts. I already miss it. The boy said that it was the best home-made pizza he'd ever had. It was greasy and cheesy and wonderful. And I am still mourning its passing. 

 In other news I'm now currently working on revising and pumping out as much 'poesy' as I can. Finally looking to submit to journals hopefully soonly. 

Addendum

Of course as I say I'm signing off the blogosphere. THEY ARE DONE.

My beautiful mini quiche tartlets

 I will eat them all. Actually I was able to stop after 2. They will not last long.

Quiche and Cheesecakes

Elo again.
So, I tend to not use recipes to the exact 't'. Most of the things I've posted on here have been me reading through a few recipes to get a feel of ratios, then just going for it. This was no exception, I found a quick crust recipe, dear god it's wonderful, and then made a simple quiche, with little bits of bacon. I only had a rectangular pan, so I ended up making two things of crust and just making a really big quiche. It was gone within 2 days. Housemate and boy approved.

With it's departure so soon, I have decided to make little quiche pies. Pictures will come soon.

The boy went in for his last day at the theater, and the chocolate chip peanut butter mini cheesecakes were a hit. Ok, I'm signing out, getting out of the kitchen, and doing some homework. Productivity ENGAGE.

Obligatory cat pictures.

A Dream

For some reason the only thing I can think of right now is desert.

I went to Mccormick and Schmicks in downtown Houston with a friends family once, and for desert I got this box o chocolate. Literally, a box frozen solid of dark chocolate, with raspberry syrup, which turned out to be a shell, once it cracked open it revealed this luscious, white chocolate, decadent, mousse filling that converted me to the white chocolate path. I have a muffin tin. Maybe I could make little chocolate mousse boxes.

My birthday is coming up soon. Would it be weird for me to make something for myself for my own birthday?

Lazy Productivity

I have a problem. Everyday I start what making something that ends up being atleast a 3 hour commitment. Not that my school work is terribly demanding, but seriously, I think it's a little funny. A little.

Whenever I'd try to make something at my mother's, my every step would be micro-managed, and her endless wisdom would gently and condescendingly remind me that I don't know anything. Then I moved to a place where there was really no room, or demand, for any homecooked necessities. So I guess now, that I have a home of my own, I want to make all of those mistakes, oh dear lord they are numerous, and make all the things I want.

I love eggs. Overeasy, in pie crust, scrambled with hot sauce, fried with bacon and green onions. This is what I woke the boy up with yesterday before I headed off to work.

Today's his first day of new work, I made him let me take a picture of him before he left :3. He's got a uniform shirt and what not and looked adorable. When he gets off we're picking up some cream cheese and peanut butter. Remember those cheesecakes I made last week? I had packed one away in his lunch for him, which he apparently shared with all his coworkers at the theater with great review. I asked if he wanted to take a full batch with him on his last day on Thursday, he emphatically agreed. So that'll be what we're tackling this evening.

In other parts of my mind, been itching to do something artlike. I keep looking at this piece I did out of frustration last semester. It's just aggressive fingerpainting with oil paints, (horrible idea, really, horrendous to get off anything), on a piece of cardboard. Right now it's just lying against the wall in our room. May tackle that this weekend.

A List

~A List

You see I've got this list
of what I want in a partner
I've dated curly haired Anime-fanatics,
who dress up like Sephiroth at conventions,
aristocratic pot heads who have bird noses,
musical theater buffs whose houses smell of marlboros and laundry,
I liked guys with guitars,
a tenor who taught himself piano,
a white rapper whose heart rested on a Beatles album
someone who could appreciate the Galveston sunrise,
someone who would bear my mediocre singing
when I tried to compose melodies on guitar,
I've dated older men
dependent on Ambien and adorned with acne scars,
I've crushed on the quiet guy in English class who
read Terry Prachett, and was the only one who raised his hand,
aside from me,
Atheists, casual religious piety, and conservative
Episcopalians who grew up on wooden kneelers,
pursued them all, never was really pursued myself,
buff guys with anger issues,
even a girl who couldn't decide which gender she wanted,
going through all that,
I've made a list,
a long one,
of do's and don'ts to look for
-must like rats, Star Trek, Modest Mouse and Coffee
-must have as deep of an appreciation for socks as I do
-must love watching sunrises/sunsets
the list goes on, for pages on end
but most of all,
I want
a guy with a list as big as mine,
so at night, when we're weaved in each others arms
we can laugh
at how
we don't match each others.

Labor Day Heroes

That's right. While all of you slumberbugs sleep in that extra three hours, I get to go in and work the... wait for this... 3.5 hours the library is open today. I demand compensation, or homage. Or just a back rub really, y'know I never had horrible back cramps and aches. Having pain so acute I can't walk and had to be sent home from school is normal, but never, specifically, back disturbances.

Well, as my back cries out in unanswered agony I walk outside to catch the bus and
HOLY CARP IT'S LOVELY OUTSIDE

Not only is it windy and cool tempered, but it just smells wonderful. My senses tend to tie smells and images/memories together. So as I was taking the unusually pleasant walk through the 3rd ward down to my stop, I was overcome with the newfound excitement I had experienced last year, walking out of my dorm to class still enrapt with the thrill of being in college. I could smell it when I woke up, I felt it stumbling across the living room, avoiding a pouncing cat trying to target my toes, and while I was making a bacon, green onion, and cheese omelet for the slumbering boy, I felt lighter.

I feel like the past few months have been put on fast-forward in trying to stabilize into a better place. As we've been in this house I've realized that my "survival mode" isn't something that goes away even when conditions are more favorable. I suppose it's something that I'm just going to have to work on, or something I've got to grow out of, granted, I did spend a greater part of 19 years developing it.

Speaking of, the other day when I was on the phone with wells fargo credit card department (shoot me this application has been going on for two months now) I finally got in touch with someone with empathetic tones and human capabilities, a first, after giving my information, again, she happily reminded me that I have a birthday coming up.

As far as numbers go, 20 sounds really lame, aside from the thrill of no longer being a teenager, I started feeling like that two years ago.

 Enough blabbering, I spent the greater part of the weekend cooking and writing the club theater script, which underwent another rewrite last night thanks to the help of a certain JW, so NOW I have to actually do my homework, which includes writing a flash fiction story of my choosing :D. May post it when done. It'll be workshopped next week. Excite :3