Today is Monday. I have no opinion of Mondays other than I hate most small work talk that involves the word. I hate it yet feel compelled to use this as a conversational topic with the random hall passing convo's at work.
Look Ma, I'm blending socially!
I don't talk much, in fact, I very rarely start conversations with people I haven't known for 3 years or more. It's not that I don't like them, I like them fine, guess I don't have much to say. Unless of course I drink coffee or alcohol. Then you can't shut me up. I have to mentally reprimand myself to put a cork in it, no one gives a shit.
And on that note:
I don't know if I've ever posted roasted chicken... well, this may be a repeat but you'll forgive me, right? RIGHT?? Roasted chicken looks impressive and can be unbelievably easy
here it is:
Ingredients
1, 3 or 4 lb chicken
1 tbspn kosher salt
1 tsp black pepper
1 tsp garlic powder (OR 3 cloves fresh garlic squished through a press but you have to put the fresh under the skin or it burns and tastes weird)
1. pre-heat oven to 400F
2. hunt around for a pan big enough to hold the cheekin
3. rinse der chicken*
4. pat chicken dry
5. sprinkle spices over chicken
6. stick chicken in oven for 1 hour
7. check temp to see if it's cooked all the way (or cut it and see if it's still pink)
8. take chicken out of oven
9. lie to husband** and tell him NO. dinner is not done, it will be done in 15 mins.
10. let chicken rest for 15 mins before carving
11. NOW it's ok to tell him dinner's done
and now it's time for me to go eat lunch
LUNCH!
*said in Swedish Chef voice
** it's still weird saying husband
26 September, 2011
20 September, 2011
Cinnamon Creepies
My hands are dry.
We got a new video game "Dead Island", you wander around slaying zombie-like creatures with random weapons or your fists and find stuff, fulfill missions. It's sort of like the grand theft auto games. Only with creepy deaders that run at you and scream. I'm really not sure what I was thinking when I said to Mister DPO, "suuuurrreee get it! Looks like fun, I won't have nightmares". What a liar.
In any case, I'm addicted to it and now when I walk around the world I picture everyone as zombies - it ain't pretty. Can you imagine how horrid the world would smell if there WERE zombies? ECH.
Cut my hair short-ish, I now look like the unkempt 10 year boys of the world. Shaggy is a good word. It's cute when I do stuff to it but who can bother with that everyday? I can barely remember underwear everyday.
Read Madame Tussaud which was a good historical fiction type book, the author wrote a bunch of other types of books like one about Cleopatra's kids that I listened to, they're not high Lit, but are entertaining none the less and the history seems to be pretty sound. Am now reading to a Harry Turtledove book, the jury's still out, I'm engrossed in it but I don't know if I like it yet.
Cinnamon Crepes
Ingredients
(makes 2 large crepes)
1 egg
1 Tbspn + 1 tsp flour
1 tsp milk
1/4 tsp cinnamon
pinch salt
pinch sugar
1. beat all ingredients together to make a very thin batter (you may need more or less flour)
2. heat a large fry pan on medium heat with 1 tsp oil (or spray the bottom w/ oil)
3. tricky part- as you pour in 1/2 of the batter swirl the pan around to make a thin coating over as much of the pan as possible
4. leave it alone for about 45 seconds to 1 minute or until edges begin to dry out and center gets somewhat dry
5. flip crepe and cook until golden
6. remove from pan, repeat with 2nd 1/2 of batter
7. fill w/ whatever*, roll up and eat
*Why not some of that left over cream cheese frosting? You have a TON of it... stupid bundt pan
We got a new video game "Dead Island", you wander around slaying zombie-like creatures with random weapons or your fists and find stuff, fulfill missions. It's sort of like the grand theft auto games. Only with creepy deaders that run at you and scream. I'm really not sure what I was thinking when I said to Mister DPO, "suuuurrreee get it! Looks like fun, I won't have nightmares". What a liar.
In any case, I'm addicted to it and now when I walk around the world I picture everyone as zombies - it ain't pretty. Can you imagine how horrid the world would smell if there WERE zombies? ECH.
Cut my hair short-ish, I now look like the unkempt 10 year boys of the world. Shaggy is a good word. It's cute when I do stuff to it but who can bother with that everyday? I can barely remember underwear everyday.
Read Madame Tussaud which was a good historical fiction type book, the author wrote a bunch of other types of books like one about Cleopatra's kids that I listened to, they're not high Lit, but are entertaining none the less and the history seems to be pretty sound. Am now reading to a Harry Turtledove book, the jury's still out, I'm engrossed in it but I don't know if I like it yet.
Cinnamon Crepes
Ingredients
(makes 2 large crepes)
1 egg
1 Tbspn + 1 tsp flour
1 tsp milk
1/4 tsp cinnamon
pinch salt
pinch sugar
1. beat all ingredients together to make a very thin batter (you may need more or less flour)
2. heat a large fry pan on medium heat with 1 tsp oil (or spray the bottom w/ oil)
3. tricky part- as you pour in 1/2 of the batter swirl the pan around to make a thin coating over as much of the pan as possible
4. leave it alone for about 45 seconds to 1 minute or until edges begin to dry out and center gets somewhat dry
5. flip crepe and cook until golden
6. remove from pan, repeat with 2nd 1/2 of batter
7. fill w/ whatever*, roll up and eat
*Why not some of that left over cream cheese frosting? You have a TON of it... stupid bundt pan
12 September, 2011
Frosting de Fromage
and so... September's here and stuff.
Me and Mister are going to drive to Montreal for Christmas. We decided we need to experience serious cold and snow again. We've purchased a couple maps and I get a new coat!* :)
Now to figure out how to say in French: "Excuse me, have you seen my husband? He's the bald one dishing out cold justice." Or something similar...
"Hai una melanzana en tuo baffo" was my junk Italian phrase I learned (which I may have wrong now, it's been a few years) "you have an eggplant in your moustache"
However we took away "succa me con gaccio" which has served us well and the curious expression of "faccio un gato" ("I make a cat") which means "I'm going to puke".
Recipe recipe recipe... hmmmm
Cream Cheese frosting
(yields a ridiculous amount)
16 oz Philadelphia cream cheese (2, 8 oz bricks)
1 stick of butter
2 cups powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp orange extract (optional)
pinch salt (optional)
1. Leave the cheese and butter on your counter and go fold laundry
2. Holler at husband for putting butter and cheese back in the fridge. (Really, hollering is somewhat uncalled for, you forgetting to put stuff in the fridge or putting random items in the freezer is an everyday occurrence in your household.)
3. Take butter and cheese out of fridge and put BACK on counter to soften.... watch a movie
4. And now we begin.
5. Put butter, cream cheese, extracts and salt into a large mixing bowl
6. Mix until combined
7. Gradually add powdered sugar 1/4 to 1/2 cup at a time, mix until incorporated
8. Taste it, add more sugar TBspn by TBspn until you get the desired sweetness
DONE - you may now frost whatevs you want
and you can keep it in the fridge for 3 or so days or freeze for a month... please note, if your stored frosting business makes you sick, ain't my fault. Use the not so common sense.
*I live in the dirty south, what do I need a coat for? Oh right, power failures during the ice storms, of course that's what the charcoal grill is for, heat and monoxide poisoning. Hallelujah!! *shiver*
Me and Mister are going to drive to Montreal for Christmas. We decided we need to experience serious cold and snow again. We've purchased a couple maps and I get a new coat!* :)
Now to figure out how to say in French: "Excuse me, have you seen my husband? He's the bald one dishing out cold justice." Or something similar...
"Hai una melanzana en tuo baffo" was my junk Italian phrase I learned (which I may have wrong now, it's been a few years) "you have an eggplant in your moustache"
However we took away "succa me con gaccio" which has served us well and the curious expression of "faccio un gato" ("I make a cat") which means "I'm going to puke".
Recipe recipe recipe... hmmmm
Cream Cheese frosting
(yields a ridiculous amount)
16 oz Philadelphia cream cheese (2, 8 oz bricks)
1 stick of butter
2 cups powdered sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp orange extract (optional)
pinch salt (optional)
1. Leave the cheese and butter on your counter and go fold laundry
2. Holler at husband for putting butter and cheese back in the fridge. (Really, hollering is somewhat uncalled for, you forgetting to put stuff in the fridge or putting random items in the freezer is an everyday occurrence in your household.)
3. Take butter and cheese out of fridge and put BACK on counter to soften.... watch a movie
4. And now we begin.
5. Put butter, cream cheese, extracts and salt into a large mixing bowl
6. Mix until combined
7. Gradually add powdered sugar 1/4 to 1/2 cup at a time, mix until incorporated
8. Taste it, add more sugar TBspn by TBspn until you get the desired sweetness
DONE - you may now frost whatevs you want
and you can keep it in the fridge for 3 or so days or freeze for a month... please note, if your stored frosting business makes you sick, ain't my fault. Use the not so common sense.
*I live in the dirty south, what do I need a coat for? Oh right, power failures during the ice storms, of course that's what the charcoal grill is for, heat and monoxide poisoning. Hallelujah!! *shiver*
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