Since I started eating meat again last year, I suddenly have a newfound appreciation for bacon. I never particularly liked it when I was a kid or before I stopped eating meat, but for some reason now my eyes are opened to the glory of the salted meats. Maybe it’s because I’ve been seeing a lot more creative uses of it lately (or maybe I just notice them more now that I’m interested), but there are a lot of unconventional, bacon-rich recipes and products out there. Bacon chocolate (I’ve actually had this, and it’s not bad), bacon mints (I’ve had these too, and they are bad. Damn you, Abby), bacon baklava, bacon chocolate chip cookies, bacon cupcakes, bacon ice cream, butterscotch-dipped bacon… actually, my chest is starting to hurt from reading all of these. I think I need to go eat a salad.
It’s fricking freezing in here, Mr. Bigglesworth. February 21, 2008
Well, after months of reasonably mild winter weather, I guess Cincinnati’s about to be hit with a pretty decent winter storm (granted, most people around here consider two inches of snow to be epic… wusses), but we’re supposed to get consistent sleet until tomorrow afternoon and around a quarter inch of ice on the road. It’s already snowing out, so I’m sure I’m going to have a grand old time going home from work three hours from now. Guh.
Anyway, yesterday was Scott’s birthday (his dad’s, also) and he has been really into trying different wheat beers lately, so after work yesterday we went to the Cork ‘N Bottle (we have gotten into the habit of calling it “Cork ‘N Blork” because
we’re drunks otherwise I get it mixed up with Crate and Barrel and it takes me five minutes to stammer out the name) and he picked out some different things to try and a couple of favorites as standbys. I decided to try some apricot ale and it was really good. He didn’t feel like going out once we got home, so we ordered a pizza, drank some beer and played Munchkin Cthulhu, which I had gotten him as a present. I wasn’t thinking about it at the time, but he got me From Beyond for my birthday, so we’ve pretty much exchanged H.P. Lovecraft-themed gifts this year, which, you know, creepy. I had made him a yellow cake from scratch on Thursday night but stupidly put it in a bundt pan so the dumb thing fell. The withered remains tasted good, though, so I’m going to re-make it (correctly) on Saturday and take it to a joint birthday party for Scott/his friend Raj/Raj’s roommate Steve. My friend Liz’s birthday is tomorrow, and we’re supposed to go out for that too, so I hope the weather is decent enough. According to what I’ve been hearing, I might be stuck in my house eating kidney beans out of a can.
I added two new links to my blogroll: The FAIL Blog (link courtesy of Abby) and Stuff White People Like. I haven’t gone through and read all of that one yet, but it’s got me pegged more than is probably healthy.
Speaking of unhealthy, I’m making “Super Simple” Nutella ice cream for Scott’s birthday tomorrow. I have already mixed together the (2) ingredients and tried to run it through the ice cream maker last night, but I don’t know if the bowl hadn’t frozen for long enough or what because it didn’t set up very well. Super simple, my A. I poured it into a tupperware and stuck it back in the fridge, and the bowl back in the freezer, and I’m going to try it again tonight. If it still doesn’t work, I guess I’ll just throw some more Nutella in to thicken it and use it to frost his cake.
Pee-SA February 15, 2008
Dear women at my workplace,
There are 8 stalls in the restroom. On top of that, it’s not exactly a happenin’ place. When I go in there, there is rarely someone else in there, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen it crowded in any capacity. So why is it that almost every time I go and someone else comes in, that person slams ass down right next to me? I would venture to say that this happens, if not once a day, at least three, four times a week and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. I have varied my stall selection (I could maybe understand if it was happening when I was in the first stall or two, because of the emergency factor), but no. I don’t go at the same time every day, but I guess that’s irrelevant because I know it’s not just one person, and I don’t even think it’s the same two or three, it’s a wide variety of you people. Seriously, what gives? Do you like my shoes? Is this some sort of insurance policy in case you run out of toilet paper? Do I give off some sort of air (lol bathroom puns) of camaraderie? Because honestly, I’m considering going on a prune and asparagus breakfast diet so you people give me some space to pee in peace. STOP IT.
These are a few of my favorite thiiiiiiings February 6, 2008
Scott is feeling a little better today, which means that I’m feeling better today, because he’s being less of a baby (slightly). In the spirit of the occasion, here is a list of things that I’ve tried recently and really enjoyed (“recently” being “in the past two years or so”):
Sahale Snacks nut blends. I’ve only tried three of them so far; the Sing Buri cashews, the Ksar pistachios, and I’m snacking on some Valdosta pecans right now. The pistachios are so-so, but I like the other two.
Cave Creek chili beer. This is spicy enough to be kind of gross as a drink, but I still kind of like it. It’s also good in actual chili.
Almost anything from Lush (well, except for the Dream Cream; that crap is vile). Also, I just looked at their store locations and found out that they have opened a store in Cincinnati! WOOHOO.
In direct opposition to the last item, Vegan Lunch Box. It hasn’t been updated in a while, and the last few posts are kinda boring, but the archives have a lot of cute ideas.
Mom blog – I just found that one this morning. Again, it hasn’t been updated in a while, but … yikes.
It looks like I’ve gone through all the Firefox tabs I had open when I started writing this, so I’ll call it good for now.
Mardi Gross. February 5, 2008
Scott woke up this morning with a fever and had to stay home from work. He’s currently asleep on the couch, so I’m just donking around online and eating a bastardized muffaletta – homemade Italian bread with various deli meats and cheese, Alton Brown’s olive tapenade, and mustard that we bought at Findlay Market. The jar says that it’s “Zydeco mustard,” so, you know, festive. I made a king cake, complete with baby, but it’s still cooling so it’s not decorated (and therefore photoworthy) yet; also, the purple sugar I tried to make came out looking like grayish-green gravel somehow, so it’s just going to be green and yellow. Guh.
Laissez les bon temps rouler, all right.