I'd give a quarter for a Friday evening..
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same_skyI can't seem to go to bed on time on Sunday nights. I always regret it on Monday morning, so I don't know why I can't just get it into my head that the weekend is over and I should submit to Mr. Sandman peacefully.
I guess I might as well give up on the idea of doing the 26 things photo challenge. There's really no hope of getting it all worked out during the month of July. Unless I cheated and went back through some of our old pictures to find ones that fit the requirements.. we have tended to take very many somewhat unusual pictures. We already decided to make it a joint project anyway. I don't know why it struck my fancy to participate in this, anyway, but it sounded like fun. As it turns out, it hasn't so much been fun as a worry. I am planning on actively working on improving my photography, though. I stumbled across Photo Friday today, though, and am considering doing that instead. One picture per week is easier than 26 per month and all. At the very least, I'm appreciating the talent of some of the people participating.
I ran across a Thai soup recipe a week or two ago. It received such high ratings that I became strangely insistent on making it. I like the idea of Thai food, but it's something I've had exactly twice before. (It was the first time that interested me so.. I really should just ask my friend for the recipe instead of worrying myself over the food goodness I'm missing out on.) Anyway. My fixation with fixing this soup was a little odd, since neither Magnus or I are fans of coconut milk. Actually, I'm completely indifferent, as I've only had it once before and it was pretty good, but Magnus insists that he doesn't like it. I really do go on about the most boring things, don't I? In any case, I finally made the soup tonight, and I discovered a few interesting tidbits of information. First, turmeric stains the heck out of your hands and nails. Really. Don't grind it up without wearing gloves. Doesn't that sound all foodtv of me to use fresh turmeric instead of ground? Truth is that I'm too cheap to buy an actual bottle of the stuff when I ran across it at Jungle Jim's last week and paid 2 cents for a piece big enough for the recipe. Ha! Also, fish sauce really stinks.. and we're talking about the very strong aroma of unwashed naughty bits and feet, with a stagnant mold smell. (That's one of my hidden talents, btw.. recognizing the exact scent of something gross like that.) Yuck. And don't read the ingredients label, either, because "extract of anchovy" is NEVER what you want to read. Magnus was impressed that I even tried the finished product, as the smell was overbearing and he wasn't about to put any of it in his mouth, and he'll eat anything once. It was actually pretty good, though, with rice. I couldn't bear to dump all of the fish sauce in, though, and used a quarter of what I was supposed to. It was quite enough for my taste. He's taking the leftovers to work, which pleases me immensely. It looked even better than it tasted, and it seems his co-workers are a tad jealous of his leftovers.
Anyway, something a little more serious for a minute. My grandfather's heart is skipping beats again and he's feeling short of air. Very much not good and intensely worrying. Almost even more worrying than that news was that he seemed to consider coming home with my parents to spend the night.. even though he wasn't told about the skipping beats thing. (I likely get my propensity for worrying from him, so no one felt the urge to bring it up to him.) Until his heart surgery last fall, he'd never agreed to spend the night away from home, and they were pretty persistent about it sometimes. He's almost completely blind in one eye (which you really wouldn't know unless you were told) so he tries to avoid driving at nights, so there were a few times when it would have been extremely convenient for him to stay in Morehead with either my parents or my aunt.. it's a half hour drive on very windy country roads to his house. I don't know.. with any luck, it's something that needs fixed with his pacemaker, hopefully it's extremely premature to start worrying, but I'm worried about it in a way that I wasn't when he had the surgery last year. And I can't stand the thought that he would have went through all of that pain and trouble for no reason. Think nice thoughts, would you, please?
I guess I might as well give up on the idea of doing the 26 things photo challenge. There's really no hope of getting it all worked out during the month of July. Unless I cheated and went back through some of our old pictures to find ones that fit the requirements.. we have tended to take very many somewhat unusual pictures. We already decided to make it a joint project anyway. I don't know why it struck my fancy to participate in this, anyway, but it sounded like fun. As it turns out, it hasn't so much been fun as a worry. I am planning on actively working on improving my photography, though. I stumbled across Photo Friday today, though, and am considering doing that instead. One picture per week is easier than 26 per month and all. At the very least, I'm appreciating the talent of some of the people participating.
I ran across a Thai soup recipe a week or two ago. It received such high ratings that I became strangely insistent on making it. I like the idea of Thai food, but it's something I've had exactly twice before. (It was the first time that interested me so.. I really should just ask my friend for the recipe instead of worrying myself over the food goodness I'm missing out on.) Anyway. My fixation with fixing this soup was a little odd, since neither Magnus or I are fans of coconut milk. Actually, I'm completely indifferent, as I've only had it once before and it was pretty good, but Magnus insists that he doesn't like it. I really do go on about the most boring things, don't I? In any case, I finally made the soup tonight, and I discovered a few interesting tidbits of information. First, turmeric stains the heck out of your hands and nails. Really. Don't grind it up without wearing gloves. Doesn't that sound all foodtv of me to use fresh turmeric instead of ground? Truth is that I'm too cheap to buy an actual bottle of the stuff when I ran across it at Jungle Jim's last week and paid 2 cents for a piece big enough for the recipe. Ha! Also, fish sauce really stinks.. and we're talking about the very strong aroma of unwashed naughty bits and feet, with a stagnant mold smell. (That's one of my hidden talents, btw.. recognizing the exact scent of something gross like that.) Yuck. And don't read the ingredients label, either, because "extract of anchovy" is NEVER what you want to read. Magnus was impressed that I even tried the finished product, as the smell was overbearing and he wasn't about to put any of it in his mouth, and he'll eat anything once. It was actually pretty good, though, with rice. I couldn't bear to dump all of the fish sauce in, though, and used a quarter of what I was supposed to. It was quite enough for my taste. He's taking the leftovers to work, which pleases me immensely. It looked even better than it tasted, and it seems his co-workers are a tad jealous of his leftovers.
Anyway, something a little more serious for a minute. My grandfather's heart is skipping beats again and he's feeling short of air. Very much not good and intensely worrying. Almost even more worrying than that news was that he seemed to consider coming home with my parents to spend the night.. even though he wasn't told about the skipping beats thing. (I likely get my propensity for worrying from him, so no one felt the urge to bring it up to him.) Until his heart surgery last fall, he'd never agreed to spend the night away from home, and they were pretty persistent about it sometimes. He's almost completely blind in one eye (which you really wouldn't know unless you were told) so he tries to avoid driving at nights, so there were a few times when it would have been extremely convenient for him to stay in Morehead with either my parents or my aunt.. it's a half hour drive on very windy country roads to his house. I don't know.. with any luck, it's something that needs fixed with his pacemaker, hopefully it's extremely premature to start worrying, but I'm worried about it in a way that I wasn't when he had the surgery last year. And I can't stand the thought that he would have went through all of that pain and trouble for no reason. Think nice thoughts, would you, please?
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Thai food
Date: 2003-07-28 08:02 am (UTC)Re: Thai food
Date: 2003-07-28 07:12 pm (UTC)