Keyboard clicks.
Sep. 29th, 2004 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
same_skyI haven't the faintest idea what's gotten into me, but I've been working hard ever since I got home. I have a sparkly-clean bathroom, rather elaborate* dinner in the oven, I've paid the bills and put away piles of laundry and a few other random things that were awaiting my attention. I feel like a grown-up. It's kinda weird.
On one of M's visits here before he moved, he brought me a natural keyboard because I had said I would like to try one. (You should also consider that he had to find an American layout keyboard, which made it a little extra nice of him.) I know I've mentioned my keyboard before because I absolutely love it. A few weeks ago, my wrists started hurting from all the typing I was doing at work, so I took our only spare natural keyboard to work. Unfortunately, it's a Swedish layout, which can occasionally be a pain (although it was set up as an American, so all the keys were in the right place for my fingers.. just labelled wrong.) Although it wasn't currently being used for anything, we decided that I should get a new keyboard to take to work, because the Swedish layouts are the hardest for us to replace if M's goes out. Since my wrists stopped hurting, though, I stopped thinking about it. One day last week, there was a package that arrived in the middle of the day, and when I got home, M told me to go ahead and open it to see what it was, since he claimed he couldn't remember. (He bought a bunch of small Ebay stuff there for a while.) And, of course, since I'm writing all this in the paragraph about keyboards, the astute reader has picked up on the fact that he bought me a new keyboard. I decided that since my old keyboard is fully five years old now, I should probably keep the new one here and take the old one to work, so I did the switcharoo here a few minutes ago. Basically, what I'm getting at here is that it feels really weird and different and that's pretty much the whole point behind this entire journal entry. Clickity clicky click.
M is working late. I miss him.
**I'm making chicken with basil butter, one of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carrieb's recipes from Jamie Oliver, I believe. I used to make it all the time and I didn't really worry about it being all that "elaborate" but since I don't remember the last time I cooked anything more than grilled cheese after work, I figure I'm entitled to call anything involving wrapping something in bacon elaborate.
On one of M's visits here before he moved, he brought me a natural keyboard because I had said I would like to try one. (You should also consider that he had to find an American layout keyboard, which made it a little extra nice of him.) I know I've mentioned my keyboard before because I absolutely love it. A few weeks ago, my wrists started hurting from all the typing I was doing at work, so I took our only spare natural keyboard to work. Unfortunately, it's a Swedish layout, which can occasionally be a pain (although it was set up as an American, so all the keys were in the right place for my fingers.. just labelled wrong.) Although it wasn't currently being used for anything, we decided that I should get a new keyboard to take to work, because the Swedish layouts are the hardest for us to replace if M's goes out. Since my wrists stopped hurting, though, I stopped thinking about it. One day last week, there was a package that arrived in the middle of the day, and when I got home, M told me to go ahead and open it to see what it was, since he claimed he couldn't remember. (He bought a bunch of small Ebay stuff there for a while.) And, of course, since I'm writing all this in the paragraph about keyboards, the astute reader has picked up on the fact that he bought me a new keyboard. I decided that since my old keyboard is fully five years old now, I should probably keep the new one here and take the old one to work, so I did the switcharoo here a few minutes ago. Basically, what I'm getting at here is that it feels really weird and different and that's pretty much the whole point behind this entire journal entry. Clickity clicky click.
M is working late. I miss him.
**I'm making chicken with basil butter, one of
carrieb's recipes from Jamie Oliver, I believe. I used to make it all the time and I didn't really worry about it being all that "elaborate" but since I don't remember the last time I cooked anything more than grilled cheese after work, I figure I'm entitled to call anything involving wrapping something in bacon elaborate.
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Date: 2004-09-29 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-30 01:27 pm (UTC)Slice up some potatoes (four or five) fairly thinly. Toss with some olive oil, salt and pepper and a bunch of dried basil and oregano. Bake for a long time at say, 350/375, stirring occasionally. (The original recipe calls for parboiling the potatoes and then draining and cooling and THEN baking for about ten minutes, but I'm too lazy to stay in the kitchen that long.) I usually add the rest of the package of bacon (see below) to the potatoes at this point, too.. makes the potatoes nummy.
Take two tablespoons of softened butter or margarine, add a bunch of basil.. dried works fine. Make it into a kind of paste.. it takes quite a bit to get it basily enough. Slice a pocket into the ugly side of two chicken breasts and stick the butter into it. Now take the bacon (recipe calls for pancetta, actually, but I've never had that to try it) and wrap it around the chicken until it's completely covered.
Slice up a few roma (or cherry) tomatoes, add a glug of olive oil and some salt.
When the potatoes are kind of done but not necessarily crispy yet, put the chicken and the tomatoes on top of the potatoes. Turn the heat up to 425, cook until the chicken is done.
I would have given you the real recipe but I'm at work so I don't have it with me. It's really quite good, and it's a little on the impressive side to boot.