Monthly Archives: April 2013

Friday Foolishness – Self-Actualization Edition

Today’s Music:Living Colour – Type
Note on Today’s Music: Please ignore the post-80s hair and fashion. We didn’t know any better. I’m seeing them tomorrow night, and word is they can still play.

Tickety tock, bippity bop. Annnndddd…..FRIDAY! Woohoo! We made it and it’s time to celebrate! How? Why, by reading blogs of course! Here’s some of what I saw.
Edward Hotspur got dressed. Enchanted Seashells made a feast! And H.E. Ellis welcomed April Fools Day as only she could.

Thanks for all the great reads – theirs and yours too – this week!
Another highlight of the week was the poll! Ok, it was a highlight of my week. We asked what you felt strongly enough to wave a sign about. A sharpie was never given for more…interesting causes. (As always, my comments are having a sit-in in italics.)

Save the Wha… no, Free the Chil… ah, let’s do Release the Hounds! –Brian
(I expect you’ll be getting protested by the Friends the Kraken society…)
If your dog POOPS it, YOU scoop it Kanerva who is tired of dodging the cr@p
(If the sign was aimed at the dogs, you’d have to write it in p- …nevermind.)
I use my protest sign to poke stupid people. KBar3
(You must go through a lot of signs!)
People who drive slow in the fast lane. My sign: “Drive Right” ~Maddie
(Wouldn’t a better sign be “Exit”?)
Alimony is for cheaters!!! bbbatez
(So much for “cheaters never win”…)
“When in doubt… throw it out!” (works for everything) –UndercoverL
(First seen being held by a baby. In bathwater.)
Down with Winter!Ain’t nobody got time for that! Rogue
(Shouldn’t that be Down Under with Winter”?)
GET OFF MY DAMN LAWN! (rollergiraffe)
(Those meddling kids…)
More Thin Mints (Frank)
(Less is the new more, Frank.)
More Thin Mints (Frank)
(How about a few really thick ones?)
(More Thin Mints was mine … Frank)
(Frank, the first step to dealing with a problem is…)
Honk if you think my sign is cool which really protests nor supports anything ..
(You’ll get more honks if you wave that sign in traffic.)
What do we want? Time Travel! When do we want it? Doesn’t matter! – Hotspur
(What if the time travellers came back in time and destroyed time travel? Yeah, that’ll keep you up at night…)
When men can get pregnant then they can make decisions about abortions! benzeknees
(There is no way I can respond to this that doesn’t end in a public lynching.)
God Hates Snookie. And He’s not alone.
(Everyone says they hate Snookie, and yet someone is buying her stuff. Anything to say, God?)
Down With Protesters!! (That One Guy)
(Up with Apathy!)
Pull your pants up or I will pull them down.
(Why, hello there!)
We don’t need no stinkin’ badgers. (Badger Protesters) lindavernon
(Those beavers are so specie-ist.)
Free Gas… All that you can sniff 😦 Andro
(Smells like you should change your diet.)
More Sun or Else? 😦 Andro
(It will be here in about eight minutes.)
Badges? We don’t need no stinkin’ badges!
(Use Hippie-Be-Gone, for all your protestor freshening needs!)
Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue. Twindaddy
(It was. And don’t call me Shirley.)
If all your brains were nitroglycerin, it wouldn’t blow the head off a pissant. Yes, it is a big sign. I don’t carry it often. Stupid Mtgs always have the wrong time on the flyer. Red
(I don;t think they’re smart enough to read that.)
God Hates Hate! — Ashley Austrew
(Is that like a “rock too big for him to lift” paradox?)
Rutabaga: What can I say about this elixir?
(Was it made from the juice of the Googly Moogly?)
I was told there would be beer! Alex Autin
(We drank it before you got here. Purely a defensive measure.)
Not enough cow bell (Stacy)

Congratulations to Stacy for this week’s winning answer! And from the offered choices, the most popular was God Hates Signs That Say What God Hates!. Although I don’t know he informs people of that, since God communicates through signs. (See what I did there?)
This week, everyone has only one thing on their minds. But my young nephews might be reading, so we’re not going to talk about that. Instead, we’re going to ask about a topic near and dear to my heart: Self Improvement. I’ve been told that it’s a wide topic – that I had plenty of room for it. Well, here’s your chance to chime in.
But chime by 2359 EST, on 11 April, because that’s when this one ends. And if you leave a way for me to recognize you in your Other answer, I’ll link back to you next week.

So to send you off in to the weekend with a smile on your face, enjoy these.
First, from the BBC (read as “good”) version of Whose Line Is It Anyway

And finally, what the hell, lets stay British. This conversation could never happen in my office.
We’re on the top floor.

The Ghost Ingredient

Today’s Music: Moby – Flowers

I got way behind this weekend. Sunday was Easter, so I was planning on doing the cooking for the week on Saturday.
I had to get up early anyway to log in and do some work reconfiguring some servers.

Every weekend, we go through the freezer and come up with three or four dishes to make for the week – big enough for dinner and lunch. Then it sits in the fridge and we just have to heat it when we get home exhausted from work.
Two or three dishes will be meat or poultry, and then the rest usually dairy or vegetable.

So there I am, 8 am on a Saturday, and I think “Might as well start now”.
So I chop up the chicken parts, coat them in Shake n’ Bake (mmmm), throw ’em in the oven and start on the ravioli. From scratch, of course!

For emergencies (and extreme laziness) only!!!

For emergencies (and extreme laziness) only!!!

Into the mixer goes flour and eggs. Away churns the mixer!!!
As always, it’s a bit clumpy in there, so I use my trusty spatula to keep folding everything under the hook.
Add a bit of water, and voila, dough!
Sort of.
Magic, thy name is Kitchen Aid

Magic, thy name is Kitchen Aid

There’s always a crumbled amount of dough in the bottom of the bowl that won’t fold in.
So onto the counter it goes to be worked and kneaded and deliciousified.
(Mostly. I forgot to add the salt again.)

Then it was 830, and time to get to work. So it got wrapped in plastic, and into the fridge it went.
Until Monday night.
Because I suck.

But Monday night, while my girl was out, I got back to work. Mix ricotta and an egg in a bowl.
Add some Parmesan! How much? Why, as much as I wanted to. (Had to make up for the lack of salt in the dough.)
Cut the dough up into manageable chunks and pound it flat enough to go into my baby.

Oh, the things we can do!

Oh, the things we can do!

Seriously, I love my pasta roller!
Roll the dough into nice long sheets. Square them off and cut them in half lengthwise.
Blob on the cheese mixture, and seal a layer of pasta on top.
Voila! Fresh ravioli.

Boil it a few minutes, top it with a bit of tomato sauce from a jar (yeah yeah, I know.) and…enjoy.
Pack it up the same way for lunch.
Go to work.
Watch the clock.
Open the container and be hit with the fragrant pungent scent of…garlic?

Now remember – flour, egg, water. Ricotta, parmesan, egg.
I didn’t even remember the salt, for cryin’ out loud.
Anyway, eat and enjoy.

Come home. Before I make the mushroom beef barley soup I also didn’t make over the weekend, I have to wash yesterdays dishes. Put the plates under the hot water, grab the scrubber, and it hits me – the smell of garlic.
What the hell?!?

About 5 minutes later, I realize “Oh yeeeaaaahhh…the tomato sauce…”.
Mystery solved.

I have no idea why my brain doesn’t work.
It’s not like I don’t feed it well.