Ookings of d00m

Recipe one: dinner.

My jaw is still messed up, so I wanted something that required little to no chewing. neeuqdrazil was nice enough to put out some lentils and rice to soak throughout the day for me this morning (I was late because I decided to iron. I hate those pants.)

My plan was a simple lentil and rice porridge with some veg of some sort - the lentil are soaked, and hence should melt away after some boiling.

Well, between being an hour late due to traffic and pants this morning, and the need to get more toilet paper (not optional!) after work, I got home at 6:30, and need to leave to dance class by 7:45 at the absolute latest.

So, I put the lentils and rice with water, salt, "curry powder", 4 garlic cloves and about half as much chopped ginger in a pot and set it to boil. I then grabbed a wodge of frozen spinach bricks from the freezer and microwaved 'em. When thawed, the spinach went into the pot too.

Unfortunately, by 7:20, it was all still far too un-porridgey. So I panicked and put it in our blender on purée.

Now I had steaming hot dark green paste of roughly peanut buttery consistency. It tasted lovely, and was easy to eat, but looks... frightening. I have a container of it in the freezer now for emergencies that require green protein paste.

Recipe two: post dance drink.

1 part agave syrup
2 parts lime juice
4 parts tequila
fill glass with soda water

Sweet and mellow - unsurprisingly, tequila and agave syrup merge together on the pallet.

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In other news dance class was good, though mycrazyhair wasn't feeling quite awesome. For my own part, I feel like I'm finally getting it - while dancing with an experienced dancer, I "read" that a lift was available, and smoothly lifted her. Later, after working with a guy and then meeting him during the open dance part of the class, he asked if I'd dance with his (I assume?) girlfriend, since I was, in his words, "really good". I would not describe myself as really good, or even good yet, but I feel like I'm actually starting to get it. Maybe some day I'll feel comfortable enough to actually try a jam!

I have been a mail-orderin' fool, of late.

I got a shipment of taboo absinthe from BC last week. Added to the new brand the LCBO carries, I now have three kinds. Some time in the fall, I think I need to have a Girls Gone Wilde party (tea and absinthe! Victorian/Steampunk dress encouraged) and do an absinthe tasting. And really, three glasses should be plenty for just about anyone.

I also finally got my copy of In A Wicked Age, an Indie RPG that I got to try out at ACUS.

Finally, I also got notice that the Freakangels stuff I order a month ago has finally shipped.

More blood. Today it didn't even wait for me to go to bed.

The computer I have had for less than a week, even after it's first re-install of windows, still seems to be losing time. A lot of time. Enough that it makes the computer close to sueless, once it gets going - dropping 3-4 hours overnight because it keeps hiccoughing is not useful. I predict arguments with support and having to ship it back some time soon. Pity.

I have been craving curry pasta with tomatoes and chickpeas, but I haven't been able to face a trip to the store on top of everything else. So tonight I made do with what I had (though starting to make dinner at 9:30 may not have been the best choice)

I ended up with a sauce made of onion, garlic, ginger, spices, frozen peppers, frozen peas, frozen spinach, and a mixture of pure soy protein powder and chickpea flour. the result was... weighty. I had no tomatoes and no chickpeas - I will have to add those to the list of things to always have on hand.

On the Good list;

* Got a couple guilt gorillas off my back on work stuff (by staying at work past 7pm)
* Lizard snuck in home before me and left me timbits
* My last ebay purchase arrived - I has tie pins
* I managed to do a fair bit of dish washing
* I've had enough water and alcohol that I might actally sleep once my nose stops bleeding (even if I am on to the Old Krupnik because I'm out of sippable rum)

I just realised - turning 30 is a perfect justification for buying a 30 year old bottle of scotch. I think I will use some of my day off next week to hit the scotch room at the Summerhill LCBO.

Apparently, I am *not* indestructible?!?!

Bed now.

The best part of a hangover is how good you feel when it goes away.

New drink of the night.

Take three green chilies and a good sized hunk of ginger, slit, but do not chop the chilies. Drop into a mickey of vodka, leave for a few weeks - it should turn yellowish. You now have green chili vodka.

Fill a martini glass with ice, and pour in some sake.
Shake 1.5 oz of green chili vodka with ice.
Dump the sake and ice out.
Strain the vodka into the slightly sake'ed glass.
Here, one should garnish with something clever like a that basil leaf, a slice of ginger or maybe a sprig of cilantro or a curry leaf. I had none of these things, so I just drank it naked.

The vodka was spicy, but not lethally so - the flavour of the chili and ginger was still very present. This worked much better than my previous infusion attempts (blueberry, cranberry and vanilla, none of which quite worked).

I need a name for this drink, though, besides just "green chili martini"

I have decided to start a new thingy of the indeterminant time period - Iron Bartender.

I have often talked about holding an Iron Bartender party, but I've never been able to generate enough interest (and, more importantly, drinkers) to pull it off. However, after much_ado's recent post asking for a drink to go with the name "Chinese Fire Drill", I've decided to put my party game on the net.

This is how it works - I will post a drink name, and a theme ingredient. Come up with drinks that work with the name, and try to work in the theme ingredient if possible, though it's not a requirement - fitting the name is more important.

The drink for this round is "Thunder and Lightning". The theme ingredient is blue curacao, because I believe I have two bottles of it right now.

Home from the ElizzAllanna bday thigny at the Phioenix.

After spending 90 mintes wating, peope finally showed up.

drank enough. Hydrating now.


11am will be early today to go to dim sum. I will survuve.

Didn't do anythgin I shouldn't have done. Some day, I'll finally snap, and cetain people will be uncomfortable. But honestly, I seem to retain X amount of slef-control to the point where I retain memory. So if I recall something, I was probably 90% sane, if a bit impulsive. By the tiome I start doing things I don't think I should do, I am usually drunk enough to have blacked out.

But, X, and Y, and perhaps Z are safe, because I am a poltie drunkard.

Water is my friend.

Water!!!

I habe a very long post floating aroundin my head about being a person who exists in the interstices of various subcuktures. So, be warned, I'll prolly post some kind of melancholy angety thingy in the next week. Right now, thoguh, watewr is my friend. One litre down, time to refill.

Maybe I shoudl try to sleep at some point. Or, at leat stop typig stufg into this post.

I have had somewhere near 30 "standard drinks" this evening. And yet, I don't think I did much thatr I w9ould condider beyond the pale this evening. I am staying up drinking water for while,so that I don't die of death and booze.


It might be argued that I hav too much self-control since I didn';t do "X" "Y" or "Z" despite having consumed amost enbnohg alcohol to kill me.

If anyone woyuld liek some excess self-control, I have more than I need or can use.

Hrm. I will prollty throw up before I go to sleep. How unfortunqate. Botheer. I am not current;ly weraing trousers.

At least I am guaranteed to not vomit on my trousers, since I dinbd;t bring a bakup pair.

I am almosty asleep0 one way or another.

Much love and affecvtion andf smhooces and more is offereed to neeuqdrazil and tafkar. And I should add that that is rewly fuckign hard to spell right now.

I sstop nopw be uzcar spellin g ihs hard,