Today in Unholy Unions . . . . spotted at the grocery store: MISO CHIPOTLE GRAVY.

1) What?
2) WHAT?!?!?!
3) WERE THERE DRUGS INVOLVED?!?!?

Well, it was enough to spur me to write the following, which I've been meaning to do for awhile.

I like food. I like interesting food. I like to try strange (but not overtly disgusting because that seems more like a ( Read more... )

. . . which, I think, is the only way of getting me to do anything, ever.

BUT HERE IT IS, L'IL SIS (and for anyone else who's interested): OMA'S MEATBALL SOUP RECIPE

From Auntie Jo:
"For Omas meatball soup, you get extra lean ground beef. Make little meatballs with it, and then add them to a pot of salted boiling water. Simmer for an hour or more. Add ( Read more... )

One shouldn't bake without cutting one's fingernails first. Whenever I put my fingers in my mouth, I can taste all the cookies I've made in the past week.

My Christmas baking experience can be summed up thusly so far: how come you always hear the term "comedy of errors" but never the term "tragedy of errors"?

This is so awesome that I can't not share it:

http://sloanmusic.bandcamp.com/

Is it just me, or do they sound very Queen-ish on "five golden rings"?

This may have moved right into my modest folder of "Christmas Songs I Actually Like", which also includes:

- Elvis Presley - "Santa Claus Is Back In Town"
- Ella Fitzgerald - "Have Yourself a Merry Little ( Read more... )

I think one of the more irritating things about being a deadbeat blogger is that blogging is designed for "in the moment" stuff. Like tweeting with detail, I guess. It doesn't really lend itself to retroactive observation. To wit: "I just saw a bottle of EGGNOG at the grocery store today. WHAAAAAAT?!?!?!?!" . . . . I was going to write that the day ( Read more... )

I CAN HEAR MY MOUSE. I can hear my mouse every time I move it. It makes a high-pitch frequency noise that I suspect I'm not meant to hear, except I hear it AND IT'S DRIVING ME WONKY ( Read more... )

Chapter 1: Speculaas

I adore speculaas. I remember my Dutch grandmother giving my sisters and I giant speculaas cookies the size our collective heads when we were kids, and I have been on the hunt for a good speculaas recipe for quite some time. I've also been looking for speculaas molds (because they aren't really speculaas unless they're in the ( Read more... )

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I guess I'm still not in MODE: LIVEJOURNAL yet.

But, speaking of journals, HOLY CARP, I just, like 30 seconds ago, put the finishing touches on Project: Haiku, which took place in 2009. Okay, I'm not proud of the length of time it took me to finally type out all the haikus that were scattered about in various notebooks and on various receipts, nor ( Read more... )

I was walking down Main today when I caught up with a woman in a long tweed coat and colourful rainboots pushing a baby stroller. She was playing a kazoo. Beautifully. She was, no lie, a kazoo virtuoso ( Read more... )