Jra wanted a recipe for my dinner last night:
1 red onion – chiffonade or julienne
1 or 2 cloves of garlic – chop
1 yellow bell pepper – julienne
1/4 cup pancetta – julienne
1 head of nappa cabbage julienne
1 cup mushrooms – sliced
1/4 cup fresh basil, julienne
red pepper flakes
Sautee up the onion and garlic in olive oil, dash in some salt, add the bell pepper. Then add the pancetta and napa cabbage, throw in the mushrooms and basil. Heat it all through, make sure the pancetta is cooked, throw in some spieces, put on the lid to steam up the cabbage a bit... Throw it over your choice of pasta and garnish with freshly grated parmesan. I think this much stuff should make 4 servings.
More or less garlic to your taste, change up the color of bell pepper, and really, I think shitakes would be better than the crimini mushrooms I used. A little red wine thrown in while it was cooking might have been nice too.
Ok, I finally figured out the Bluetooth situation and sucked all the photos off my phone and put them into Flickr.
More to come as they happen.
I’ve been testing lately to see if I can accurately predict the future by attempting to guess which of the three elevators will come first in the elevator lobby at work. So far I’m wrong about 80% of the time.
I haven’t devised a test for it yet, but I’m assuming this means that under normal circumstances, I can’t read minds either.
Disappointing sure, but it explains why I can’t guess what people are thinking without them telling me.
For those keeping track: The boyfriend who just recently insisted I post something to my blog about having a boyfriend has unboyfriended me.
And that's why we keep most of our personal shit off the blog.
Nothing to see here, please move along.
Some bishops are granting a special dispensation for St. Patrick’s Day so that good Catholics can eat meat on a Friday during Lent.
Way to make a point about sacrifice, eh?
But you know, St. Patrick might smite you dead if you didn’t eat corned beef for him. A catch 22 of biblical proportion.
wb: gus i had a dream about you
gus: oh yah?
gus: what happened in it?
wb: ok so the dream was i was asleep at my parents house
wb: and i heard this talking
wb: and i heard your voice. and dipwick's voice
wb: and i sort of got up and had to pee and im wondering what the hell are they doing at my parents house
gus: in philly
wb: and i was sort of eavesdropping to see what you were saying and dipwick was telling my mom that he lives in france and got in a car accident in which his car went into a river and the french cops gave him a 100 euro ticket for crashing into a river
wb: and he was pissed
wb: then i went in and said hi and you were like "oh we were just passing through"
wb: and then i woke up
liver: what does it all mean?
wb: hard to say
It was requested (by my boyfriend) that I post to my blog that I have a boyfriend.
And now everybody's happy!
When I was a kid I had a recurring dream about being at the Santa Cruz Beach and Boardwalk with my family. My grandparents lived in a mobile home park at Natural Bridges just up the road from there for a while, so we’d go to Santa Cruz pretty often to visit. In the dream I walked along the beach and noticed a giant wave rising up, up, up toward the boardwalk. I never ran away. There was always this giant talking shark jaw floating just above my eye level and providing some kind of force field protection from the water as it crashed over everyone and everything else. I don't remember now what it said to me, but we’d always walk down around the far end of the boardwalk by the cruddy dirty stream area and head up the little gully.
Lately I've been having tsunami dreams pretty regularly. They are more frightening and less interesting than the apocalyptic dreams I had for a while in 1999, and the world is similar to the normal real world. Monday night’s featured a new Capitola-like beachfront area in SF with shops and restaurants. A friend of mine was out surfing and I was walking a big white dog. I noticed the tide suddenly sucking out into the sea and a few people started running as fast as they could toward the hills. I thought if I could just make it up the hill a bit I'd be ok. I made it pretty far by the time the incoming waves were visible and went to a rooftop crowded with other people. I hung on tight but the water didn't reach the roof. I was terrified my cats might drown, but water only came up to the 2nd story, so I knew they’d be safe up on the 4th. I wondered if my friend was able to surf the giant wave inland. Some people started to go back down to street level, but I knew the waves would surge again, so I waited around and called people on my cell phone.
Last week's tsunami adventure began with an Egyptian procession to a beach. I lived in the beach town but it was a town in a third world country somewhere. When I realized a tsunami was coming I ran home and ran up to my tiny apartment only blocks from the tourist beach. I climbed out the window and up the fire escape to the top floor and wrapped myself around the railings. The water came in and surged all around, but I was able to hold on. Then the water surged back out to sea and life went on. No big deal.