insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006 Fuzzy Things Baldric clearly knows his place in the world--every night he curls up on the big cuddly blanket at the foot of my bed. That's where he sleeps. He purrs in his sleep. That's my little boy. He's currently curled up in the kitchen, as that's where I am, making Mullagitawny soup. I found a soup cookbook at Borders with all but one recipe that I want to try. Really, would you want to make or eat something called "Spaghetti and Meatball Soup?" Ick. But anyway, Mulligatawny: 1 lb chicken boobs (I hate, hate, hate chicken thighs) 2 T flour 1 T curry powder 1 t tumeric 2 T butter 1 onion, diced 1 apple, peeled, cored, and diced to equal as much onion as you chopped (I used half a honeycrisp and ate the other half) 4 cups chicken stock 6-8 whole cloves 1/2 cup rice juice from half a lemon 1/4 cup heavy cream Mix flour, curry, and tumeric together; dredge chicken in the mix and lightly fry in butter in a Dutch oven/stockpot/big giant pan. You want it lightly cooked on the outside and starting to cook on the inside. Once it reaches that stage, pull it out of the pan and put it aside. Add more butter to the pan, leaving the chicken residue, and add the onion and apple. Cook for a few minutes until starting to soften, then add the chicken back into the pan. Add stock and cloves, bring to a boil for a minute and then cover and let it simmer for about an hour or so. (Warning--I was enjoying the currying of the household so much that I kind of forgot to check on it...I just added some more stock to the mix and all was okay.) The chicken should be done at this point (falling apart done), add the rice, and cook until it's tender. Add lemon and cream, heat through, and nummy nummy nummy. Oh, salt and pepper to taste if your nummy nummy nummy is not up to your nummy standards. Also, Heather is trying to recruit me into sharing 6 of my weird habits with the world, so that people can read and learn. I'm game, so let's do this. 1. I have the cereal/bread/grain preferances of a constipated old geezer. Seriously, I've got cinnamon shredded wheat, honey nut shredded wheat, multi-bran chex, and raisin bran in my cupboards for cereal. (Yes, I love my Lucky Charms and Cocoa Pebbles too, but these old geezer cereals are yummy.) I love barley and oatmeal and cornmeal and whole wheat anything. I always buy the bread with the most fiber. I look at the labels; I require a minimum of 3 grams of fiber per slice, but I've found that Roman Meal makes a bread with 5 grams per slice, and it is good. That's 10 grams of fiber per sandwich from the bread alone. Maybe that's why I poop so much. 2. Sometimes I just really want to touch Baldric's toes. He gets mad when I touch them, but he has some white toes, some black toes, and some pink toes, and I can't resist any of them. They are cute because they are his. 3. I eep when tickled. I don't laugh, I don't giggle, I eep like a freakin' monkey. Ian finds this hilarious, and must try to make me eep as often as possible. 4. I rub my feet together an equal number of times before I go to sleep (as described in High Fidelity). There's no specific number of times that I rub my feet together, but I always do it before I go to sleep. My feet are always cold and it's my attempt to warm them up (and no, when I'm with Ian I don't freeze him with them--it's not nice). 5. I like to cook, but I don't always like to eat what I cook. Sometimes, food just tastes better to me if I'm not the one who makes it. It's like sandwiches--I make a great sandwich, but a sandwich always tastes better when someone else makes it. That's how I feel about cooking--I know I'm a good cook, but sometimes, I don't want to eat what I cook because to me, it would taste better if someone else made it for me. 6. When I sleep, I always have to have a part of me that's cold or I can't sleep. I usually sleep on my side, and once one side gets too warm, I switch sides. If I'm snuggling with Ian, I snuggle to get warm and then move to cool off--he's my own personal heater. Well, it's late, and I think it's time for bed--work tomorrow, early day Thursday, and then weekend of domestic goddessry and Ian snuggles. And the annual eye exam sometime in there. posted by jaime | 10:26 PM 0 comments |
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