Wrote this long thing about my 9/11/2001 but I’m not in the mood yet to post it. Maybe next year?
That’s all I’ll say on the topic to spare you the 9/11 overload.
Been prepping for another lecture; this one I’m giving downtown in front of a lotta US attorneys tomorrow. Should really post somea the videos when I’m done but then I figured it’d just put you to sleep.
HG and I went on two dates recently, both at nice local taverns – PJ Clarke’s and PD O’Hurley’s. No particular reason, the weather’s just cooled down enough so that going outside is bearable. Reminded us of when we were still dating. New York City’s a bit wasted on us since we’re so blase to it. Trying to fight that.
Dunno if I ever told you, but I don’t cook in the summertime. Almost not at all. Too hot.
But the weather’s cooled down lots so I made some mussels in a white wine reduction – was trying to recreate a dish we both had and enjoyed on onea our dates.
It was good, not great. Too much alcohol left in the pot gave it a bit too much sting in the backa the throat. Did reduce down the sauce after we had all of the mussels the next day; poured it on some angel hair pasta and it was killer.
Will have to make more soon. For now, though, gotta make a Powerpoint presentation. Not nearly as much fun.
Location: the desk, working
Music: just different faces, different names, get me out of here
YASYCTAI: What’s due this week? Get it done earlier. (120 mins/0.5 pts)
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
Decided to make some braised brisket in red wine the other night so I whipped out my old crock-pot. It’s been in my family since I can remember – maybe 25-30 years? My mom used to make this killer spaghetti sauce she learned from my Italian neighbor Dot. It’s also where she made chili from a Mexican neighbor and how I made a lotta my chili too.
When I moved outta my family home, my mom asked me what I wanted and I asked for that.
Her: This old thing? Why don’t you buy a new one?
Me: Cause I want that one.
Anywho, put it on the counter top and noticed the back had cracked and a leg had fallen off. Managed to prop it up on a stacka bank checks to make the brisket but it was clear it was it’s last dish.
They’re cheap. Like $40 for a good one. And this one’s got flowers and lotsa stains on it; doesn’t match my clean white kitchen. But it was my bita home in my apartment and I’m sad to see it gone.
You don’t love a picture causesa the paper it’s printed on, y’love a picture because of what it represents.
Man, I loved that broken old thing.
Ha – suppose someone’ll say that about me some day. One would hope, anywho…
Location: taking CLE on the computer
Music: The only way to really know is to really let it go
YASYCTAI: Buy a new slow cooker. (10 mins/0.5 pt)
Location: 21:00 yest, polishing off another wing in the UWS
Music: Children wake up, hold your mistake up
The girlfriend and I’re sick. That’s her camouflaged as a sofa.
At least, think I’m sick. When you’re an insomniac, it’s hard to tell if you’re sick or just hella tired. The change in the weather’s not helping.
Just came back from dinner with WM; took him out to eat for picking up my bro in the middle of the night last week.
Use the word dinner, loosely. Cause it consisted of a pitcher of beer and four dozen Buffalo wings. Think my heart stopped twice.
Speaking of food, decided to make a variant of Jim Lahey’s No-Knead Bread. Depending on how it goes, tell y’about it later.
Hold on…heart stopped again.
YASYCTAI: If you don’t bake, try one of the no-knead recipes. Just need materials and patience. (1080 mins/1 pt)