Damn. My hot Survivor tip turned out to be not so hot. I’m now tied for last place in my group. Ouch. (No offense to the tipper, of course. I had no clue who to vote for anyway, and I certainly wouldn’t have voted for that Jessie person. So it’s all good.)
Month: October 2001 (page 7 of 15)
Three things that describe my afternoon: apple pie (another culinary experiment), pumpkin carving (the finished result you see before you), and Ani Difranco (not exactly housewife music, but I like it).
Okay, I’ve gotta make my picks for Survivor tonight. As I haven’t actually seen the show (nor will I be able to see any of them), I’m looking for any help I can get. I’m currently researching, so any tips you can give would be much appreciated. Who’s it gonna be? Hook me up.
In need of a challenge, I decided that tonight I would attempt a culinary feat that has set cooks a-trembling since the Dawn of Man: making my own homemade pizza from scratch. Armed only with the Better Homes and Gardens cookbook and the memories of watching my mom do it a bazillion times, I proceeded to make a large, floury mess of my kitchen. The kneading part was enjoyable, though I proceeded to get goo all through my hair. Once the yeast beast was “resting” in a covered dish, I suddenly remembered that I had only one pan suitable for baking a pie on. “Oh well,” I thought. “There isn’t that much dough, really. I’ll just use it all on one pizza.” (Take a note, kids. Never double up on your pizza dough.) Strike one. While that monstrous slab was baking in the oven, I turned my attention to the toppings. Wanting to be professional, I sliced my onions very thin. Thin to the point of shriveling into tiny charred strands of nothingness after being baked. Strike two. (Always remember to cut veggies into substantial chunks to avoid oven disintegration.) And lastly, as I was spreading the cheese over the top of this aberration (the dough had formed a lovely dome in the center, so everything slid towards the crust), I realized that simply picking the “white” shredded cheese doesn’t guarantee mozzarella in this country, but instead nine times out of ten you’ve got low-fat cheddar. Which kinda sucked. Strike three, I’m out.
Actually it was edible. As someone once said, “Pizza is like sex. Even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good.” (I’m paraphrasing.) This was edible, though the ratio of crust-to-topping was off by about a factor of four. The Snook, bless him, politely praised it and only revealed his true feelings when he let slip a tiny “Were you supposed to put salt in this?” Ouch. Well, there’s always Papa.
Jerry Springer in ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’??? The apocalypse is upon us.
Apologies for the outage today. No clue what caused it.
“Vampire slayer Buffy enters Australian politics.” That is awesome. I hope we manage to get there before the election next month (doubtful)… I wanna see this chick! (Link courtesy of Sparky.)
Update: Snookums informs me that anybody that would likely be swayed by her “Buffy” affiliation would probably vote for her anyway, because “she’s a honey.” Uh-huh.
Hey, looks like there’s another remotely-hosted weblog commenting system on the market. It’s called BlogBack and it seems a little more customizable than Reblogger. You might wanna give it a try. Or maybe you wanna just wait until I finally release my homegrown blogging system to the world. Now there’s something I could do to occupy my time…