Today's lessons from the kitchen
Sep. 21st, 2006 11:01 pmFrom the sublime...
There's something wonderful about simultaneously cooking the gumbo recipe from my ex-girlfriend's mother and the challah recipe my mother got from a parent at her Jewish day school. (Balancing "now add 8 ounces of crab meat" with, I kid you not, "Do your dishes and clean up the flour that spilled on the floor. Your mother doesn’t work here.")
...to the ridiculous.
I found that I can nauseate myself while cooking just by thinking the phrase "sushi-grade catfish".
Finally transitioned, in the alphabetical playlist, from "The Wrong Band" to "Ya Got Trouble". While in the W's, however...well, the thing about album-long tracks that segue from one song to the next is that, when played on random, you get songs that end abruptly, and songs that start abruptly, and sometimes they're right next to each other. Long story short, the transition from "Wish You Were Here" to "With a Little Help From My Friends" is more than a little jarring.
There's something wonderful about simultaneously cooking the gumbo recipe from my ex-girlfriend's mother and the challah recipe my mother got from a parent at her Jewish day school. (Balancing "now add 8 ounces of crab meat" with, I kid you not, "Do your dishes and clean up the flour that spilled on the floor. Your mother doesn’t work here.")
...to the ridiculous.
I found that I can nauseate myself while cooking just by thinking the phrase "sushi-grade catfish".
Finally transitioned, in the alphabetical playlist, from "The Wrong Band" to "Ya Got Trouble". While in the W's, however...well, the thing about album-long tracks that segue from one song to the next is that, when played on random, you get songs that end abruptly, and songs that start abruptly, and sometimes they're right next to each other. Long story short, the transition from "Wish You Were Here" to "With a Little Help From My Friends" is more than a little jarring.