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This is what happens when one is over 30 and lives with a heterosexual male who is also over 30 whom one is not married to:
Megastructures on the National Geographic Channel (From which I learned about Palm Jubaih island in Dubai and the proof that Saudi Arabia has WAY too much money)
More Weather Channel than you can shake a stick or a very cranky cat at
Super Snakes
A new Led Zepplin song book to endure in the wee small hours.
I swear to god, I wish he hadn't found the National Geographic channel. I really, really mean it.
I came home early. Collapsed on the couch and watched the Project Runway finale! Totally think the winner deserved it. Watched a little of Top Chef, but I think they're all gonna be too bitchy to really enjoy. It's also much, much harder to offer up the sensory experience of food as part of a contest when you can't taste it and when the judges don't do anything to describe the ingredients or flavors.
But it inspired me to make dinner. I used the blackberries I had that were about to turn, sauteed turkey cutlets, took them out, reduced the blackberries with wine, took 'em out of the pan, added butter, shallots, more wine, salt and pepper, readded the blackberry reduction, put the turkey cutlets back in and let them finishing cooking in the sauce. I think it ended up being yummy. Since I still can't taste anything, it could have been vile and I would have only had the vaguest idea, so that's something. But it was beautiful if nothing else and I have these lovely blue square plates that make everything look like nouvelle cuisine.
And wow, this entry brought to you by the person leading the world's dullest existence. I blame the snot.
Megastructures on the National Geographic Channel (From which I learned about Palm Jubaih island in Dubai and the proof that Saudi Arabia has WAY too much money)
More Weather Channel than you can shake a stick or a very cranky cat at
Super Snakes
A new Led Zepplin song book to endure in the wee small hours.
I swear to god, I wish he hadn't found the National Geographic channel. I really, really mean it.
I came home early. Collapsed on the couch and watched the Project Runway finale! Totally think the winner deserved it. Watched a little of Top Chef, but I think they're all gonna be too bitchy to really enjoy. It's also much, much harder to offer up the sensory experience of food as part of a contest when you can't taste it and when the judges don't do anything to describe the ingredients or flavors.
But it inspired me to make dinner. I used the blackberries I had that were about to turn, sauteed turkey cutlets, took them out, reduced the blackberries with wine, took 'em out of the pan, added butter, shallots, more wine, salt and pepper, readded the blackberry reduction, put the turkey cutlets back in and let them finishing cooking in the sauce. I think it ended up being yummy. Since I still can't taste anything, it could have been vile and I would have only had the vaguest idea, so that's something. But it was beautiful if nothing else and I have these lovely blue square plates that make everything look like nouvelle cuisine.
And wow, this entry brought to you by the person leading the world's dullest existence. I blame the snot.
