Thursday, October 25, 2012
And no, I'm not being British, swearing about a bird. Rather, my friend Ian holds what he calls Odd Tuesday potlucks, a more or less biweekly opportunity to get together and eat and laugh with friends. The event goes on hiatus during the summertime, and as I've known Ian only a few months, this was the first such event I've made it to.
The night before, I'd grabbed chicken thighs at the store, with the intention of prepping something fowl. I also happened to buy a bottle of V8, the low sodium variety, for drinking purposes. These were two unrelated events. On Wednesday (another mutual friends' band played their debut show Tuesday, hence the relocation of Odd Tuesday to a Wednesday. As an aside, this band's name is Danny Glover and the Lethal Weapons. The lead singer/guitarist's name actually is Danny Glover) as I was deboning and deskinning the chicken, I came across one thigh that was a bit, well, bloody. Maybe the farm didn't quite properly exsanguinate this bird, I don't know, but whatever the reason, the veins in this bit of chicken were still red.
The reason this matter to the story is because if the way I cook...basically I just make crap up. Start with chicken, and open up the cupboard to see what I can try. Yesterday, I had a vague idea of cooking the chicken in a soup, maybe cream of mushroom or something, and then spicing it up. But I saw that bloody bit of chicken, and I thought "Bloody Chicken!" So I went over to the liquor cabinet, and grabbed vodka, hit the refrigerator for the V8 I'd bought the night before, and a marinade was born. We didn't have any Tabasco, so I made do with Sriracha. Worcestershire sauce didn't happen, either, but it wasn't really missed. Ended up sauteeing half a sweet onion before cooking the chicken, adding more vodka and V8 to the pan, and the final result was decent enough. Got a few compliments on it at the potluck, which was nice..they must have liked the final product more than I did!
That is the fun thing about cooking for me, though, the fact that I don't always know what I'm going to get. Sometimes it works, and I've got something to try again (should take a stab at the cinnamon amaretto glazed pork chop again soon!), and sometimes it fails, an experiment gone badly. I do wish I had more conventional abilities in the kitchen, as I'd be the last to claim that I'm any sort of decent cook...but I am capable of turning out a decent tasting product, and having a bit of fun along the way, and that's good enough for me.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
I got the Entertainment Book for Madison for this past year. If you're not familiar with it, it's a book of coupons, largely 2 for 1s from a large variety of vendors/stores, etc in a given area. Problem is, I haven't really used it all that well this past year, so there are a ton of great offers (and a ton of tasty offers) still outstanding with, now, just a week to go before they coupons expire. So I'm looking at all of these things, thinking, really, I should use them, and then thinking further, using them would result in me blowing up like a balloon in the next week. Both from overeating, and from the resultant gas attacks that might occur. You're welcome for that mental image!
Then again, I've been having similar thoughts for the past couple of weeks, and I haven't broken down and started living at Taco Bell, so, I suppose these coupons will be allowed to go gently into that good night. Oh well, these books are usually priced around $30, a level that allows you to save the entire cost of the book within a few weeks, without even trying very hard, so it's not as if I haven't gotten at least $200 of value out of the book's contents over the past year. It's just that these remaining coupons are staring at me with sad purply eyes (not a typo, the fast food section's color scheme is actually purple), and I'm trying to decide if I need to talk someone into a run to the brand new Dunkin Donuts that opened up in town, sometime between now and October 31st.
Actually, that might have to happen, regardless of the date. I have a friend who went to college in the Boston area, who's been frothing at the mouth about the opening of this store. This trip has to happen, if only to prevent hyperventilation. It's a public service! At least that's how the rationalization will go :)
Friday, October 19, 2012
Been in a grey, negative moods the past few days. May be just an extension of being sick last week, more likely from all but having made a decision that I didn't want to, but there you have it. My mood today matches that of the clouds outside, an all encompassing, overcast grey that isn't presently threatening rain, but lends itself of those sorts of thoughts more so than dreams of good weather.
So where am I? Eating fast food two days in a row. Which, on the good side, is something that hasn't happened in a long time. I honestly can't remember the last time I did that, and that includes bar food, which is a regular summer feature. There wasn't anything self-malicious here, was out of doors Wednesday, and ate out, then went to the library as mentioned in the previous blog, and did end up going to the gym afterwards. And Thursday, well, I was in a good mood after the Tigers swept the Yankees to get to the World Series. and tried the bacon portabella melt they keep advertising at Wendy's. Rather tasty.
Here's the thing about this screed; there's a little bit of overstatement going on, and deliberately so, I'm trying to beat myself up a bit more so than I might otherwise, I'm trying to overshare details that I usually keep to myself. In a way, it's being done in an effort to use this space as an outlet, but it's also being done in an effort to put those details out there to remind myself of how things are going, should I ever need or want to re-visit the steps along this journey. It's not a play for sympathy; more like an acknowledgement of what use this space can have if properly utilized, and an on-going exploration for what that proper usage is.
Ok, so today, I might go to the MUFA fall finals and get a beer and brat, or I might go volunteer at the food pantry and have whatever they serve for supper. Tomorrow, I will go watch football (Michigan vs Michigan State...GO BLUE!) with fellow alumni, and eat bar food, and go to a birthday party after and drink something alcoholic. Sunday...haven't a clue what I'm up to then, but I really ought to get my butt out to some GOTV effort, so I think I might do just that. Maybe do the knocking on the doors rather than phone calls, and call it exercise in the process, though I suppose there won't be nearly as much sweat as when I did so in the 90 degree heat prior to the gubernatorial recall election we had in Wisconsin in June.
So there you have it, self-criticism in advance, not to sound too communistic about it. And now I have to go let a puppy out of its crate before it pees all over the place. Poor thing (roommates' pup, his daddy has gone hunting and taken his older sister along, leaving him alone for the first time, I think, ever), he's been howling all day.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Baseball likely isn't happening tonight, with a huge swath of precip bearing down on Detroit. The game is being delayed as I type, the kind of no rain "rain delay" that has fans wondering whether New York, on the verge of elimination, isn't getting favorable treatment from the MLB offices, in not starting a game and perhaps wasting their best pitcher on a game that might not proceed long enough to count. Let the game get postponed, I say, the less excuses they have, the better.
The reason for the delay on my end is that it actually is raining here in the Madison area, actually pouring outside the library I'm sitting in at the moment. Makes it a bit tough to get motivated to get to the gym when a) that wasn't in the plans, really (I was gonna watch baseball tonight!) and b) I'm promised two soakings just trying to get to the gym. I suppose the latter isn't really an excuse, as the same wettenings await were I to go home right now.
Spent the day being somewhat productive, unearthing a couple of possibilities previously undiscovered in the work search. Same thing goes as with a lot of other listings, overqualified for some things, underqualified for others, qualified for a small subset of things, if you ignore the 5 year gap since last I utilized those particular skills. Rather frustrating, really. Also frustrating, the fact that I'm not able to unwind my skull enough to really ask for help. Mentioning it here as an attempt to kick my own behind into doing things that needed doing many many moons ago. Given that I'd mentioned the situation at the start of the process and then stopped doing so, I'm not sure that that'll work, but it's worth a shot. I think.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
One aspect of the body image issue is that no matter how decently I might appear on occasion, I still feel like a fatass. I'm well aware of this, and yet, it surprises me greatly when I see a picture of myself appearing as I do in this profile pic. The image I have of myself is more along the lines of what I saw in the mirror when I went to get a haircut earlier today, with the double chin hanging over the white strip of cloth wrapped around the neck to keep the chopped hair from cascading down the front of the shirt you're wearing.
I'm fully cognizant that that's one small symptom in the larger issues I have with self-confidence, or the lack thereof, or those issues of not liking who or where I am in life. The change in the profile pic is deliberate, an attempt to show myself that aspect of who I want to be healthwise. Heck, the previous, crazy hair pic was, in a way, the same thing, putting out there for consumption one aspect of the person I wish I could be, confident enough to express myself in that manner. Trying for something different this time around, with a version of who I am on occasion already. I just need to convince myself that reality exists.
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