Articles from: 2012

I’ve been making some progress on these modules (currently on three out of eight) but I decided to take a bit of a break at work today and watch a movie off of my Amazon prime subscription: Page One, Inside the New York Times.  It made me wish I was better writer so I thought maybe I should write a breaking story of how my roommate went to Vegas last weekend and left me in charge of taking care of Cookie, which didn’t amount to much besides feeding and walking her and petting her and feeding her doggie treats and letting her wander around outside while I braved the California weather for this photo op.  I can smell that Pulitzer already.

Last Saturday was my first attempt at making lasagna. I followed this recipe, recommended to me by both my coworker and punchfork (which I’ve become a fan of).  Another weekend ago I made braised fruited lamb shank which was probably more photogenic but alas, no photo (I had a friend over and I didn’t want to make him wait setting up the camera and tripod and arranging the scene; I just can’t seem to take a quick snapshot with my fantsy-pants camera).  Anyway, with the amount of cheese and meat I put in this bad boy, I would hate to see its nutritional info. It was also the first time I used a dutch oven for the meat sauce.  It was my roommates and I’m thinking his cost a pretty penny. I’ve never handled a piece of cooking wear so delicately.  I must have soaped and washed that thing five times after it was clean before putting it back in its box. On a totally random note, here’s a photo of my roommate’s girlfriend’s dog named Cookie (wearing a pooh suit for the winter months).  If you ever want to be a chef who makes food that gets longing mouthwatering glares, this is the dog to get.

My cube neighbor has a tiny personal fridge by her computer.  I think it’s pretty neat!  It can hold some fruit and a couple soft drinks, tops.

Last Sunday I went out to eat with some people from my small group and I asked the kids what movies they’ve seen recently and they said Kung Fu Panda 2 and The Iron Giant.  I asked if they cried at the end of the movie and they said no and I told them I did and they asked if I was a baby (at the time I’m assuming). Yes, a baby.  A 21 year old baby.

Lately I’ve had a few conversations that go like this:

Me: How’s it going? Him: Pretty good, how are you? Me: I’m ok, how are you? Him: <pause> … good.

I think “I’m ok, how are you?” just kinda rolls of the tongue.  I guess a person’s status doesn’t really change after only two seconds.