I made soup last night. Supposedly it was Irish Beef Stew. Supposedly.
It took three hours from beginning to end, and trust me when I say that I will not be making that again.
I'm not sure what went wrong, but little went right. Hence this blog is sans picture of stew.
I've emailed Nico aka Roomie to see if she is still alive. Cross your fingers. Its been three minutes and I haven't heard back from her yet. But I'll start fretting if I don't hear back from her in three hours.
I guess one of the problems was the excessive amount of thyme I added. Its not my fault though-all the other spices had the 'control' top-you know, the plastic top with holes for easier measurement control. The thyme is the only spice without that plastic covering, so needless to say much more than one tablespoon was added. Probably much more than two tablespoons. I think half the container let loose.
The other problem was the fact that I used half beef stock and half chicken broth. Not intentionally. Once again-its not my fault. Once I went into Ralphs I had to go pee. BADLY. So I blazed through the aisles picking up potatoes, tomato paste, Worchestershire sauce, and beef stock. I didn't bother checking to see if the container behind the beef stock was beef stock or not. I just assumed. MY BAD.
After browning the beef, I added the first container. Then I added the second box. The coloring of the second box was much darker than the first. Imagine my surprise. My shock. I yelped. But what can I do, right?
Roomie still has not emailed me back. Shit
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Job Fair Ka-put
One of the millions of reasons I loved childhood was the boundless opportunities life presented. It was the time where I could declare myself to be an astronaut on Monday, a doctor on Tuesday, a scientist on Wednesday, a ballerina on Thursday (sans my non-lithe figure), and a circus clown on Friday. Life was chalk full of opportunities.
The downside to growing up is the realization that not everything is possible, and as you progress through life, you're suppose to narrow your career choices down. In other words, focus on one career path. Basically dashed dreams. Right now my title is Compliance Associate (as you can probably deduce, it wasn't any of my Monday-Friday career paths either). There's no way to describe it in plain English so I'm not going to bother trying. I've batted around the idea of working at a bookstore or Starbucks if I'm ever in the situation where money is not an issue (just to point out my lack of progress, from the day I got my first job to the present, money has always been an issue).
I'm old enough to know that I have to actually do something to become rich, but young enough to believe that the way to go about that goal is by playing the lottery. J-Unit sent me a link to a Starbucks game, 'Be the Barista!'
http://www.epicurious.com/promo/starbucks/indexs.html
(for some reason I can't get my links to work)
Its a time game where you have to make various drinks. Its suppose to highlight the hundreds of variations to a Starbucks drink, but in all honesty, it highlights my inadequacy and lack of coffee knowledge. Its a damn good thing I'm nowhere near winning to lottery. I got 1 out of 8 drinks correct. So far I've played this game 5 times.
The downside to growing up is the realization that not everything is possible, and as you progress through life, you're suppose to narrow your career choices down. In other words, focus on one career path. Basically dashed dreams. Right now my title is Compliance Associate (as you can probably deduce, it wasn't any of my Monday-Friday career paths either). There's no way to describe it in plain English so I'm not going to bother trying. I've batted around the idea of working at a bookstore or Starbucks if I'm ever in the situation where money is not an issue (just to point out my lack of progress, from the day I got my first job to the present, money has always been an issue).
I'm old enough to know that I have to actually do something to become rich, but young enough to believe that the way to go about that goal is by playing the lottery. J-Unit sent me a link to a Starbucks game, 'Be the Barista!'
http://www.epicurious.com/promo/starbucks/indexs.html
(for some reason I can't get my links to work)
Its a time game where you have to make various drinks. Its suppose to highlight the hundreds of variations to a Starbucks drink, but in all honesty, it highlights my inadequacy and lack of coffee knowledge. Its a damn good thing I'm nowhere near winning to lottery. I got 1 out of 8 drinks correct. So far I've played this game 5 times.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
All Grown Up
Supposedly...
I spent my birthday-Super Bowl weekend in Vegas. Had a blast (as always).
This is the crew at a bar in Mandalay Bay. From L to R: Nico, Bob, J-Unit, Marky Mark, me, Paul.
I couldn't quite figure out what the bar was called, but I think it translates to 'Red Square.' Or at least that's what we called it (maybe it was the whole Communism theme going on).
Mark and Nico. I think Mark is wishing for some other kind of action.
Mark again. Really, no need for an explanation.
I'm not even sure how to explain this one. This is at the Bellagio hotel in the garden area. I have no clue what the garden area is called, but they decorated it for Chinese New Years. And this is the picture I have to show for going there.
To sum it all up: won at blackjack-the $5 table at Palace Station and the $3 table at Slots O Fun (hey-we po' folks can't afford tables at the big fancy-smancy hotels!), lost at bingo, lost at craps, and lost a dollar on a slot machine. Oh...and lost betting on the Bears :( But...nonetheless, only lost around 25 bucks!!!!
I spent my birthday-Super Bowl weekend in Vegas. Had a blast (as always).
This is the crew at a bar in Mandalay Bay. From L to R: Nico, Bob, J-Unit, Marky Mark, me, Paul.
I couldn't quite figure out what the bar was called, but I think it translates to 'Red Square.' Or at least that's what we called it (maybe it was the whole Communism theme going on).
Mark and Nico. I think Mark is wishing for some other kind of action.
Mark again. Really, no need for an explanation.
I'm not even sure how to explain this one. This is at the Bellagio hotel in the garden area. I have no clue what the garden area is called, but they decorated it for Chinese New Years. And this is the picture I have to show for going there.
To sum it all up: won at blackjack-the $5 table at Palace Station and the $3 table at Slots O Fun (hey-we po' folks can't afford tables at the big fancy-smancy hotels!), lost at bingo, lost at craps, and lost a dollar on a slot machine. Oh...and lost betting on the Bears :( But...nonetheless, only lost around 25 bucks!!!!
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