I have been making the BEST egg sandwiches for myself lately. Really it’s all about cooking the egg just right, so the yolk is soft enough to burst and ooze just right when you bite into it but not runny enough to get all over EVERYTHING. The trick, I have found, is cooking one side up mostly, then when everything’s looking solid flip it over and cook the sunny side for about 13 seconds, then flip back and check it, then flip once more and another 13 seconds. Eggs: much like David Ives, they are all in the timing.
Also, salting and peppering well. Plus, the ubiquitous efficiency of Kraft singles. Don’t think there is any food product more evocative of my childhood. I used to get a kick out of how I could just slurp bites of one of them down my gullet without chewing. And yes it is food PRODUCT, not just food. Really, they’re pretty gross things, but PERFECT for an egg & cheese.
I always mean to take a picture but usually I’m too into eating it immediately, so, maybe next time?
Mmmmm, up early enough in the morning to bake scones.
These are from a super easy super awesome cream scones recipe from my big red book o’ NYTimes recipes that I have adapted about a million ways because all you have to do is throw some extra shit in with the dough or with the cream and stir it up. Today’s variation is LOTS OF MOTHERFUCKIN’ CINNAMON.
I think I’m going to blog more about cooking… I mean, I think it’s happening, yo.
So, this is a reason DC Comics is awesome: http://www.joinwecanbeheroes.org/
But something doesn’t really sit right with me about this campaign. I think it’s because the whole thing seems geared toward a pretty self-centered message. “I give because it makes me feel good.” “I feel like a hero and that makes me feel good about myself.”
Here’s what I would rather have you take a closer look at: The Girl Effect. Here’s an initiative that motivates me outside of myself. I watched the first one of these and it stuck with me for months; this new one is even more powerful.
But, okay. Time to stop comparing production quality of videos encouraging me to change the world and time to start actually changing the world. Still, The Girl Effect is good and I want to start there. www.girleffect.org
[edit] Let’s be clear, please, that I am not saying one initiative is good and another is not. Both are incredibly worthy. I just wish we would want to give for others’ sake without thinking about ourselves, but that’s because I am very cynical. If we lived in a society where wealth was spread naturally I wouldn’t even have to think about this. I still wish there was a way to make a global communist economy viable. And no, U.S. Government, I don’t fucking care if you hunt me down and take me for saying that.
Tonight I have to make dinner for my broke-ass self using only things already in my kitchen. Surprise, broke self, you’re a boss. This is gonna be a tasty as fuck lentil stew thing.
Here’s how you make it: take half an onion, slice it up real thin, cook it in a saucepan with some butter and also salt and pepper. Let the onion start to get all caramelized and fragrant, then throw in a diced tomato on top of it. On top of that you want some chicken or veggie stock, maybe mixed with water if you want, two cups is probably good. Then you want like half a bag of lentils, more salt and pepper, a shit ton of turmeric and ground cumin, and a couple bay leaves, and you let that shit simmer. Probably for a while because those were some old-ass lentils in my cupboard. Oh, wash em first too, kids. I also overcompensated with the spices because I had like only half a cup of chicken stock left so the rest was water but I like my shit spicy so suck it, world.
While I wait for that shit to get all thick and lentil-y I’m drinking bourbon & ginger ale, to cure all that ails, and reading Uncommon Women (luv u 4ever R.I.P. Wendy Wass), so Hannah Hart got nothin’ on me (just kidding luv u 2 bb)
But in all seriousness this ish is smelling good. I could write a sonnet about the effervescence of turmeric & bay leaves. Tune in next weekkkkkkk (haha no don’t)
“Serpents” - Sharon Van Etten
The greatest song I have heard so far in 2012 (yes, it took me this long to discover)
The only girl on the boys’ summer softball team.
At Twelve: Portraits of Young Women by Sally Mann, 1983-1985
Amateur Night of the Day: President Obama sings the sultry opening line from Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together” during a campaign event tonight at the Apollo Theatre.
Green, who was in attendance at the historic event (the first visit to the legendary Harlem landmark by a sitting president), has yet to share his thoughts on Obama’s loving homage.
[@alex_ogle.]
My president sings!
Good god four more years of this PLEASE!!! Is it too soon to start the chant? FOUR MORE YEARS!
So the Emasculated Asian Immigrant Han Lee is taken care of - I can’t even get started on the Cackling Old Black Guy, Earl (who manages to embody the, oh look at that, emasculation of all black men ever in about seven words).
Do I remember correctly that the creators of this show were all smug and proud of themselves for making a feminist show, because it was penned and produced by a woman and stars two women? Even that position looks a little weak. How does it make sense to try to build up the feminist agenda by cutting down all men?
Of course just because a show is created by women or “for women” or whatever doesn’t mean it’s going to be good LET ALONE have anything good to say “for women” or on behalf of them. Honestly this is just downright embarrassing. We can do better than this. This is cheap shots.
And it’s not that I’m one of those people who looks at shows created by women and says “oh this is going to be indicative of the whole gender and exemplary of women’s struggles in Hollywood and should be held up to this impossible high standard of speaking for THE ENTIRE GENDER.” Far from it. But it seems like they tried to tout it as oh-so-forward-thinking and THAT is what gets my goat.
All told I see nothing to prove so far that this isn’t offensive and insulting to anybody, regardless of race or gender, with a modicum of taste.
(Source: yoisthisracist)
Of course there’s one of these.
“THIS IS WHAT I AM. THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.”
