I’ve finally found enough free time to do something of substance with my new video camera. Combining two of my interests, filming and baking. Yay!
New stuffies and also news of good news: there’s another little one on the way!
Remember when my camera got nicked, and I went to the fuzz? That was over a year ago. But now, I’ve been supoenaed as a witness against the shlub who happened to leave his bag in the stairwell the same night it happened.
Julie Dumonteil is my girlfriend. She is smart, witty, beautiful, and also my copilot on the cuddle shuttle.
You’ve already seen pictures of her from my trips in France — her pictures happen to be the most viewed in the gallery.
She beat me at arm wrestling and so now I have to do yoga with her for the rest of the week.
Today was the first session. It was sheer torture. One of my favorite poses was when while standing, you lift up a leg bent behind you, grab the ankle, stretch it out backwards and put the other hand out in front, hold it for three breaths, and then die.
It’s called the funky shiva.
Can’t find my Glock
It was a startling feeling when sitting in the cinema I realized that I couldn’t find my Glock. I was panicked and looked everywhere as if in a fever. But then, in a rare spell of lucidity due to the fact that I allowed myself a long weekend lie in, I remembered that I don’t and never intend to own a gun. I realized that this part of the dream was residue from watching Rob’s video he made for his dad’s birthday; his dad always packed heat on his way to and from the garage he ran, thus making humourous fodder for the video.
Potato Zucchini soup
This is a recipe that Julie improvised this week and got rave reviews.
Starting by heating up onions or the like in oil in the bottom of the pot until they are transparent, chop 3 or 4 zucchinis and volume-wise the same amount of peeled potatoes. Add them to the pot and let them steam for a few minutes. Then add about a liter of soup stock, first covered until you get a good boil, then let it boil off the excess liquid for about 15 minutes, until the water line is down to the tops of the veggies.
Meantime, add a palm full of curry, a little less of 5 spices, some salt and pepper to taste. When your girlfriend isn’t looking, add a tiny bit of chili powder.
You should be stirring now and then the entire time.
When the water has evaporated down so it doesn’t look so soupy, take that pot off the heat and apply the puree wand to the equation until it looks like baby food.
Put it back on a low heat to keep it hot and maybe boil off any excessive wateriness. Keep the heat low, yo; if it bubbles up you’ll have a mess on your hands.
Serve with a dollop of sour cream on top. Dee-lish!
Using the standard bread dough recipe and throwing some dogs in the mix, you can attain bagely dogglieness unattainable by just buying them at the store–if you have a Sam’s card
Just for giggles: Dough for bread (and bagels) recipe –look Ma, no cups– can be found below.
Dividing the dough into 12 parts, roll them out into oblong shapes longer than the length of the weeners. I forgot my rolling pin, so I used the jar the sausages came in.
Roll up sausages in the dough. Go ahead and allow a couple of layers, then pinch up the seam and cut off the excess dough. You’ll probably have a bit more dough than needed for a dozen dogs.
Start boiling up a pot or wide saucepan of water with a little salt and a spoonful of molasses. Go ahead and preheat the oven to hot.
Keep on rolling up them dogs, always laying them seamside down. Giving them a few minutes like this helps smooth out the profile as the dough reconciles itself.
Optional, but awesome: brush with eggwhite, sprinkle with sesame or onion pieces or poppy seeds.
With the water boiling, give your dogs a boiling bath. Boil them for a minute or two; try to turn them over halfway through.
Bake them on a parchment baking sheet for about 20 minutes.
Letting them cool off a tad, they are ready to eat while still hot. Still, true to bagel dog styley, I think they are even better when heated up the next day in the microwave.
Serve with mustard!
Boy I hate cold sores. This ones been after me since a week now. Feels like I have a cornflake glued to my lip.
Anyway, remember when I talked about shrinking down those sweaters to make felt? Well, I finally got around to trying it out in praxis. I managed to break the needle at least twice, god knows how many times the thread broke on me. I made a Lenny, who’s a character I sometimes invoke in class, and also this guy below.