Mmm. I have a touch of whipping cream left over from last night's cooktravaganza, and I have it in my espresso this morning.
Delicious.
My friend Kelly made the roasted cauliflower for me a few years ago, and I have added it to my rotation. Delish.
Dan has dropped a few pounds, so it is my mission to fatten him up -- 118! OMG. I married a supermodel! -- and to nutrify him, so tonight will be spinach salad with the leftovers from last nights roast chicken with feta, red pepper, mushrooms, glazed walnuts, dried cran and a lemon-dijon vinaigrette. And he gets peanut butter ice cream for dessert, whereas I get a lemom yogurt parfait. My metabolism is NOT like his.
I need to get out and walk more.
Wait, Scott Hamilton isn't gay? Buzzah?
Oh! I just remembered -- I have all of the delicious juices with lemon and butter and herbs that I saved from the roast chicken. I think I may use it for the base of a portobello-shitake soup, and serve it with a crusty garlic bread.
Foodfistas! Are we hungry, or is it just spring? It would be interesting to see if there is a spike in veg/recipe convos on past threads about this time of year; I KNOW there is around the holidays!
A picture of a baby looking into a mirror: IMPOSTER!!!!
I met Scott Hamilton once because he did a book with Kensington right after the testicular cancer. He is omg WEE. And very nice. Didn't ping me as gay, especially, just sort of shy and dorky.
A friend made me cauliflower mash with parmesan once as a sub for mashed potatoes, and as much as I love mashed potatoes, it was a damn good alternative.
The newest San Francisco Giant's player: [link]
With her awesome third base coach.
Oh, Aims. TEH CUTE. Both of you!
The Playthings At Weirdo Toys Are Unsuitable For All Ages
At the blog Weirdo Toys, ugly, strange, and bootleg toys all live together in disgusting harmony, far away from any children. Peruse the blog's oddball collection and witness such childhood monstrosities as Spider-Superman and the half-Ninja Turtle, half-Hulk hybrid.
At least one of my skatescene friends says its common knowledge that Scott Hamilton is a closet-case who dated dudes for years until he found Jezis and married a chick.
Now he is so FAMILY FRIENDLY! in his commentary that he (somewhat ironically) fucks Johnny Weir with his coverage.
Which makes me sad as I always loved Scotty. I initially resisted the analysis but watching a bunch of videos of him commentating has me agreeing with her conclusion.
