Tuesday, December 30, 2008

the eternal question: what's for supper?


My friend Sameer has re-begun posting his favorite recipes on his re-newed blog Random Vibrations, providing hints to the eternal question I face everyday, "What's for supper/lunch/...?". Sameer is an expert on all things spice-related. He has delved into many types of cuisine, and prides himself on scientifically testing and optimizing his recipes, not to mention all criteria convex and quasi-convex.

something else to listen to


Aquarium Drunkard has posted three lists of their 10 favorite songs of '08. The mp3's for each are provided for download: 2008 Songs in Review.

Something else else: All of TV on the Radio's album Dear Science is streamed from their myspace page.

Everything is funnier in Lego form
Photo from Racing Thoughts

Monday, December 29, 2008

alternate reality

Apple fritter: my favorite type of donut
Photo by Bruce Bilmes and Sue Boyle

My favorite quote from today, so far:
In fact, there’s a whole alternate reality available to viewers of YouTube documentaries ...
from "Of shoe mailers, conspiracies and piccolos" on msnbc.

something to listen to

i'm streaming the full bright eyes album "cassadaga" from their myspace page:
http://www.myspace.com/brighteyes
it's nice of bands to let you listen to their music.
bbye

Thursday, December 18, 2008

more common sense

Photo by Rymel, "Bursting Mud Bubble"

It saves minutes to boil hot instead of cold water for cooking. Minutes! Apparently, though, it is not a healthy thing to do, according to my Mom and this article: Never drink or cook with hot tap water. Who knew? Not I!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

kristin's wisdom of the day

Here's a question I've been pondering since 15 minutes ago when I was deciding what to eat for supper, something my decades of education have not yet prepared me for:
How long do hot dogs last in your refrigerator once they've been opened?
It seems like a hot dog should be one of those things that doesn't go bad cuz it's pre-cooked and full of salt, preservatives, and other unnatural ingredients. Like, bacon lasts forever, right? So, I was planning on a meal of a semi-suspicious-looking, high-quality, Hebrew National All-Beef hot dog wrapped in a tortilla (I don't have any bread). But, I was told not to eat it, even though I had already cooked it and covered it in mustard, and it smelled really tasty, as it has been many weeks since I bought and opened the package. Alas, I ended up eating a plain tortilla for supper. Woe is me.

So, how long does a hot dog last once the package has been opened? May the world never know? I think that some scientific experiments should be performed to answer this question, but, until I have more proof, I will use the wisdom offered here: one week is safe, and the tasty tasty benefits of trying three weeks probably do not outweigh the unpleasantness of potential food poisoning.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Ode to a Thanksgiving Weekend


As I am still working on my two-week old, left-over sweet potatoes from Thanksgiving, I declare this post to still be timely. Well, I'm not promising I'm still going to eat the potatoes. They are in my fridge, and they are probably okay, but I am a little scared. I looked at them yesterday and decided that I would instead eat a quesadilla made out of an old, dried out tortilla and cheddar cheese that was beginning to change color. You know how cheddar cheese changes color -- it gets harder and more orange and maybe a little less opaque. Yeah, I probably won't eat those sweet potatoes. With Kyle out of town, there is no one to take me to the hospital if I die of sweet potato poisoning. That would be some way to go, though. So maybe this post is no longer timely.

In any case, above is a collage singing the praises of my Thanksgiving weekend. I took a lot of pictures over the weekend, but cannot share most of them because some unnamed people are worried that the internet will steal their souls if I post them. Just kidding, I understand, I am self-conscious about my picture as well. Notice that there are not any pictures of me, either. Stupid soul-stealing internet.

"Quit jivin' me tur-key!"
Don't flip me MOCA!
Don't forget about me man!
Train of inside jokes that only I understand!
Choo-choo!