Published at October 30, 2007
in Food.
This one’s TASTY.
I made a few modifications to the basic Mark Bittman’s Autumn Millet Bake recipe that I found here.
Modification #1: I used a mixture of quinoa and millet, mostly because I a) had never really had millet before and b) I was going to have this as a main course, and didn’t feel that the millet would have as much protein as the quinoa.
Modification #2: I doubled the amount of grain, using 1 cup quinoa and 1/2 cup millet, and increased the amount of water accordingly; I also added a little more sage. This probably accounts for the fact that the squash stayed on top rather than sinking into the bake.
Modification #3: I felt that the recipe as is would have been kind of too sweet, so I chopped up some onion and garlic and added it to the oil in the skillet before I added the grains to toast (be sure to rinse off the quinoa first). I really liked the contrast between (among?) the savory onion/garlic and the sweet squash and the tart cranberries.
Modification #4: I probably cut my butternut squash in 1/2-inch chunks rather than 1-inch.
Just got a conflicts check form for one of the doc review jobs I’ve been put in for. Since I have no known conflicts, keeping fingers crossed.
You’ve finally given me something interesting to read while I clear out the spam trap. Trackback spam with quotes! A sampling:
If you put tomfoolery into a computer, nothing comes out of it but tomfoolery But this tomfoolery, having passed through a very expensive machine, is somehow enobled and no-one dares criticize it — Pierre Gallois
Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it — Woody Allen
Man has no right to kill his brother It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder — Percy Bysshe Shelley
And, finally, this one from “beef-witted setting”:
I must confess, I was born at a very early age — Groucho Marx
Good try, and I thank you for providing me better reading material than the folks who want to sell me porn and diet drugs, but I’m still not approving your trackbacks.
The good news: Friday is my last day.
The bad news: this particular bit of timing is not my choice, and I don’t have another job lined up.
Perhaps the universe is telling me it’s time to finish fixing up the apartment, put it on the market and move to Vancouver already.
Maybe I should go to nursing school.
It would certainly be a hell of a lot easier to find work, and nursing’s a transportable and flexible career. It pays decently, and it would only require two years of additional schooling once I take a couple of science prerequisites. I could do humanitarian work. It’s a caring profession. Schools in Canada are pretty cheap (as is, actually, CUNY). I wouldn’t be sitting at a desk all day.
Hm.
Downsides: grossness and doctors, who are probably the only people on the planet with a bigger entitlement complex than equity partners at law firms.
Just finished Week 5 of the program, which means that I ran for 20 minutes without walking.
Albeit, not without breaks. There were three attempts at pooping before we successfully managed it (and the fact that the first attempt was not only unsuccessful, but right in front of a damn garbage can annoyed me), plus about three stops for water at the still-functioning* water fountains. Didn’t cheat on time, though, since I shut off the watch whenever I stopped.
And I was slow, for sure, barely shuffling along faster than my top walking speed. But I did it! I did my 20 minutes. Which means that in a few weeks, when it’s Thanksgiving and I’m running the Prospect Park Turkey Trot, I may not be able to do all five miles, but I’ll do at least three.
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* They usually turn them off around November 1, and they stay off until April or May. One of the water fountains was taken out by a fallen tree during the August tornado, which ripped up some huge-ass trees in the neighborhood. The tree that took out the fountain also took out a park bench, which has not been replaced. Another tree twisted one of the iron fences around the park.
Published at October 20, 2007
in Vanity.
Kind of falling out of love with Feministe.
Or, rather, with being the kind of target you are when you write for Feministe.
Published at October 14, 2007
in Food.
So, the Guinness idea for the chocolate cake?
Well, well worth doing. It sort of richens and deepens the chocolate taste. And I even used nearly-all wheat flour and three grated zucchinis plus applesauce instead of oil. And I can tell the Guinness brought out the chocolate taste even more.
Incidentally, I can’t say enough for grating zucchini into this cake. It makes the cake a bit fudgy in texture, but I’m sure it adds all kinds of nutrients and antioxidants and whatnot. And you can’t taste it a bit.
I wonder if pumpkin would serve the same purpose, but add insane amounts of vitamin A?
So I got my period today.
Problem is, I had it less than two weeks ago.
And two weeks before that as well.
For many years now, I’ve been on a 22-day cycle, pretty much like clockwork, which is something of a pain in the ass. OTOH, it’s meant lighter, shorter periods since the uterine lining doesn’t have much of a chance to do anything. And I’ve been more or less free of bad cramping or nausea or any of that. The worst thing I get is the runs, which is always a joy. And back pain, but I can’t always distinguish the period-related kind from the herniated-disk kind or the tight-back-from-running kind. But, you know, normal, regular, relatively unproblematic menses for about the last 20 years.
So why the HELL am I now getting my period every two weeks? Since this started right around my birthday, is it some little gift from the universe?
And do I really have to wait another TEN TO FIFTEEN YEARS for menopause?
After all of yesterday’s sturm und drang about me getting to work at 9:30, I did — and didn’t have anything to do until 11.
So I did a little more job searching. This might be a good time to go into public interest law. It would certainly save my sanity.
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