Archive for December, 2007

Dueling mac and cheeze recipes

I haven’t done any food blogging for a while, so I thought I’d share a couple of mac-and-faux-cheeze recipes that I’ve been trying out. First, Mac and Cheeze/Mac and Yease:

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Recipe here. I added broccoli. It’s tasty. Oh, yes, it’s tasty. It doesn’t taste exactly like Mac ‘n’ Cheese of course, but it’s got that salty, cheesy, creamy kind of taste and texture to it, which is probably what you’re really looking for in a big bowl of comfort food. But it’s oily and heavy (what with all the margarine) and thus, not an everyday kind of dish. But for special occasions, I’d bust it out.

Next up: Mac Daddy.

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Wow, that’s a good bit greener than I was expecting it to look in the photo.

Anyway, Mac Daddy is one of the recipes in Veganomicon, a wonderful new cookbook by Isa Chandra Moskowitz and Terry Hope Romero. This one only uses a little oil in the cheezy sauce, and adds crumbled tofu for body, creaminess and extra protein. I love this one, and have made it several times since I got the book. So much so that I’ve had to make myself stop so I can get some variety and try some other recipes. Today I’m going to try Cauliflower and Mushroom Potpie with Black Olive Crust. Except maybe with something other than cauliflower, since it’s not my favorite thing ever.

Recipe follows. Continue reading ‘Dueling mac and cheeze recipes’

Why I’m glad I don’t work at home more often

The office where I work is closed, but because I need the money, because there’s still work that needs to be done, and because the document review I’m doing is online, I got all the secret codes so I can work from home.

And, dammit, wouldn’t you know it’s a nice day out.

Which means that the kids from the daycare center that’s right outside my window are out in the yard, screaming their heads off.  Well, except that one kid, who makes all these weird guttural howls.  I suspect that may be the same kid who brandished a hockey stick at me and Junebug one day as we were walking by his house and howled, “I WANNA KILL THE DOG!”

And people wonder why I don’t want kids.

Welcome to the wonderful world of dating!

Or, why Zuzu prefers to scratch the itch without getting emotionally involved at this point.

After reading some of the responses to this guest-post by Linnaeus over at Feministe, I decided that I’d give OK Cupid a try. It’s been a while since I’ve done any real online dating-dating, at least not since Nerve went from a buy-credits-to-send-emails model to a per-month-charge model, along with a really ugly site redesign. And since I don’t really get out all that much anymore, I’m not meeting a whole lot of men through activities (yes, I need to change that, for reasons apart from meeting men. I’m working on it). Mostly, I’ve been on, ahem, “alternative” personals sites for the aforementioned itch-scratching, but that’s been hit or miss, too. But at least there are no illusions, and few games, because everyone knows what you’re there for. Not that it keeps some guys from freaking out anyway, but that’s not my problem.

Anyway, for various reasons, I’m looking for a little something more. So in goes the toe.

I signed up Thursday, my profile got approved Friday, and I began filling it out and answering questions this morning. The first email I got was while I was still filling out the profile, and asked me why no picture. Had I known how that one would end up, I’d have ended it right there. But more about him later. Continue reading ‘Welcome to the wonderful world of dating!’

Why so angry?

So I’m reading this piece in Broadsheet the other day about a new paper on a study demonstrating that white women are most affected in terms of salary and promotion for being fat,* and against my better judgment, I looked in the comments. As you might expect, the usual suspects brought up the usual moral panic about fat people and healthcare (as do the commenters at a posting on the New Economist’s blog about the study, and their comments are even worse), but one person made an interesting observation:

In addition to the “you can if you really WANT to,” the “prove yourself” and all the other self-help that is more useful and more kindly meant, people have bought up the insensate, profane and semi-literate rage that is often expressed by men and women alike when the subject of obese white women is dragged into editorial columns yet again.

From the especially vitriolic women, I think it’s a way of women establishing superiority over other women while expressing fear of losing status in their subtext. “I’m not like that. I’m not fat. I’m not disgusting. I’m special — but, oh God, what happens if I gain weight? No, I’ve got to hate this so I won’t and can maintain my special perfect thinness.” Barf. And many of them do.

From the especially vitriolic men, it’s “how dare these THINGS not do everything they can to ‘prove themselves’ in our eyes, but instead OFFEND those eyes. They’re not LISTENING TO US.” These characters, especially the semi-literates, seem to think it’s the right of every man, regardless of how he looks, to have arm candy of his very own and to judge women who don’t meet that standard for whatever reasons. Thyroid, anyone? Water retention? How about pregnancy? Want a woman with a big belly to hide out lest your eyes be offended? Repeat after me, and without four-letter words, IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU.

I really wonder if this is the extent of it. The gibbering and incoherent rage that comes up when this subject is raised is really astonishing, especially that from men, and especially men who seem to think that they’ll be FORCED to find fat women attractive if fat somehow becomes acceptable.

Which I always think is rather revealing, because who’s to say fat women think you’re attractive, punkin?

But I do think this status thing ties into this terror of having to accept fat people, particularly fat women, and especially particularly fat white women. It’s like some kind of advance case of cooties or something, where the very idea of being seen as accepting a fat person as a human being might contaminate that person. And I’m sure a lot of it is simple social anxiety and far too much emphasis on status and the “market value” of one’s mate (which seems to be a big thing in libertarian circles these days). Because you might secretly be attracted to fat women, but you wouldn’t want anyone else to know about it, so you have to loudly proclaim how disgusting they are.

I also wouldn’t be surprised if there weren’t a significant feeling that fat women — you know, the kind of women who are supposed to be unattractive and unsuccessful at love — are getting away with something by having sex and relationships and being seen as attractive while not in possession of a body that shows proper conformity with the prevalent standards of beauty and the time, money and energy required to achieve them.

Thoughts? Why do you think there’s so very, very much anger and seething rage directed towards fat people, and especially fat women?

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* There was no effect on the wages of white men, and black men actually benefited from gaining weight (probably because they were seen as less sexually threatening or something). Black women had an interesting wage progression: the thinnest black women made less than average-sized black women, but wages declined if they got heavier (though not as significantly as they did for white women). One commenter suggested that part of the disparity could be explained by white women getting a premium for being thin.

Shut the window already!

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You know…

If you put up an ad on an online personals website, and you have an SO, the ethical thing to do is to disclose the fact that you have an SO, either in the ad or during the email exchange prior to the first meeting. 

Not to, you know, drop it casually during the first date and then get huffy about how it shouldn’t really matter because it isn’t really serious even though we live together, and anyway, you never asked.

Also not cool: the “Now that you mention it” disclosure about an SO when a potential date is telling you about the failure of another date to disclose an SO, coupled with the insistence that I said so in my ad! even though the only hint as to the existence of such a person is that ”Prefer not to say” is given as marital status.  Which is the default option. 

Happy consumermas!

Is anyone else quite as intensely irritated by all those Christmas luxury car and jewelry ads?  And do people actually *give* luxury vehicles and significant pieces of jewelry for Christmas?

Question

Which vitamin is it that turns your pee fluorescent yellow?