I just mapped out what I have to do for the remaining four-ish weeks of school and boy is it intimidating. Especially since half of it requires two groups that I haven't met with yet.
I'm eating a sandwich in the computer lab right now and am becoming very self-aware of it because it is composed of smoked salmon, goat cheese, and lettuce, and I'm afraid the guy behind me might be grossed out. Those things don't combine very well smell-wise, but it sure tastes bomb.
Man I do not see the roommates on the weekend anymore at all. I work from 4-close Friday nights and all day Saturday and Sunday. The only possible time to see them would be late at night Friday and Saturday or early in the morning Saturday or Sunday, and those times just do not comply well with college kids. They're either a. partying or b. sleeping. Well sometimes I run into Nick. If he, like myself, just got off a long shift, he can usually be found, like myself, curled up in bed with a movie. The weekends go by sooo fast when all you do is work sleep and occasionally eat.
I get paid today as you already know which is awweesome. I'm going to experiment with some potential Thanksgiving dishes over the next couple weeks before trying to create them for the first time in my dads kitchen the day of (destined for disaster), so tomorrow night with my braised lamb shoulder (which you also already know about) I'm going to have steamed brussel sprouts with butter and roasted carrots and parsnips, and some polenta for shits because I've been reading this book about Italian food and what can I say, I'm feeling inspired. Had any good polenta Jessie? Man you guys, my favorite thing about traveling, whether it's too Japan, China, India, France, or Sweden, is DEFINITELY the food. So fucking good everywhere I went. I really hope that you two are able to share this experience. It doesn't even have to be fancy. In fact, most of the time it's better if it's not. Street food, the basic diner standards... goddamn what I wouldn't give to be having the cuisine experience you guys are having, nevermind the cultural one.
I'm meeting a coworker for drinks tonight. Not sure where we should go. I was thinking maybe Ishkas but we'll probably end up at Caps. Monday night, hey-oh. Tuesday night is, as we all know, lamb braising night. Wednesday Walker and I are going to see 30 Days of Night. I'm probably going to dump popcorn all over him like I did in the hills have eyes. Thursday I think maybe if we're lucky the infamous Aaron Cunningham will visit Bellingham, equipped with a drivers license and a car. Work this weekend but hooray! It's a three day weekend (Veterans or something) so fucking HOLLER at your stay-in-bed-with-a-cafe-au-lait-and-a-book-about-italian-food. Oh I hope it's sunny like it is today. Beee-utiful. But fucking cold as a witches teet.
On that note...
I'm eating a sandwich in the computer lab right now and am becoming very self-aware of it because it is composed of smoked salmon, goat cheese, and lettuce, and I'm afraid the guy behind me might be grossed out. Those things don't combine very well smell-wise, but it sure tastes bomb.
Man I do not see the roommates on the weekend anymore at all. I work from 4-close Friday nights and all day Saturday and Sunday. The only possible time to see them would be late at night Friday and Saturday or early in the morning Saturday or Sunday, and those times just do not comply well with college kids. They're either a. partying or b. sleeping. Well sometimes I run into Nick. If he, like myself, just got off a long shift, he can usually be found, like myself, curled up in bed with a movie. The weekends go by sooo fast when all you do is work sleep and occasionally eat.
I get paid today as you already know which is awweesome. I'm going to experiment with some potential Thanksgiving dishes over the next couple weeks before trying to create them for the first time in my dads kitchen the day of (destined for disaster), so tomorrow night with my braised lamb shoulder (which you also already know about) I'm going to have steamed brussel sprouts with butter and roasted carrots and parsnips, and some polenta for shits because I've been reading this book about Italian food and what can I say, I'm feeling inspired. Had any good polenta Jessie? Man you guys, my favorite thing about traveling, whether it's too Japan, China, India, France, or Sweden, is DEFINITELY the food. So fucking good everywhere I went. I really hope that you two are able to share this experience. It doesn't even have to be fancy. In fact, most of the time it's better if it's not. Street food, the basic diner standards... goddamn what I wouldn't give to be having the cuisine experience you guys are having, nevermind the cultural one.
I'm meeting a coworker for drinks tonight. Not sure where we should go. I was thinking maybe Ishkas but we'll probably end up at Caps. Monday night, hey-oh. Tuesday night is, as we all know, lamb braising night. Wednesday Walker and I are going to see 30 Days of Night. I'm probably going to dump popcorn all over him like I did in the hills have eyes. Thursday I think maybe if we're lucky the infamous Aaron Cunningham will visit Bellingham, equipped with a drivers license and a car. Work this weekend but hooray! It's a three day weekend (Veterans or something) so fucking HOLLER at your stay-in-bed-with-a-cafe-au-lait-and-a-book-about-italian-food. Oh I hope it's sunny like it is today. Beee-utiful. But fucking cold as a witches teet.
On that note...
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i learn about polenta every week in my food and wine SOC class but havent eaten any, i'm not a huge fan of the description yet. actually as we speak i am researching the southern region of Abruzzo (where my porfessoressa is from) and am supposed to find speicalty dishes from there. besides hella fish and pancakes with sheep cheese I found that old peasant familes in Abruzzo used to use ALL parts of the lamb since they were hella pour (even the toenails...) and they use the Lamb blood and sweetened it with cocoa and then spread it on bread like chocolate.....
YUM.
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