Monday, March 03, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
That the red chili flakes in Spaghetti Carbonara are there for a REASON. And you should probably add some more pepper, too. Otherwise you're just eating parmesan-flavored egg sauce with chunks of bacon.
Not that that's BAD, necessarily, but it won't be the flavor profile you're expecting. Just sayin'.
Also: I made it with spaghetti squash, not spaghetti. Yay, gluten free.
Posted by Aarwenn at 12:35 PM
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Sometimes that's all you can ask for.
(For the curious, which basically means my mom: miso soup made from red miso paste and hot water. And spinach-from-a-bag, well coated with a harissa-cream cheese-champagne vinegar mix that I made up myself.)
Posted by Aarwenn at 5:32 PM
Sunday, November 24, 2013
Being awake when everyone else is asleep is ostracizing, disorienting, and depressing. It's not as much fun as you think, listening to people snore, even if you love them. It's actually one of the very few things that's MORE fun, or at least more tolerable, if you live alone, because you have no one lying next to you, snoozing peacefully in the arms of Morpheus, unpacking the cares of the day, hammering home the fact that you are broken, that your brain hates you, and that you are completely out of sync with the rhythm of the world.
And so you decide to get out of bed, because lying there will just make it worse. Maybe you'll get a little work done. HA. More fool you. Being awake when you should be asleep has one defining physical quality: you're out of sync with time, and that means you are FREEZING. (Terry Pratchett nails this in "Thief of Time.") I don't care if it's the middle of summer in Florida with no AC: you are shivering too hard to type accurately.
It should be mentioned here that part of the assumed glamor about being up when no one else is includes the idea that you'll meet someone. Maybe not in a romantic way, but that you'll have a deep conversation with someone you've never met before, baring your soul in the way you can only do in the middle of the night with a stranger that you'll never see again, some twisted Puritan version of Confession for the Damned. It seems so romantic, very Casablanca, that of all the hours of the night and out of all the diners in Seattle, you're sitting there, and so is that other person, and doesn't that mean that you and he have something in common, possibly even more so than you do (at least at this moment) with your lucky, lucky, sleeping partner?
No. Because literally no one is at their best in the middle of the night. Not you, not your promised conversational partner, not anyone. The reality of being up when no one else is is more like the jungle: everyone reverts to their basic lizard instincts, like that scene in Mean Girls. You have to physically watch yourself to make sure you don't start grunting and pointing as you hunch your cold body over the counter. And so you try to talk to the waitress, if you can and she has time, and eating greasy food just to have something to do, and re-reading a book you've already read a million times before, watching the hours tick by, wishing that you could have stayed there, with your partner, in the warm and cozy bed, where you thought you belonged.
Posted by Aarwenn at 1:37 PM
Friday, November 08, 2013
He's just that kind of man. People care what he thinks. They come to him with problems or concerns. They ask his advice. He is routinely asked to lead a committee or read the Bible passage at church. He is always the man to lead prayer. He's a Presence, and he has this VOICE. I let him read bedtime stories to me long after I could read them myself, because I liked sitting on his lap and hearing the vibrations in his chest. The Voice says something to people, something they subconsciously and viscerally respond to, something primal. The Voice says, "I have recognized you as a human being. I have really seen you. I have really listened to you. And we are in this together. Have no fear; I got your back. I have the situation under control. This is what we are going to do." People HEAR him. You would probably not be surprised to learn that he is a fantastic salesman.
My dad is the kind of man whom would be asked by a group of COMPLETE STRANGERS to, for example, say the blessing.
We disagree on many things, but he is compassionate, non-judgmental, open-minded. We discuss politics, gay rights, religion, and he does not get heated. He doesn't discount my opinions, and he allows facts to influence his judgment, instead of the other way around. (Discovering that people DON'T do that most of the time was a real shock.)
He is, in short, a man who taught me that I had a voice and I should use it, even if that meant I would use it to disagree with him. Incredibly smart leaders all over the world have consistently refused to wrap their heads around this idea, and my father lives by it every day.
Happy Birthday, Dad. Sniff. Sniff.
Posted by Aarwenn at 6:30 AM
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Posted by Aarwenn at 6:27 PM
Saturday, October 26, 2013
If I do, or even if I don't, my new company is GOING TO BE IN THE SEATTLE TIMES TOMORROW. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T EVEN DEAL I'M SO EXCITED!!
Ahem. You may now return to whatever you were doing.
Also our dryer is out again because the Artisan Finishes shop next door used up all the 220V. I have this image of 220V electrons coming out of the factory, being sucked away by the shop next door, and therefore eventually drying up the 220V line that runs into our place, although I know that's not how it works.
Hey, Ohm's Law! Didn't see you there. It's not like I run an ELECTRIC MOTOR shop or anything...
On with this Death March of Random: I actually ate like three servings of veggies today and ENJOYED, for ONCE, going grocery shopping with E. Also it turns out you can totally make your own green juice by throwing greens, water, and something gritty--vitamin powder, hemp/chia seeds, etc--into a blender. Throw a healthy dollop of almond/peanut butter in there if you want to, maybe a scoop or two of honey. POOF. Never let your greens go bad again. (Seriously. It's shocking how well this works.)
More startup fuel, paleo friend? You got it. Take two raw eggs, mix in bowl until it's your standard yellow color. (If your arm is getting tired, congratulations, my friend, your eggs are really fresh! Chow down on those suckers.) Moving on. Add some kind of cooked meat--smoked salmon, bits of cooked sausage, or cooked bacon, whatever. Throw in microwave for 2 minutes, give or take 15 seconds. Ta-Da! Hot breakfast. The texture is a little strange--sort of like a dry quiche, or a wet frittatta--but it works and it's cheap and it's good for you. Sprinkle cheese over it right as it comes out of the microwave and stir, if you'd like, but for gods' sake don't put the cheese in FIRST. You'll never taste it. (I have heard, though, that this method works well with salsa in the eggs. Maybe pesto or tapenade would work equally well?)
Other good startup snacks, so you add as many vitamins to your diet as possible without spending too much money on food: anything vegetable that can be made into a chip. Those veggie chips? Eat 'em like crazy. Kale chips? Sure. Plenty of Snapea Crisps around, too. QFC has green bean chips and OKRA chips, of all things, which E loves.
That concludes this report from the front lines of Startup. See you next time, bloggers.
Posted by Aarwenn at 5:31 PM