Thursday, May 27, 2010

162. Ga-Ga-Gaultier

I want to live on Jean Paul's planet. Holy wow.
(All except the first 2 denim pieces, that is.)

I think this might be what you get if Queen Amidala was cast in a Sci-Fi Spaghetti Western topped with Barcelona sauce and Aztec sprinkles.





Tuesday, May 25, 2010

161. Dinner and a Movie

Very very excited for this evening, a.k.a. date night with the boy. We're going to see the Banksy "documentary", Exit Through the Gift Shop:



It starts at 7:30, so that should leave enough time for a run this afternoon. I haven't had any sort of workout since John moved in last Thursday, and we've been cooking so much together that I mos-definitely need one. Last night's dinner consisted of turkey chili and beer bread (with the leftover beers to drink, of course).

Our recipe looked like this:
1 lb of ground turkey
Half a large white onion (chopped)
1 Serrano pepper (chopped, seeds removed)
1/2 a red bell pepper (chopped)

Sautée together until the turkey is browned.
Add about half an amber beer. (We used Moe's Tap Room No. 21 Amber)
2 cans of 3 bean mix (Kidney, Black and White Beans)
2 cans of diced tomatoes with jalapenos

Season to taste with the following:
Red pepper flakes
Seasoned salt
Fresh ground pepper
1-2 tablespoons Cocoa powder
2-3 tablespoons brown sugar
Chili paste
Garlic powder
A generous amount of chili powder
Cumin

Let the chili stew on a low-medium heat for about 40 minutes to an hour (basically until the beer bread is done). For super simple beer bread recipe, click here. *I did find that I had to add a little extra beer to the dough. 1 didn't seem to be enough to get the right consistency.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

160. Arrival Impending.

Only four more days remain, and I think I've made the best of my last weekend alone.

-Hung out in my bathroom texting my best friend.
-Vegged out to a mini Lost marathon with a bottle of wine and woke up the next morning on my couch.
-Downsized my closet and organized my bathroom storage in preparation to share my space.
-Played fetch with Frank in the park.
-Went on a completely unplanned shopping spree for new summery clothes.
-Took lengthy naps in a sunny bedroom.
-Practiced my viola.
-Took Frank to the dog beach where I spent some time staring out at the sea, watching the sun set over the
mountains and reflecting on what I want from life.
-Had breakfast with Soren and then took the dogs to Marymoor for adventures in tall grass.
-Went grocery shopping.
-Made a pot of stoup (stew/soup, anything goes).
-Daydreamed about the future.
-Bought the new CocoRosie album...lovely!
-And now I'm going to go burn a little steam at the gym before bed.

I think I'm ready.

Monday, May 3, 2010

159. Working Out The Details

Two weeks left - I'm down to the wire on my living alone. I've enjoyed having my own space, though I think I'm getting pretty tired of it. The boredom has been both maddening and good for my creativity at the same time, but I miss having a reason to go home besides letting the dog out or needing a nap.

Last night the fantastic blonde bought his plane ticket. His one-way, "I'm coming to Seattle to stay, and I'm not leaving unless you come with me" plane ticket. He's leaving his car and pretty much everything else he owns behind for now, and will share my space until I get laid off in September.
Excitement would be an understatement...I'm actually bouncing in my chair as I type.

I also have a new four-legged roommate, as of this weekend. I was doing fine with just the Frank-dog, but I missed the sound of soft little cat feet padding across the carpet (among a million other things). Some of those things can be replicated, and some will never come back. I hadn't planned on adopting a new cat at all, but I ended up bringing one home this weekend after stopping by the shelter just to visit.


(Muppet cat)

I named him Mayday because I adopted him on May 1st, and because the thought of him in a tiny bomber jacket and goggles made me giggle. He could easily be the character in a children's book about a feline fighter-pilot. His personality is very different from Salem's, but there are certain qualities that remind me of him at the same time. He has a nice way of easing the loss without feeling like a cheap imitation.

Unfortunately, I'm also severely allergic to him, much more than I have been to any cat in a long time, and this is made worse by the fact that he refuses to sleep anywhere but on top of my head. For now, my bedroom will unfortunately have to remain a cat-free zone.