Ahhh a new year....
When people take the opportunity to look back and to look forward. Sum things up and suss things out. Some people make resolutions for the coming year.
It's appropriate thing to do, but I've never been a fan of resolutions. It seems like a whole lot of lip service and pressure that the average human does not need. So...I'm starting a resolution revolution and just making a list of stuff I'd like to try or do this year and see how many I actually get to do...
Glass Blowing - Or, sand art for the overachiever.
Attend a Sci Fi convention - Physical proof that there are in fact people weirder than me out there.
Learn a song and play it all the way through - Physical proof that I'm not a quitter. (even though by the time I actually do learn it, my loved ones will wish that I was.)
Complete a crochet project to my satisfaction - or....actually make what I intended to make, not something that evolved into something else because what I originally tried didn't work out. How many cat saddle blankets can one person make, anyway?
Make a piece of jewelry - already got some designs. Just need someone to show me.
There'll be more...I just needed to get this out of my head.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
More Rice Krispie Treats Please.
I have to admit that my knowledge of fondue is pretty limited.
The word itself, while fun to say, conjures images of polyester leisure suits, avocado kitchens, pet rocks and lawn darts. I used a fondue pot to heat water for tea in my first apartment, now that I think about it having purchased it at a yard sale for a pittance. No! I found it in a box marked "FREE".
Since Girl and I had never been to a Melting Pot, it was decided that we should rectify that in celebration of the New Year. In short, we would fondue.
Sounds dirty doesn't it?
When we arrived, I did as I always do when presented with too many choices. I shut down and placed my trust in my eating partners uttering only the occasional short phrase or random comment.
"The Swiss Thingy".
"I like teriyaki."
"I'd like to try glassblowing."
Boy knew what to do thankfully, and ordered for us. Swiss and Gruyere (I think?) to start, salad to cleanse the palate (or appease our colons - I'm not sure), and a spread of cow and ocean dwellers.
I have no recollection of what our poor waiter said. I saw his lips moving but I didn't hear a thing. I did however watch how he did things very closely...as I expect from Girl and Boy's responses to the offerings that I should probably figure out how to do it.
My favorite part was the meat course.. It was so beautifully presented, in fact, that I only societal taboos prevented me from going canine on the beef. Seafood. Oh yes, there was lobster of which Girl got the King's portion, as it should be. I contented myself with veggies and cow. Yummmm.....
And then..it was dessert. I suggested the flaming turtle, which is some concoction of caramel and chocolate, pecans, into which rum is added and then set alight. Even if they hadn't set the thing on fire, Flaming Turtle is just too fun sounding to resist. Like some sort of Amphibious Off Off Off Broadway production.
The FT was paired with...what? what's that??? Little Rice Krispie treats? Oh yes, and strawberries, marshmallows, and brownies, and cheesecake. There was no holding back on the Rice Krispie treats coated in chocolate. I asked for more, and more came as if I had already asked for my pipe and bowl, and the fiddlers three were clamoring down the hallway at my beckon.
All told, it was a great experience. Thanks to Boy and Girl for taking me. :)
And now, I must google fondue recipes.
The word itself, while fun to say, conjures images of polyester leisure suits, avocado kitchens, pet rocks and lawn darts. I used a fondue pot to heat water for tea in my first apartment, now that I think about it having purchased it at a yard sale for a pittance. No! I found it in a box marked "FREE".
Since Girl and I had never been to a Melting Pot, it was decided that we should rectify that in celebration of the New Year. In short, we would fondue.
Sounds dirty doesn't it?
When we arrived, I did as I always do when presented with too many choices. I shut down and placed my trust in my eating partners uttering only the occasional short phrase or random comment.
"The Swiss Thingy".
"I like teriyaki."
"I'd like to try glassblowing."
Boy knew what to do thankfully, and ordered for us. Swiss and Gruyere (I think?) to start, salad to cleanse the palate (or appease our colons - I'm not sure), and a spread of cow and ocean dwellers.
I have no recollection of what our poor waiter said. I saw his lips moving but I didn't hear a thing. I did however watch how he did things very closely...as I expect from Girl and Boy's responses to the offerings that I should probably figure out how to do it.
My favorite part was the meat course.. It was so beautifully presented, in fact, that I only societal taboos prevented me from going canine on the beef. Seafood. Oh yes, there was lobster of which Girl got the King's portion, as it should be. I contented myself with veggies and cow. Yummmm.....
And then..it was dessert. I suggested the flaming turtle, which is some concoction of caramel and chocolate, pecans, into which rum is added and then set alight. Even if they hadn't set the thing on fire, Flaming Turtle is just too fun sounding to resist. Like some sort of Amphibious Off Off Off Broadway production.
The FT was paired with...what? what's that??? Little Rice Krispie treats? Oh yes, and strawberries, marshmallows, and brownies, and cheesecake. There was no holding back on the Rice Krispie treats coated in chocolate. I asked for more, and more came as if I had already asked for my pipe and bowl, and the fiddlers three were clamoring down the hallway at my beckon.
All told, it was a great experience. Thanks to Boy and Girl for taking me. :)
And now, I must google fondue recipes.
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