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2004-01-26 9:02 AM Attack of the 50 ft. Savior - or, now we're cooking! Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: cooking Read/Post Comments (2) Reading: Chronicle and Funny Times
Music: Random liberal talk radio TV/Movie: Monarch of the Glen Link o' the Day: Tangent Online So I've been cooking a lot lately. In that division oflabor that comes with cohabitation, cooking dinner falls into my court as I tend to get home earlier than Pretty Maggie, and it's either cook or do the dishes (in which case the dishes would never get done). After spending many many years cooking for one (me) out of a microwave, I was a little rusty when it came to cooking civilized meals for two using a stove with actual pots and pans--but as I used to cook a lot in the 80s, its coming back to me, but the menu is getting to be a little repititous. Baked fried chicken twice a week. Steak and eggs. Stir fry. Sometimes hamburgers or deli sandwiches. We experiment sometimes with things like latkes, hand-cut seasoned potatos, different crust mixes for fried chicken. Pretty Maggie sometimes makes cupcakes or bakes a cake. Anyway, the whole reason I bring this up is that I'm enjoying the chance to experiment now and then, and if anyone has any favorite dinner recipes (or even not-dinner)... feel free to share. The only caveats are that a.) have to be free of milk or milk products, and b.) don't break my wallet when I go shopping for ingredients. I have a fair stock of spices on hand. * * * Editing the dark elves story this morning,. and after not looking at it for over 24 hours, I find I still like the story well enough to send off. Tres rad! That should go out in the mail tomorrow. I'm continuing to edit Whisps (a 15,000-worder) and hope to get that out in the mail at least by the weekend. Had an awful idea on my way to the shower yesterday for a movie idea. Awfully sacriligeous. Jesus makes his second coming, but through a weird quirk of fate, he returns in the middle of a nuclear reactor. He grows fifty feet tall and shoots lasers out of his eyes, then goes on a rampage. He is stopped by a plucky young Jewish reporter and her dog, Pilate, and everyone learns a valuable lesson. (Is it getting warm in here?) The week stretches out before me. I have nearly a hundred photos also to edit then place into the Paul Frees book I'm doing for Bearmanor. Looks like I'm drinking a lot of coffee over the next few days! * * * Today's link goes to an old favorite... Tangent Online, your one-stop page for short fiction reviews (i.e., reviews of short fiction). Cheers! Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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