Water Zombies
Listening: Faith's Silver Elephant - Rosie Thomas
I've got a new silver elephant
I'm gonna teach her to talk and sit
I'm gonna put flowers 'round her neck
And take her to the park without all of my friends...
Oh man. Sorry it's been such a long time, guys. I've been really busy with a lot of stuff lately, it's been a mega-hectic time here and I'm working on getting everything done before classes end next week.
What with the end of semester, all my courses are like "Oh hey are you still there? Wicked, I'm going to rape you in the eye now" and I'm like "Oh jeez". So, I have like a million projects to work on and complete, all before a week from Wednesday. This is includes five Linguistics papers and an essay on Paradise Lost (abbrev.: ParaLost). Thankfully, I remembered this semester to schedule time off for my exams, and so far Wal-Mart is holding true to that schedule, for which I am extremely grateful.
I found out yesterday that a good friend of mine (Michele a.k.a. Ms. Stamp) is temporarily moving to Dublin to be near her nephew, Thomas. He's eight years old and has a form of cancer known as neuroblastoma. Everyone's remaining hopeful, and it seems that there is another form of treatment aside from the oral chemo the little mite has been receiving. He's a sweet little chap, and I really hope everything turns out for the best.
Rae and I are working on a Roman Civilization project together. We chose to do it on the Roman banquet, so we're making Roman food to bring in to class. She came over yesterday and we did a sort of dry run to see how the food would pan out. It is fortunate we did this, because the two of us learned some very important things yesterday:
1) The Romans used ten thousand spices to improve their food because it tasted awful.
2) When in doubt, use pepper.
3) When still in doubt, use honey.
We made lebum (a sort of cheese roll), dulcia (a French-toast-like dessert) and meatballs (the original Roman name of which I forget). The lebum was the greatest catastrophe ever suffered by the hands of MUN students. Actually that's probably a lie, because they did turn out edible, but not good-edible. More like "we didn't turn into mutants when we ate them so I guess they're okay". They're made with only ricotta cheese, flour, an egg, and some salt. That's it. Nothing else. Rae and I learned that using whole wheat flour here is a mistake. Also, the inside of the rolls is extremely mooshy, which I suspect to be because the cheese is supposed to be unpasteurized (read "raw") for the recipe's success to be guaranteed. Nonetheless, we found lebum was tolerable if you drowned it in honey first. (Hence rule number three.)
The dulcia was moderately more of a success, if you exclude our first attempt. (We tried to fry the bread in the pan with honey. Mistake.) I discovered you really do need "day-old bread", like the recipe calls for, or else your dessert will turn out too mushy. Rae and I found that dulcia is a keeper, once we perfect the recipe.
Our real success came with the meatballs. The recipe calls for ground pork, breadcrumbs soaked in red wine, and peppercorns (which we excluded, along with the caul. Ew). The recipe then suggests browning the meatballs in a mixture of honey and red wine, which we attempted. When we discovered that the red wine taste was too overpowering, we got creative. Approximately nine batches later, we had created the most perfect conceivable Roman meatball, made of ground pork, garlic, wine-soaked breadcrumbs, browned in a sauce made of honey, water, garlic, salt, and a metric fuckton of pepper. It sounds pretty gross, but rest assured our meatballs were amazing.
We're presenting on Wednesday, so Tuesday night will be a hectic night of cooking and goodtimes. Plus script-writing. Rome and Garden. Oh Rae. You kill me.
Icarus really has been away for a really long time.
I've got a new silver elephant
I'm gonna teach her to talk and sit
I'm gonna put flowers 'round her neck
And take her to the park without all of my friends...
Oh man. Sorry it's been such a long time, guys. I've been really busy with a lot of stuff lately, it's been a mega-hectic time here and I'm working on getting everything done before classes end next week.
What with the end of semester, all my courses are like "Oh hey are you still there? Wicked, I'm going to rape you in the eye now" and I'm like "Oh jeez". So, I have like a million projects to work on and complete, all before a week from Wednesday. This is includes five Linguistics papers and an essay on Paradise Lost (abbrev.: ParaLost). Thankfully, I remembered this semester to schedule time off for my exams, and so far Wal-Mart is holding true to that schedule, for which I am extremely grateful.
I found out yesterday that a good friend of mine (Michele a.k.a. Ms. Stamp) is temporarily moving to Dublin to be near her nephew, Thomas. He's eight years old and has a form of cancer known as neuroblastoma. Everyone's remaining hopeful, and it seems that there is another form of treatment aside from the oral chemo the little mite has been receiving. He's a sweet little chap, and I really hope everything turns out for the best.
Rae and I are working on a Roman Civilization project together. We chose to do it on the Roman banquet, so we're making Roman food to bring in to class. She came over yesterday and we did a sort of dry run to see how the food would pan out. It is fortunate we did this, because the two of us learned some very important things yesterday:
1) The Romans used ten thousand spices to improve their food because it tasted awful.
2) When in doubt, use pepper.
3) When still in doubt, use honey.
We made lebum (a sort of cheese roll), dulcia (a French-toast-like dessert) and meatballs (the original Roman name of which I forget). The lebum was the greatest catastrophe ever suffered by the hands of MUN students. Actually that's probably a lie, because they did turn out edible, but not good-edible. More like "we didn't turn into mutants when we ate them so I guess they're okay". They're made with only ricotta cheese, flour, an egg, and some salt. That's it. Nothing else. Rae and I learned that using whole wheat flour here is a mistake. Also, the inside of the rolls is extremely mooshy, which I suspect to be because the cheese is supposed to be unpasteurized (read "raw") for the recipe's success to be guaranteed. Nonetheless, we found lebum was tolerable if you drowned it in honey first. (Hence rule number three.)
The dulcia was moderately more of a success, if you exclude our first attempt. (We tried to fry the bread in the pan with honey. Mistake.) I discovered you really do need "day-old bread", like the recipe calls for, or else your dessert will turn out too mushy. Rae and I found that dulcia is a keeper, once we perfect the recipe.
Our real success came with the meatballs. The recipe calls for ground pork, breadcrumbs soaked in red wine, and peppercorns (which we excluded, along with the caul. Ew). The recipe then suggests browning the meatballs in a mixture of honey and red wine, which we attempted. When we discovered that the red wine taste was too overpowering, we got creative. Approximately nine batches later, we had created the most perfect conceivable Roman meatball, made of ground pork, garlic, wine-soaked breadcrumbs, browned in a sauce made of honey, water, garlic, salt, and a metric fuckton of pepper. It sounds pretty gross, but rest assured our meatballs were amazing.
We're presenting on Wednesday, so Tuesday night will be a hectic night of cooking and goodtimes. Plus script-writing. Rome and Garden. Oh Rae. You kill me.
Icarus really has been away for a really long time.
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