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Jun 24, 2011

 
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Picasso Superheroes

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Artwork so awesome it will melt your face off. By WonderBros
 

Jun 20, 2011

 
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A New Do

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Here's looking at you, kid.

A couple years ago I was in LA visiting my BFF Kate. I guess I had just done something strange to my hair because when I got in the car she looked at me and said: Your transformation into an anime character is almost complete. And I was like: fuck yeah.

I don't know what it is with me and hair. Actually, I do. When I was 11 or so, my mom made me get a perm, and I looked like a giant poodle for the next 6 months. After that I decided my hair was my business. I have grown it down to my waist and then chopped it into some crazy pixie more than once. It has, at times, been kinda sorta maybe conservative ish, and other times, punk as fuck. Once I even shaved it all off, at which point I learned, interestingly enough, that I have a perfectly shaped pea head.

My hair has been the blondest of blondes, the blackest of blacks, and just about every color in between, including a sort of weird seafoam green, which, I discovered, is what happens when you bleach your hair and then dye it electric blue with some manic panic crap. It's electric blue for like a day. Then, yeah, not so much. I have also explored just about every shade of red that exists in the electromagnetic spectrum, and a couple that exist probably only in hell...

...like one time, I hit this orange, oh god. Seriously. BAD. VERY BAD. And I totally ran out of time, and totally had to go out with it, and everyone asked me if it was Halloween. IT WAS NOT HALLOWEEN.

In any case, the only two things I really have left to conquer are dreadlocks (not happening) and a full on Aeon Flux. Someday, my friends, someday...
 

Jun 14, 2011

 
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Jun 5, 2011

 
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OMGCHOCOWTFWOOT



Last night I helped my friend Anne celebrate her 39-(for the first time)-th birthday by drinking too much wine, and eating my body weight in cheese and chocolate. So, in other words, it was the perfect evening.

Anne is awesome, I love her to death, and I wanted to make her something for her birthday. The problem is, she's super crafty, and super talented. Like, last week her husband asked for a laptop case and snap! she whips out this custom made awesome space invaders case, with little nooks and crannies for all his laptop jank, and it's totally perfect. So, what, I'm gonna come to her party and be all: Happy Birthday Annie! I made you some napkins! No. She can knit a house, so that's out. She's an Ikebana master, so no flowers. And her husband has a Dick Cheney safe for wine so it's not like I can show up with any old bottle cuz clearly, he takes that shit seriously.

Luckily, I had two things going for me. One, Anne doesn't cook. And two, she loves chocolate.

So off to the RSS reader I go, where, apparently, I've been tagging recipes since the dawn of man. DESSERT. (Loading more items...) Lots of cobblers. Seriously, why do I have so many cobbler recipes? Scroll, scroll, stop. There it is, perfection: everyday chocolate cake. You need to make this cake, if for no other reason than to lick the bowl. I subbed yogurt/milk for buttermilk and, because I was afraid it might not be chocolatey enough (snark), I added a 1/2 cup of chocolate chips that I quickly ran thru the miniprep first. The cake was dense and dark and chocolatey and fabulous, and paired well with espresso and Zin, and I know this because I tested both. (Oh, how I suffer for my art...)

Anyway, while I was perusing my seemingly endless list of cobblers, et al., something else caught my eye: Homemade Oreos. Seriously, how could that be anything but awesome?

Well, they were awesome, but holy wow I had to cut the sugar way down because otherwise I'd have sent us all into a collective hypoglycemic coma. I used 1 cup in the cookie dough and a 1/2 cup in the filling, which made it more like icing, but the taste was spot on. Oh, and a note on the cookies: to make them oreo sized (ish), use a 1 1/2 tsp cookie scoop or (nerd way) roll into balls 10 grams each. At that size I got exactly 5 dozen cookies, and thus 30 oreos (cookie math). Of those, Anne got about half (The Crandall tax).

Anyway...

The birthday was a chocolatey success, I'm not too terribly hungover, and I have a few oreos left (I think?). I call that a win.
 

May 19, 2011

 
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I grow stuff

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Fear my skill. You know how many Lilliputians I can feed? BILLIONS.
 

May 15, 2011

 
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I'm alive! I'm alive!

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Proof of life: me, my Vulcan ears, and Cousin Carl

It's been a busy two weeks! Recap: Polish Mother's Day. Big success. Sorry, no pictures, I had a house full of people, and a mom flipping pierogis, and only two hands. And maybe it's possible I was a little drunk. But in any case, it was a lot of fun, a lot of food, and a lot of leftovers.

Then, I don't know, allergies? The plague? Monday and Tuesday were lost. Wednesday was meh. Thursday, I went to LA for THE BEST WEEKEND EVAR.

Our first stop, lodging, at best foodie friend Kate's (and her husband Mark, too), where we taught their most adorable 3 year old to be even more adorable by saying things like, "You better represent, yo" and "shit."

Friday, off to The Museum of Contemporary Art to see the Art in the Streets exhibit. Just awesome, I highly recommend it should you get a chance to go. And no, I don't have any pictures of that either, because I suck.

But here's something I do have pictures of:



That would be me, and my bff Kate, and the aforementioned adorable 3 year old, making tamales. To be perfectly honest with you, I have no idea if they were right, but there were certainly tasty. Zucchini & spinach, black bean, chicken & roasted red pepper. Some queso fresco. With mexican rice, and corn with feta & cilantro, on the side. And then, I guess because we were bored or something, Kate taught me how to make a lemon-lime curd. And then, because she's awesome, Kate baked up some sugary-cinnamony pastry puffs and served the curd in a bowl with a puff and some frozen raspberries. Show off. (I jest, love).

But wait, there's more:



JPL Open House, yo.

You know who I met? Bubba, Spirit and Opportunity's Earth brother. Seriously, his name is Bubba.



I got to see some giant machines, and some microdevices, and lots and lots of rovers. One of which the aforementioned adorable 3 year old used to demolish a pile of cans (the object of the exercise) which, apparently only 1 in 100 people can do. Her father was very proud. We thought maybe she might be recruited before the end of the day.

Speaking of rovers:


Curiosity

The weekend also included go karts (the boys), wine (the girls), advil (the boys), sushi boats, a sewing machine, and a quadruple latte. Oh right, and Mark tried to steal the milk from the bakery. It's a long story.
 

Feb 28, 2011

 
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Blog Santa

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Well look at that...Blog Santa showed up today with a giant box of foodie books just for me. Thanks @billingslea!
 

Feb 27, 2011

 
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Yard Sale Score

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Framework Molecular Models, 1965. *nerdgasm*
 

Feb 16, 2011

 
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Goodwill FTW!

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I love old cookbooks. I love the awful photography, the silly recipe titles, the wtf ingredients. Case in point, the BHG Vegetable Cook Book is from 1965. My favorite recipe thus far comes from the potato chapter: Dixie Dandy. Ingredients include applesauce, ginger, luncheon meat (does that mean spam?) whole cloves, sweet potatoes, apricot jam, dry mustard and salt, which is mixed together into some sort of sweet barfy casserole type thing. YUM. Coming in a close second would have to be Frosted Cauliflower which involves cauliflower, mayonnaise, mustard and shredded sharp process American cheese. I don't even know what to say to that.

The second book, Great Meals in Minutes, is from 1986 which isn't that old until you realize the subtitle is Meatless Menus. I became a vegetarian around 87-88 and I can tell you there were not a whole lot of meatless menu anythings back then. As such, I did not find it all that surprising that the very first recipe in the book is for chicken stock. Because everyone knows chicken isn't meat, it's chicken.

Anyway, I got both books for about $3 (it was 50% off day, w00t!). I figured the BHG book would be good for the laughs. As for (Not So Much) Meatless Menus, I thought maybe it might be fun to go through and update some of the recipes to be less chickeny and more, you know, meatless.

Now, for the REAL SCORE:



When I was a kid, my grandmother had an endless collection of mismatched china. I have no idea when or where or how she acquired any of it, all I know is that somehow in it's immense mismatchedness it was a complete set. And I loved it. Over the years I'd find pieces that would remind me of her and I'd think WANT - and then I'd look at the price tag and be sad.

In any case, either I'm the only person in AZ with nostalgia for Polish Grandma Crazy China -or- I got to the Goodwill before the antique shop buyers did because I scored 14 plates yesterday. Actually, I would have scored about 14 salad plates too but the cashier at the last Goodwill I hit wouldn't sell them to me. They are part of a set, she said. Ok, so let me see the set. We don't have it. So then can I buy the plates? No, they are part of set. It was like being stuck in an eddy in the goodwill-time continuum.

Anyway, I looked up all three patterns and found them for $9-14 a plate, so I guess I should feel pretty good that I got mine for about 75 cents each. Of course, mine are slightly worn, slightly chipped, and highly mismatched, but that's exactly what makes them Polish Grandma Crazy China. FTW!
 
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