my vote for new favorite restaurant in the city. homemade, ungodly delicious pasta. i had the capellacci di zucca all modena and about licked my plate clean. they also offer cooking classes, something i’m seriously considering.
-garlic, however many you use depends on how much fun you are
-big thing of chicken broth**
-those pre cooked grilled chicken strip things, for convenience. cooked, shredded chicken breasts if you think you’re better than me.
- can(s) of rotel spicy tomatoes
-can of corn
-can of black beans
-can of chili beans
- success brown rice, sans the plastic cooking baggy it comes in
-cumin, chili powder, salt to taste
saute the onion and garlic with that butter till fragrant and cooked. when it smells and looks the way it should, put that into a big pot with the broth, chicken, and everything else. depending on how much broth you have (did you buy one measly can or the litre?) you may want to add some water. bring the pot to a boil and then simmer for an hour. add spices as you will. top with fresh cilantro (because cilantro is the best ever.) admittedly, this comes out more like a soup, but then again i’m a baker and savories have never been my forte.
*this isn’t the actual result of my creation, so don’t go getting too excited.
**actual measurements for cooking are weak, they turn the cook OC about adding just the right amount.
“Have you seen “Pretty Woman”? Well, it’s the story of a prostitute called Richard Gere. He gets to go out with a ‘pretty woman’, Julia Roberts, who pays him a lot of money. Do you think Julia Roberts is a pretty woman? Well imagine getting to have sex with women similar to Julia Roberts and getting paid for it.”—Jemaine (FOTC), on becoming a prostitute because of financial crisis over the purchase of a $2.79 glass.
men’s health just released their list of “the worst foods of 2009”. although it’s hard to believe anything could be worse for you than the smokehouse bacon triple-the-cheese big mouth burger with jalapeno ranch dressing (try saying that one 5 times fast) from chili’s…there is. coming in as the #1 worst thing to put in your mouth this year is baskin robbins’ large chocolate oreo shake. for the record this thing contains 2,600 calories and 3 days worth of your saturated fat. and strangely enough, i’m thinking, man, a chocolate oreo milkshake? better get myself to a baskin robbins stat.
“Peanut butter product recall list continues to grow. Federal health officials are recommending that consumers not eat processed foods containing peanut butter (such as cookies, crackers, cereal, candy, and ice cream) because of an ongoing salmonella outbreak.”—
WEBMD NEWS ALERT Tuesday, January 20, 2009
(beyond heartbroken. and yet will continue to eat my extraordinarily large jar of jif because pb’s like my thing and i have yet to feel ill off of it)
Originally posted Saturday January 17, 2009 03:15 PM EST
Photo by: PA Photos / Landov
After announcing his retirement from acting in October, Joaquin Phoenix made his first public foray into the music world Friday, saying he was ready to put his real self out there and not hide behind movie characters.
"This is me saying this is who I am. This is my story," the actor-turned-aspiring rapper told PEOPLE before taking the stage at Las Vegas club LAVO.
For the skeptics, Phoenix says he’s serious about his new line of work. Music, he told PEOPLE, is his real love.
"After all the years of reading scripts and reading lines, this is my chance to do something straight from the heart and put it out there," he said. And why hip-hop? "When I was young I liked punk rock music but then I discovered rap. I love the storytelling aspect of hip-hop."
With brother-in-law Casey Affleck (who’s married to Phoenix’s sister Summer) capturing the action for a documentary about his journey into the music world, Phoenix took to the stage and performed three songs from his upcoming yet-to-be-titled album.
a new compilation album is coming out from the red hot organization titled, dark was the night. it’s release date is set for february 17, and proceeds will go to red hot which raises awareness and funds for aids and hiv (so it’s a totally worthy purchase.) anyways, it basically features all of my favorites (like feist, beirut, sharon jones, the new pornographers!) each day up until the release, myspace is going to feature each song and today’s is a collaboration between miss feist and ben gibbard…folksy heaven.
for Whatever reason, i kept myself busy on the train by trying to think up new icecream flavors. what, i have a lot of time on my hands, you say? bollocks. anyways, here is what i came up with, two of my better flavors:
bean me up, scotchie— vanilla bean icecream with white chocolate chunks, macadamia nuts, and a butterscotch swirl. for the trekkies out there.
sugar mac-nola— brown sugar and cinnamon swirled icecream, macadamia nuts and granola swirled in. play-on words of the dead song, “sugar magnolia”. for whatever reason, ben and jerrys seem to really get in on the dead culture, so perfect.
notice how i seem to have a particular affinity for macadamia nuts. that’s because they are delicious.
store in chicago would have to be haystack. the cutest vintage home wares, seriously. i purchased a lovely cross stitch from the mid 50’s to grace my walls, but plan on returning for the tons of salt and pepper shakers. bonus, talked with one of the owners and is also a fellow nw hoosier who shared mutual acquaintances.
also kind of desperately want this dinette set. just let me go dig up $225 in change…
slash this morning will be the first of many where i will be stumbling through my apartment at daybreak. toasted.
tomorrow i’m going with a new friend to a ghanese restaurant in uptown. tonight however, was all about the guac and chips from the taco and burrito house up the street and a fountain coke from the 7-11.
how much i love ‘missed connections’ on craigslist? i like to think that maybe some of these are actual meaningful ‘connections’ and i want to believe that some of these people really end up getting together over these things. it’s incredibly hopeful.
i’m really torn between thinking it a compliment when a gentleman last night told me that i was too pretty and nice and thoughtful to be working at my current place of employment, one of the top 5 busiest bars in chicago. on one hand, in a twisted way i was flattered and on the other, i’m ashamed because i know i’m meant for greater things anyway. i’m standing on the platform and don’t know which train to take, metaphorically speaking.