Friday, 27. February 2009, 00:36:09
recipes, links, food, art
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What have I been doing this week? Don't ask. Just don't ask. I don't want to talk about it. But I've found these:
Food:
Recipes from the DepressionTeenage Fantasy Art:
A Chinese UnicornAn Obese FairyAn Alien on Another Planet
Thursday, 19. February 2009, 23:51:21
potatoes, recipe, food
I've already told a few people about this recipe, but I'm looking for something to post. I love potatoes!
Stuff needed:
Medium pot
Medium bakeware
1 pound ham (the precooked kind)
1 can creamed corn
3-4 carrots (peeled)
4-5 potatoes (peeling is optional)
Put all the potatoes and half the carrots on to boil.
In the bakeware, cut up ham, slice in remaining carrots, dump in creamed corn, and mix.
When the boiling stuff is soft, drain and mash or whip. Add your favourite potato softening agents (milk, butter, egg, whatever).
Smooth mashed potatoes on top of pie, creating a seal around the edges but leaving a hole in the centre. This sounds fussy, but is actually important as the creamed corn will want to boil, and you would prefer it to boil out of the centre rather than out the sides where it will mess up your oven.
I bake it at 350 for 30 minutes. Just pick your favourite temperature at which you can predict when the carrots on the inside will be done.
Serves 4 pigs. Mmm, comfort food!
Wednesday, 9. April 2008, 19:10:36
salad, mistake, cooking, recipe
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I am traumatized.
One should never use breaded chicken strips in a salad with too many onions and homemade oil and vinegar dressing. The breading soaks up the overabundant vinegar.
So concerned was I with not wasting food this Sunday, I ate almost half the salad before conceding that it was not edible. In consequence, I learned to waste food after heating myself up in the shower Monday morning. Later, I was strictly reminded. My chest is still sore from heaving. So, I did not work, Monday evening.
The things I ate aren't supposed to cause food poisoning, but my stomach rejected them anyways. Of course, my biggest problem is psychological. That stuff was so gross, it makes me want to barf again. Now that it's not in my stomach any more, though, my body seems not to be so eager to expell it. Smart body. It somehow knows which contents of the stomach are the same things that I hated putting in my mouth.
I still don't want to cook with onions, lettuce, or Compliments reduced-fat breaded chicken strips again. How I am going to live without onions or lettuce is anyone's guess. Maybe I'll just have to suck it up.
WIDGETIZE