Archive | January, 2012

Go. Bid. Now! Save the Manatees!

31 Jan Froggy Dolls!


DO IT! The Manatee’s up for Bid for Charity to Save the Manatees!  Own it, it’s ADORABLE! And then buy one for yourself.  He’s talented and makes them custom for you.

Bidding ends midnight tonight!  I’ve bid $30.  BEAT ME!  I’m asking for it! LOL

Froggy Dolls!

He'll custom make creatures for you!


Salmon Aphrodisiac

28 Jan

I swear.  I started out intending to make a Salmon Skin Salad, and ended up making something else that created a scene from a sappy chic flick where we were feeding each other and licking the sauce off our fingers…and…things…*cough*

Here are the ingredients:

3 tbsp peanut oil

cracked black pepper

ground white pepper

ground cayenne pepper

ground ginger

a small pinch of whole mustard seeds

1 tbsp fish sauce

1/2c worchestershire sauce

dash of lemon juice

2 garlic cloves

1/4c dried cranberries

1 filet of salmon w/skin

First thing, I took the fish and cut it up into edible sizes (not that it really matters when you sautee and it falls apart, but that’s what I did), then tossed on a few dashes of fish sauce and worchestershire sauce to let it marinate.

Then, I started the sautee pan cooking on medium head (see? already a freudian typo! I meant “heat”!) with the peanut oil and added all the peppers, the ginger and the mustard seed.  I let the mustard seed pop, then added the fish sauce and the worchestershire sauce.  I swirled that around the pan until everything looked even, then added in the garlic, lemon juice and cranberries.  Once this seemed to start saturating the cranberries, I added the cut-up salmon and skin.  Turning it constantly to keep it from scorching, I let it cook until the salmon turned color completely, then turned off the heat (for now, haha).

*I* served it over an Italian mix Salad (basically a Spring mix without the baby sized lettuce or Frisee), but I think it would do well over Ginger Rice :9

What happened next…well…let’s just say it made a previously argumentative night into a rather snaxy one ;)

It probably didn’t hurt that I had Dominique A playing in the background… >.>  (ahem–sexy french vocals) And it went really well with a bottle of 2010 Our Daily Red Organic California Table Wine…

The Influence and Empowerment of Writing

27 Jan

My writing, as is most, revolves around the study of the human condition.  I’m one of the watchers, the studiers, one of the ones that sit and watch a scene of life unfold and view the participants and their actions as each take their turn to play.  I try to watch them and determine what their perceived actions are versus their possible intended actions, and, possibly from a slightly masochistic streak, I also try to determine what their motives were in varying between the two.

For example (making a simple case):

John walks into the room.  Brenda and Sherri had been gossiping furiously over another co-worker and what it looked like they might have survived the previous night by the unholy circles under their eyes and supposed sound sensitivity.  The girls maliciously suggested a drunken binge.  As soon as John walks in, however, all talking ceases and Brenda blushes, looking away.

John thinks they were talking about him.  Sherri smirks behind her hand.  John asks, “What’s so funny?”, to which Brenda immediately snaps almost angrily, “Nothing!”

John snorts, walks off in a huff, and now Brenda drops her head in her hands.  After a moment, she speaks quietly to Sherri: “See?  He doesn’t even like me.”

Now.  How many different interpretations of THAT can you come up with?  Several, I’m sure, and that’s half the fun!  I love watching things like this play out because they formed so much of my own perceptions growing up.  So many people that I misconstrued to think one way when I was younger, informed me later it was rather to the opposite at the time it happened.  How can you not become fascinated with the quadrille and calculation of emotion that is life?

It brings us high, it rips us low, it levels the field and takes nations to war.  By every definition and example, it rules our lives and that’s why I find writing…empowering.  I have that power in my hands, even as I write this to you.  Every writer that endeavors to master his or her craft has that power and it is intoxicating.

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