Monthly Archives: January 2009

how to ruin your dinner, in 3 easy steps

1. Serve roasted Cornish game hens.

2. Sit next to your laptop, which is ON.

3. Ask, almost rhetorically, as you suck on a drumstick, what a Cornish game hen really IS. Ask, OUT LOUD. Ask, to your spouse, the internet junkie, sitting next to you.

4. (OK, it’s 4 steps actually. Sue me. “3″ sounds better.) Google “cornish game hen” and learn here how they are merely baby chickens. Yup, 5-6 weeks old. Nothing wild or gamey about ‘em.

5. Optional, but not advised, step: input “cornish game hens” on google images. See baby chickens, while you push your plate away. Ask why, why does everyone talk about veal, but no one warned you about Cornish game hens…

Tune in next week, when the hubs serves lamb….

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no news is….?

Did you hear how the Seattle P-I newspaper is going to shut down if it is not bought in two months? Another death of that dinosaur, news in print.

I just had a thought. What if all us former and current P-I bloggers pooled all the money we made blogging for them to buy the newspaper ourselves?? Wouldn’t that be cool??

Oh, yeah. They didn’t pay us anything.

Blogger: -noun, 1. a person who keeps a web log or online personal diary, enduring endless rants by trolls and snarkiness by fellow bloggers, in exchange for no monetary reward; 2. a glutton for punishment.

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Mochi much?


The sun FINALLY came out on Sunday, and to celebrate not taking antidepressants mixed with booze the warmth, we checked out the Mochi Tsuki Festival at Islandwood here on Bainbridge Island.

Here’s Islandwood’s blurb about it, in case you don’t go to events you can’t pronounce have never been:

Watch or participate in the making of the mochi, a Japanese rice delicacy. Using steamed sweet rice and pounding it into a soft dough-like texture mochi is shaped into small dumpling-like balls. Joining other men, women, and children to shape mochi …. Listen to Taiko drumming in the Great Hall or spend time on the trails with a family walk.

This is the star of the day: mochi, sweet rice that is steamed, stretched, and pounded (kinda like pilates for food).

Filled with these tasty morsels of red bean paste:

Hey. Don’t judge a book. They’re no dark chocolate truffle, but these guys are YUM to the EEEEE.

Brian has a good description with photos of the mochi-making process, if you are curious about how it goes from grain to stretchy doughyness.

When the mochi crowd swelled, we went to watch the Seattle Kokon Taiko drumming group.

We enjoyed feeling the beat with them. Literally. They always give me heart fibrillations put on a good show. Plus, girls with drums? You gotta love that.

In addition to rice and drums, they offered an origami table. I personally can’t handle origami without a couple of stiff drinks. Something in my makeup can never read the alleged how-to’s for origami, which I suspect is a form of lingering Japanese revenge for all that encampment BS.

The hubs, however, made a brave attempt at a mini kimono for the Kid. When the instructions pissed him off, shock of shocks failed to sufficiently instruct, he cheated compensated, he says.

By using scissors to cut the paper into a kimono shape. Soon, everyone at the table was clamoring for the scissors.

He didn’t make this crane.

Otherwise, the sun, the drumming, the mochi all made for a great, family day.

Thanks, Islandwood! You guys always warm my heart.

Fire used to steam the rice outside.

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girl scout service for 1

We’re supposed to be selling Girl Scout cookies. No, this is not a solicitation. I wouldn’t go breaking the rules now, would I? No. And endure the wrath of the Girl Scout czars? Uh-uhhhh.

In fact, we may not be selling any cookies at all. Except to feed my addiction to Thin Mints. And possibly, Samoans Samosas. Cuz those are yummy, too.

The Kid is new to this Girl Scout thing. Hell, I’m new to it. As a kindergartener and a “Daisy” Girl Scout, the Kid does not have heavy pressure to sellsellsell from the troop leaders. Which turns out to be good, because once I explained how the selling process works, and the paperwork involved, she noticed one fact she did not care for.

“You mean, after we sell the cookies, we have to give the money to someone else?!?”

“I hate Girl Scouts! I quit!”

So, I may be our only customer.

Here’s my latest argument for the Kid to sell cookies:

“If Mommy has to buy all the cookies, then Mommy’s butt may squish you to death at snuggle time.”

Sell cookies or die. That’s gonna be my message. That oughta work, right?

[BTW, Brother, dear, if you're reading this, your turn has come! We'll accept your check in the mail or in my paypal account. Thank you.]

I’ve added this post to fellow Kitsap county blogger, Jenny on the Spot’s Make Me Laugh Monday. Be sure to click over and see who else is giggling today.

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now, here’s a big pecker (a woodpecker, you filthy people)


Mmmm, dis tree yummy, dat suet yucky. [Or, insert your own pretend bird voice.]

Our friend, the pileated woodpecker, nibbled on the suet this afternoon for a second before pounding on our tree. No good deed, I guess….

The silver lining here: note the chain holding the suet onto the tree. That is the hub’s creation, a new, raccoon-proof suet hanger. That oughta stop those bandits.

Although, from the looks of things, the raccoons may have been our biggest customers.

Most exciting for this bird-geek is this little guy, the Townsend’s warbler:

Isn’t he a looker?


Some of the regulars looked suspiciously on him, but I like him.

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Learn-A-Word Wednesday: otiose \OH-shee-ohs; OH-tee-\

adjective:

1. Ineffective; futile.
2. Being at leisure; lazy; indolent; idle.
3. Of no use.

Although the wild outer movements and the angular Minuet can take such clockwork precision, the Andante, with its obsessive, claustrophobic dialogues between strings and bassoons, seemed sluggish and otiose.
– Tim Ashley, “VPO/Maazel”, The Guardian, April 16, 2002

Otiose is from Latin otiosus, “idle, at leisure,” from otium, “leisure.”

I’ve been rebelling against the New Year’s resolutions deal. Sure, I’ve been thinking about them, those positive changes, health issues, to-do lists, de-clutter projects, yada yada. But mostly I’ve been otiose.

Just the word “resolutions” makes me need to sit down. I imagine a large summit meeting, draft resolutions circulated, committee meetings, wording revisions, then at last, a very public signing ceremony for the Final Resolutions. Which get violated the next month by each party.

That’s what has been happening in my head.

And you? Are you jumping on those resolutions? It’s been a week!

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Perhaps, he should go easier on the peppermint schnapps next time?

From the Bainbridge Island police blotter for December 25th:

Assault: A Bainbridge woman was arrested for striking her boyfriend’s head with a hot cup of cocoa at a Pleasant Beach Drive home shortly after 11:15 p.m. Police found the victim cleaning the peppermint schnapps-flavored hot chocolate off of a vehicle parked in a garage. He told police he had made the hot chocolate to ease the suspect’s nerves after they had an argument about financial issues. The hot chocolate’s ceramic mug caused a small lump when it struck him near an ear.

Merry friggin’ Christmas, idiot! This year I got you a concussion!

Aren’t we classy on Bainbridge? Somewhere else it might have been a glass of Rebel Yell, and not (I’m guessing here) a handmade ceramic mug filled with Scharffen Berger hot cocoa with schnapps. But I think the island version would pack the bigger punch.

Especially if the cocoa was HOT.

And do we believe the official statement? A fight about financial issues? Would that make you throw a spiked mug of cocoa? What do you think they were really fighting about?

[If they're not careful, someone could end up living in a canoe....]

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