I think I want to get BBQ tomorrow. It’s ironic that it’s BBQ on a Friday because I’ve kinda been meaning to go to this BBQ spot like 45 minutes away for a nice special they have on Fridays. Anyway. Not going to that one. Going to that truck from that one post where everything was overwhelming on my trip to gather the goods. I really love brisket chili. I really hope tomorrow is a good day. I hope it’s good for all of us. I guess that’s all I really have for now.
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Lay down on the chaise lounge with me.
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I feel tired tonight. Here is a leopard gecko named Koop to cover me for today. She actually has her own website that displays her in her various hats. Most hats are made of beeswax.
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In my own world lately. I don’t get it, but it’s an undeniable fact that some people are really bad at cooking. It baffles me, but I just need to accept not everyone has a natural prowess. I feel uncertain about everything again. I don’t really know what to say. I made French toast. I haven’t been doing all that I should. I just feel nervous the past few days. I feel things.
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Rewatching Pluribus already LOL.
Still not ready to talk about the apple butter. It’s literally good, but I just, I can’t explain. In the mood to walk the beaches of Croatia.
Chins and noses are so interesting. I guess profiles in general. Do you ever not look at things because you just don’t want that to become a part of your reality?
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The stock. I made it yesterday. What a saga, honestly. To make a long story short, I bought three chicken backs and thought I had frozen bone in chicken thighs at home. I had boneless, skinless breasts. I was like shoot. So after much deliberation, I went to the store at 8 a.m. Saturday morning looking for more. They didn’t have any, so I got feet and necks. I got home and when I started prepping, I washed the backs and feet and it was fine, albeit a little weird since it was my first time handling feet. I went to wash the necks and they fucking smelled. I’ve never gotten necks, so after some Googling I called my mom and my dad said don’t do it. So, I chucked the necks. That was a lot, but oh well. I was not in the mood to go back out, I’m sure it was kinda crazy. So I made do with 3 backs and a pack of feet. I brought them to a boil and tried to skim the scum as well as I could. I eventually added the veggies, aromatics, idk. I used carrot, celery, onion, leek, garlic, bay leaves, rosemary, thyme, some salt, and peppercorns. Oh, I also added a splash of apple cider vinegar to help, like idk, get the stuff off? I let it simmer for like 3-4 hours and then strained it. I didn’t use a cheesecloth bc I didn’t want to. I put the stock in 2 bowls and put them outside to cool.
Today, after ultimately spending the night in the fridge, I scraped the fat off the top to the best of my abilities. It was pretty gelatinous, so I think I did pretty well. Trying not to think about the amount of foot juice I’m working with. After scraping off the fat, I needed to clean and chop the veggies. I used potato, turnip, parsnip, carrot, celery, leek, onion, a little ginger, garlic, flat & Italian parsley, dill, salt, and pepper. Sometimes I’ll add turmeric to my soups. Not this time, the color is appealing enough on its own, didn’t feel like I needed it. I used 3 chicken breasts bc that’s what I had and in my mind I was committed to using what was in the freezer, so I did. I started by cooking them in the pot I was planning on using before quickly sautéing the vegetables. I seasoned them with just salt, pepper, and paprika. No real reason, just felt like it. I used a decent amount of the stock from the day before and I didn’t add any water. Just didn’t feel right to me. I ended up making latkes too because I made apple butter again last night. I’m not ready to talk about it yet, so I guess I’ll end it here for now, LOL. Snow day tomorrow!
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I think very bad things are happening in my country.
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There seems to be a lot happening in Minnesota currently. Strikes today. Not much out there on the news covering it. Shocker! Would love to see a more widespread general strike. So, there seems to be a storm approaching and I have basically all I could need in preparation, but I lowkey want a little more. Tomorrow seems like a bad day to go to the store though. Unless I were to wake up so early. I have a bit of an idea of my dream weekend, but not exactly, so let’s write it out!
There are some things I want to make and other things I’m very committed to making. I really want to make apple butter again, latkes, and chicken soup. I’m interested in making French toast, steak and onion, mashed potatoes, and popovers. I’m a little nervous about the soup. I may go to the store early to get more chicken carcasses for the stock. I have 3 but that’s all the chicken bones I have. Feel like I need more. I’ve never used chicken feet, but it seems popular. I want to make a good stock on Saturday and a nice soup on Sunday. I think I’m going to be off Monday because even if I’m not officially off I will likely not be going to work lol. It’s getting late, so I should just stop it here. I am tired but I want to cook. I wish I had more people to share my stuff with so I don’t feel bad about potential waste.
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I’m trying to think of what to write. All I keep thinking about is that little boy in the blue hat being taken into custody. I don’t really like seeing that. I just feel sad for him. He’s just a little kid and he looks like he’s very loved. He is dressed well and looks well taken care of. That little animal hat…. He’s too young to be bad. He doesn’t deserve this. It’s awful to tear families apart, especially if they’re on track to do everything right. Something just so particularly heinous about taking a child.i don’t feel good about kids in ICE custody. I feel sad. I feel helpless. I feel bad for feeling bad.
wtf this never posted??? Maybe it’s a sign. Oh well.
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The title is in reference to the 2016 to 2026 pics social media trend btw.
Im sure most of us are familiar with and forgotten about the Myers-Briggs personality test. Someone asked me about my personality type yesterday and I totally forgot what mine was. I tried to find a screenshot first, then I looked up “inf” in my notes app in hopes maybe I previously wrote it down and also guessed the correct letters. Didn’t find it there. Did find that screenshot I included with my last post. Shout out to “White Chicks”, one of the greatest movies ever made during the greatest year in cinematic history, 2004. The same year “Dodgeball” was released. Rosie O. with a ready infection. Imagine chowing down on that! Or don’t… I get it. In the end, I was able to find a screenshot of it my answer. INTP. What’s yours? Any other personality tests you like? Been a while since I’ve taken one. Maybe I should see if my personality has changed over time. If I do take a new one, I will let you know the results. Let me know yours.
Since we’re talking about yeast infections anyway. Don’t have one btw, did once after antibiotics and, well that’s a story for another day but let’s just say the 24-hour ointment is not the way to go. Can I tell you all about a conversation I overheard while in the waiting room the other day. For the daily reader(s) who can connect the dots, this place has 3 different doctors, two being just like general practitioners. The other is, yk, the Byngo (this is anagram because I’m very mysterious and don’t want to type gynecologist. What a disgusting word. I didn’t fully type it btw, I used the like prediction option when it came up. I guess in the end I overcame my fears, but I’m leaving it <3). Okay so this is what I overheard LOL:
Is she swelling?
So it’s just red dots?
Is she allergic to anything? (Is this woman qualified? LOL I guess if it’s a real emergency, go to the ER or wait until tomorrow. She would love to come in today though.)
Can she come in in an hour and 5, hour and 35 minutes? (The way I know their last name…).
I think th g was a receptionist for one of the regular doctors so I can’t be sure where this is on her body. I hope she’s okay. -
It’s kinda funny when you tell someone you’ve been doing something a certain way because you don’t know the correct way and the person comes back and just says to stop doing it that way… with 0 hint as to what to actually do. Like, okay, I will stop, but I will likely do something even worse than I originally had this time around, no? I need a beer! I once mistook a hearse for a Chrysler minivan and was extremely confident about it. It was a hearse. That is why yesterday’s post was titled “Chrysler Minivan”.
Okay, moving on… Up to this point, today has been going pretty quickly. I’m gonna feel like the rest of the day lasts a year now, aren’t I? Today was a big day. It was the introductory press conference for the new coach of the New York Football Giants. I love the history of football. I love families that love football. I’m thinking about John Mara. He looks like he’s getting treated for cancer in a way people maybe wouldn’t recognize unless they’ve seen it. I feel like people mostly think of skinny, frail, and pale. Maybe a little hair loss. His face looks swollen. It’s definitely something seeing that. Like, he looks pretty good considering, but you can still tell something is up. His family co-owns one of the most valuable sports franchises in the world and he’s still visibly going through that. I’m trying not to judge others and focus on me but it’s fucking hard. It’s hard to not compare. It’s hard to not feel like a fool for not taking advantage of shit. Fucking annoyed tonight.
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