This picture? I took it myself.
This blog? I write it myself.
These are my words, my thoughts, my ideas, my hopes and dreams, my tears, my own private drama*.
I wanted to clear that up. I am me. The words are my own.
Because I am honest about my life (or, at least, as honest as I can be), I tend to believe what other people write is an honest representation as well**. It's a little shocking and a lot hurtful when I find out I've been misled. (See Dykewife's post here - You'll need to scroll down to the entry titled "Cry, Thief"- and the victim's original post here.)
But, I move on ... to write about my food, my booze, and my dreams.
Last night, I made, what I like to call, Refrigerator Pasta, which consists of whatever food I can find in my fridge that I think will be yummy tossed with pasta.
So, I diced a bunch of grape tomatoes, some black olives, scallions, and Bulgarian Feta and mixed it with olive oil, red wine vinegar, and basil and oregano from the garden. See:
Well, hello, Chef's Little Helper!
Then, I stirred in the spaghetti and voila! dinner! It was delicious. Srsly. Chef's Little Helper was a Margaritatini, which, I suppose, is a shorter way of saying, "I didn't feel like pouring it into a margarita glass."
Who knew that margaritas were so easy to make? 2 oz. tequila, 1/2 oz. of triple sec, juice of half a lime. Shake over ice. I topped mine off with a little bit of Lemon Italian Soda to make it fizzy. Yum.
While all that cooking was going on, I also started my Thai Basil Vodka Infusion. No pictures because, um, well, it's just not pretty. The basil leaves are going all gross and slimy looking. I figure it should be infused by this evening (tomorrow morning at the latest). I'll take a picture of the final product. Promise.
Have I mentioned my parents are visiting this weekend? GAH! More on that later.
For now, I must work on a few more guvmint KSAs. The impending unemployment nears ... and it's getting me a bit stressed out. Stay tuned for the Send Gin to VUBOQ button.
*Which I choose to make public. That seems so weird, if I think about it too much.
**Unless, of course, they state otherwise ...