Meat-Free Tuesday: I Am Me

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:

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.
*smooches*
*Which I choose to make public. That seems so weird, if I think about it too much.
**Unless, of course, they state otherwise ...
Dykewife's link isn't working, and that other thing? Shame on Cooper/Nico. You going to take him off your linky luv?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pacalaga. Dykewife's link is fixed now (but if she posts again, you may have to scroll down a bit to see the post titled "Cry, Thief").
ReplyDeleteI guess I do need to update my linkyluv list, huh?
my refrigerator pasta wouldn't be very good...
ReplyDeletefrozen blueberry waffles, mustard, onion, orange, butter and eggs. mmmm
Wow -- I had no idea about this.
ReplyDeleteHey, can I come over for supper? That looks gooood. I think I'd feel much less victimized if I had that in mah belly. :)
ReplyDeleteEveryone he/she had gathered around that space seems so lovely and kind, and I'm sorry to have been the source, if not the fault, of this news.
I had a housemate once who would have totally pulled a stunt like that. Frustrating though it may be, it's still a little sad to see the depths to which people will sink.
ReplyDeleteInterestingly, I've seen no mention of it yet from joe.my.god.
Well, that sucks.
ReplyDeleteI am totally pleased to announce that I always thought Cooper was full of shit!
ReplyDeleteI mean, I'm sorry people got their feelings hurt, but I always thought he was a wannabe.
(I'm only crowing about this because I'm always the gullible one. Always.)