Friday, May 29, 2009

maybe I'm being chastised for my culinary pride

You guys don't understand how good Irish oats are. Or maybe you do, what do I know? If not, please, please go buy some and eat them.

I think that Willow was some of Val Kilmer's finest work. It certainly wasn't The Saint. Bleck. Directors need to learn that you can't cast Elizabeth Shue as a nuclear physicist any more than you can Denise Richards. Wait, scratch that. Because actually Shue preceded Richards in Tara Reid: Anthropologist, Michael Keaton: Batman--The Story of Incomparably Ludicrous Casting Decisions.

I'm making two more loaves of Dutch oven bread today. It makes me crazy that I don't know how it will turn out.

Here's what a side of beef looks like:
Here's what the first haying of the year looks like:
Here's what it looks like inside our flophouse for chickens of ill repute:
I have lost my cooking mojo! I had to explain what that meant to my mom when I called her to lament. She thought I was talking about a gadget. I've been having all kinds of kitchen failures lately, and I'm freaking out about it. It's like that time that Giles drugged Buffy to make her weak! Which, if you extend the comparison, means that I'm going to be on Iron Chef competing against a crazy, murderous--aaah! That means Gordon Ramsey! I'm toast, you guys.


Sarah said...

Whoa, that's a lot of beef. Also, you're always an amazing cook, you just set your standards incredibly high. Plus, you're crazy busy so cooking has to get yanked to the back burner (pardon the Steven-like pun) when you're out saving goats and chickens and gardens and things.