Sexy, Sexy assignments

i wish i could interpretive dance my projects

or convey them in a garbled telepathy impressionism.

two things due tomorrow. They are traumatizing.

Here is one:

Pax.

Making Pasta Sauce with Robin.

My little sister is cool. She's not a totally handy cook, however. This is an example of what you can do with a little pantry and fridge cleaning.

Here's what you do: Take all of your veggies and dice them small. really small. put an onion and a couple of carrots (celery if you have) into a big ass pot on medium high. cook them until they're transleucent. Make your garlic really really fucking small put that in the pot too, cook it until you can smell it. Don't burn it. add a teaspoon of salt and a half teaspoon of pepper Drop your meat in (make sure it's unthawed) add another measure of salt and pepper stir that shit around once the meat is brown (not beige, like, brown and crispy and awesome) drop in your tomatoes. add any herbs like parsley. cook them shits for like, half an hour over medium low heat so nothing burns. make sure there is enough salt and pepper. serve over pasta. cover in some awesome fucking cheese, and enjoy that shit.

Only the soup can save us.

So the creeping death is creeping up. Baguettes and chicken cacciatore did not help it. The answer is obviously some fucking soup. I wholeheartedly disagree with rigid soup recipes. Put well treated things in a pot, don't be silly about it, cook them properly, don't forget the salt, consume.

Randburger Soup

take half of a turkey carcass. leave it on the counter

Chop:

an onion

2 stalks celery

2 decent sized carrot, or 1 ubercarrot

1 red bell pepper

drop into a pot that is hot and has 1 tbspn oil in it.

season that shit with salt and pepper.

when the veg gets translucent, drop in the animal carcass, and fill the (hopefully large) pot to about 3 inches from the top

drop in a bay leaf

chili pepper

oregano

habanero (this goes into anything I make that is savoury these days)

half a bag of spinach

season it until it tastes like something then...

add

about a pound of hamburger

and:

cook that shit

when things get a little bit lovely and silky looking from the turkey carcass, take the bones out, along with any narsty bits, mash the meat up.

cook until it looks totally awesome. the longer you go, the more the flavours will meld.

Ladle into a bowl. If you're keeping up with things, you've gone to this site: http://www.cookingforengineers.com/article/199/Baguettes-Deconstructed and have started making baguettes. If you are not powerful enough to eat 3 in 24 hours, you'll probably have some sort of bread to sop your awesome broth up with.

Fuck yeah.

My friend Matt is cool, this is his song : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uiDo6IrCVI

Good Morning

First: I would like you to watch this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTkKSJSqU-I

No, no you're not.

Newer mission, is to be able to get to stage 5. That would be awesome. I am now aspiring to be awesome.

Aspiration, much like baguettes, means that someday, sometime, you're going to have something good. Like baguettes. Or bigger ideas, or a more effective leadership somewhere.

Lets share the baguettes, help each other make better ones, and maybe eventually make the best bread ever. Oh idealism.