I actually cooked tonight

I call it the "whatever i had in my fridge" meal.

Ingredients:

"Starch": Quinoa (i just killed my first box, I'm officially a fan of the stuff)
Cook like rice on the stove.

Main Dish:
1. Fresh cut asparagus
2. Frozen beans & carrots
3. Trader Joe's frozen mandarin chicken, minus the sauce.
4. Olive oil
5. Fresh cut garlic
6. Aloha Shoyu
Fry all together in the olive oil, starting with some garlic, then the frozen chicken. When that thaws out a bit put the frozen veggies in. When that starts getting soft toss the asparagus and the rest of the garlic (and more olive oil) in.
Fry until it looks good enough to eat. (you can see i'm a cook)


condiments:
that red spice japanese stuff. hell if i know what it's called.
edit: bernadette so kindly let me know it's called "Shichimi"
nori + sesame seeds
Aloha Shoyu.

It will also be lunch tomorrow.

Oh and I forgot the key component:
2 glasses of my roommate's wine. Not in the meal, just during cooking and consumption. That's the real reason why i'm blogging now.

some random drunk post

Here is what the situation is right now:
1. Stomach is full of a burger from Q.
2. Joining the burger is half a half pitcher of sangria (a fourth? Is that like a forty?)
3. Chilling out with the laptop warming my legs.
4. Looking up emo songs on youtube.
5. The weird pictures that people put to emo songs in videos is making me wonder. Wondering what I would be wearing if i was in high school right now. you know what pisses me off just a little bit? the grade school kids that would laugh or be afraid of me in my black lipstick and red hair and vinyl pants and chains and trenchcoats are now the emo kids that feel that the world "doesn't get them" and the need to "cut myself". shut up. just because your mom didn't let you borrow the prius to go to the mall and act like you don't like chain restaurants doesn't give you the right to cut yourself.
6. Hello. how are you?
7. All in all happy. Just a little ranty and self reflecty. Speaking of which, are we really supposed to believe Medusa NEVER saw her reflection? Really? Like noone else thought of that or she didn't accidentally walk by one or a puddle of water or something? really? serious? cmon let's be real.
8. On that topic, what the fuck was Oedipus thinking?! If someone told me my fate was to kill my father and sleep with my mother I sure as HELL would not be killing ANYONE old enough to be my father and i sure as FUCK would not be sleeping with ANYONE who was older than me. AT ALL. Just to be safe.

Okay done. Randomness over. I think.

Un-domesticated kitty.

I'm referring to myself. I'm here at my friend's place, we're about to eat dinner. We went to the japanese market and are going to enjoy some good homemade japanese foods. Last time I came I even did the dishes.
At home afterwards, after having told my roommates what I had done that night, one of them comments that "You don't even cook here and you live here. I didn't know you cooked."

Which is interesting. I'm the only female in the house, and I don't really cook there. I can cook, I actually like cooking, but I just have no time. On the other hand, my guy roommates all cook meals at least once a day, and one of them even makes *me* breakfast every now and then.

So tonight I signed onto facebook and popped up the status "Candice only gets domestic at other people's homes" is absolutely true. I only get into the "ooh let's cook stuff" mode when I'm here. I only get into the "I love babies" mode when I'm at my sister's house (granted, my niece is like the coolest kid you'll ever meet. Or at least I like to think I'm gonna help her become the coolest)

Anyway, random thoughts and ranting of a very hungry person.