How to Make a Winter Salad
Boil many carrots, beets, and potatoes. Drain, and save some of the juice.
Dice above-mentioned vegetables, along with 3 (or 4 or 5 or 6) sour pickles of your choosing.
In a bowl, mix diced vegetables, carrot-potato-beet juice, pickle juice, and a generous serving of sour cream (2/3 of a cup in our case).
Enjoy.
All praise be to Masha, ambassador of Russian haute cuisine.
I added the dregs from the Trader Joe's pickle jar (mustard seeds, pickle bits, et cetera). This salad is better made in St Louis with $1/pound farmer's market beets. Here, the supermarket charges $2.39 for freaking three small organic beets!! Apparently only granola health nuts are crazed enough to actually eat a beet. But, Russian potato salad would no longer be denied. Taaaaasty. Perhaps later in the week it will be time for my other winter favorite, Real Indian Chai With the Tea Boiled in Whole Fat Milk and No Fucking Fat-free Soy Milk, You Idiots.
I've been absent from here the last month or so because I'm applying to grad schools, and it's consuming my life (or at least enough so that the thought of Livejournal is slightly sinful). So far I'm applying to four programs, all 1-year taught Masters degrees in Human Osteology/Osteoarachaeology/Palaeopathology/Funerary Archaeology. Lots of complicated terminology for the study of human bones, how they got fucked up in the past, and what we can learn from it. It turns out, applying to British grad schools is easy and free. You fill out a form with your address, schooling, and work history, convince two unfortunate mugs to write you references, and send off your CV. Occasionally they might want a letter from them explaining what you might be interested in, but not always. There's no American bullshit about paying $200 to take the GRE (assuming you don't need expensive preparatory material), retaking it because you're sure you did shitty, and then paying an application fee. Or, maybe you don't have to pay an application fee - all I know is, you have to pay $60/application as an undergrad and that always made me bitter. When Emma applied to British schools for undergrad, 15 pounds was all she paid for 6 school applications.
Tragically, they don't pay for you unless you live there and pay taxes for 3 years first. I might be able to get funding if I went on to do a MPhil or PhD, but definitely not the taught Masters. Also, American scholarships probably don't want to give the "chance of a lifetime" to someone who's been hopping the Atlantic back and forth since they were born. So, I'm pretty much on my own for funding this ole education, which is going to cost about $40,000 for tuition and living expenses. If all goes according to my nefarious plan, Elliott will get a job over there and off-set some of that, but it'll still be a monkey on our backs for awhile.
We might get married before we move over there - ostensibly we count as "common domestic partners" already from living together for this time, but I wouldn't want his employment status to be put into question. I do not want a big scene, though, nor do I want to plan for one, so who knows how we'll do it. I guess we could elope to Vegas, but it's so close it's hardly even a challenge! Perhaps we should elope to San Francisco in the spirit of the temporary gay marriage legalization there.
I guess I will try to read some more about gender and human remains. Apparently human bones are very disproportionately identified as male rather than female. I'm going to take from this that females are more skeletally-robust than we are given credit for, but I could be full of shit.
Gosh, I've sworn a lot in this entry!
Dice above-mentioned vegetables, along with 3 (or 4 or 5 or 6) sour pickles of your choosing.
In a bowl, mix diced vegetables, carrot-potato-beet juice, pickle juice, and a generous serving of sour cream (2/3 of a cup in our case).
Enjoy.
All praise be to Masha, ambassador of Russian haute cuisine.
I added the dregs from the Trader Joe's pickle jar (mustard seeds, pickle bits, et cetera). This salad is better made in St Louis with $1/pound farmer's market beets. Here, the supermarket charges $2.39 for freaking three small organic beets!! Apparently only granola health nuts are crazed enough to actually eat a beet. But, Russian potato salad would no longer be denied. Taaaaasty. Perhaps later in the week it will be time for my other winter favorite, Real Indian Chai With the Tea Boiled in Whole Fat Milk and No Fucking Fat-free Soy Milk, You Idiots.
I've been absent from here the last month or so because I'm applying to grad schools, and it's consuming my life (or at least enough so that the thought of Livejournal is slightly sinful). So far I'm applying to four programs, all 1-year taught Masters degrees in Human Osteology/Osteoarachaeology/Palaeopathology/Funerary Archaeology. Lots of complicated terminology for the study of human bones, how they got fucked up in the past, and what we can learn from it. It turns out, applying to British grad schools is easy and free. You fill out a form with your address, schooling, and work history, convince two unfortunate mugs to write you references, and send off your CV. Occasionally they might want a letter from them explaining what you might be interested in, but not always. There's no American bullshit about paying $200 to take the GRE (assuming you don't need expensive preparatory material), retaking it because you're sure you did shitty, and then paying an application fee. Or, maybe you don't have to pay an application fee - all I know is, you have to pay $60/application as an undergrad and that always made me bitter. When Emma applied to British schools for undergrad, 15 pounds was all she paid for 6 school applications.
Tragically, they don't pay for you unless you live there and pay taxes for 3 years first. I might be able to get funding if I went on to do a MPhil or PhD, but definitely not the taught Masters. Also, American scholarships probably don't want to give the "chance of a lifetime" to someone who's been hopping the Atlantic back and forth since they were born. So, I'm pretty much on my own for funding this ole education, which is going to cost about $40,000 for tuition and living expenses. If all goes according to my nefarious plan, Elliott will get a job over there and off-set some of that, but it'll still be a monkey on our backs for awhile.
We might get married before we move over there - ostensibly we count as "common domestic partners" already from living together for this time, but I wouldn't want his employment status to be put into question. I do not want a big scene, though, nor do I want to plan for one, so who knows how we'll do it. I guess we could elope to Vegas, but it's so close it's hardly even a challenge! Perhaps we should elope to San Francisco in the spirit of the temporary gay marriage legalization there.
I guess I will try to read some more about gender and human remains. Apparently human bones are very disproportionately identified as male rather than female. I'm going to take from this that females are more skeletally-robust than we are given credit for, but I could be full of shit.
Gosh, I've sworn a lot in this entry!