Random thoughts
Let's see what happens if I just start typing....
I'm finding it difficult to really focus at work, and I suspect it's due to certain developments in my life (I'll talk about that later). It's annoying to say the least, because this is work, not school letting out in the summer. I've also been finding it difficult to write up about a dozen or so posts I've been making to make, if you haven't all noticed already.
The little plastic "cups" that come with rice cookers aren't actual cups. After noticing a strange discrepancy between rice volumes when I cook rice on a stovetop and from when I cook rice in a rice cooker, I measured it, and as it happens those little plastics cups only hold 2/3rds of a cup of rice. However, I found that those "1 cup rice, 2 cups water" per person recipes call for 1 "plastic cup" of rice and 2 "British-Empire volume unit cups" of water, which would explain why my rice has been getting burned. It's okay, though, as I forgive my rice cooker, as said appliance has kept me from starving to death on more nights than I can count.
Also, I periodically get strange unexplained urges for a very specific food type. When I went home last December, it was for an authentic New York City bagel, the likes of which you cannot find on this coast. A week ago, I had a strange compulsion for clam chowder. More specifically, I had a burning desire for warm, thick, steaming New England Clam Chowder that coats your throat and warms your stomach like nothing else. Although still completely inexplicable, the pattern does seem to suggest that my body hasn't rid itself of all traces of the east coast, for I did not have any corresponding desire for San Francisco sourdough at the same time. In fact, right now I have an inexplicable desire for something from Pepe's pizza.
Huh. It's Valentines Day. Should I make a grumpy singles post about how this holiday sucks, or a nostalgic sentimental post reminiscing about past romantic encounters? In previous years I haven't quite settled on one or the other so there's no clear precedent.
I'm finding it difficult to really focus at work, and I suspect it's due to certain developments in my life (I'll talk about that later). It's annoying to say the least, because this is work, not school letting out in the summer. I've also been finding it difficult to write up about a dozen or so posts I've been making to make, if you haven't all noticed already.
The little plastic "cups" that come with rice cookers aren't actual cups. After noticing a strange discrepancy between rice volumes when I cook rice on a stovetop and from when I cook rice in a rice cooker, I measured it, and as it happens those little plastics cups only hold 2/3rds of a cup of rice. However, I found that those "1 cup rice, 2 cups water" per person recipes call for 1 "plastic cup" of rice and 2 "British-Empire volume unit cups" of water, which would explain why my rice has been getting burned. It's okay, though, as I forgive my rice cooker, as said appliance has kept me from starving to death on more nights than I can count.
Also, I periodically get strange unexplained urges for a very specific food type. When I went home last December, it was for an authentic New York City bagel, the likes of which you cannot find on this coast. A week ago, I had a strange compulsion for clam chowder. More specifically, I had a burning desire for warm, thick, steaming New England Clam Chowder that coats your throat and warms your stomach like nothing else. Although still completely inexplicable, the pattern does seem to suggest that my body hasn't rid itself of all traces of the east coast, for I did not have any corresponding desire for San Francisco sourdough at the same time. In fact, right now I have an inexplicable desire for something from Pepe's pizza.
Huh. It's Valentines Day. Should I make a grumpy singles post about how this holiday sucks, or a nostalgic sentimental post reminiscing about past romantic encounters? In previous years I haven't quite settled on one or the other so there's no clear precedent.