Sleepy in a Häagen Dazs
So, we finally finished cleaning up the apartment sometime after 7pm. I had been watching Jeff Irwin and his moighty crocks on tv for about an hour before Daylo suggested we hit up the market for some ingrediments.
We drove over to N. King Star Market -- one of the most expensive fucking grocery stores on the planet. Picked up an onion, 4 ahi steaks, and two HUGE XX-Large sized burritos. Man those were gigantic! I bought them based merely on their gargantuan size.
We stopped by the freezer section. I disavowed her request for ice cream stating we'd probably be drinking wine (lie). Paid for our things. And vroomed back to the apartment.
Back at the apartment, in the kitchen. The pots and pans were being sized up and the stove heated. I pulled out some frozen vegetables from the freezer dropped them in a pot of water and let it boil. Daylo seasoned the steaks with olive oil and some salty-pepper mix, minced the onion, and tossed them all in the frying pan.
While Daylo cooked, I tried to keep myself busy by tending to the vegetables.
She threw in some capers and fried the fish up nice and golden. Plated the grinds. And began frying up her noodles... She sprinkled some Mrs. Dash seasoning on them -- no taste. I suggested garlic salt -- that did the trick.
So the menu:
Ahi Fish Steaks w/ Sauteed Onions and Capers
Garlic salted pasta al dente w/ Vegetables
FUCKING TASTY!
Daylo never lets you down man. Her cooking kicks ass.
Daylo: "I'd like to cook more."
Me: "Yeah I'd like," while shoveling food into mouth, "that, too."
So we both went back for a second helping of pasta and ended in heaps on the living room floor, watching Law and Order.
We wrapped it up, I did dishes, the least I could do. Volunteered to grab some ice cream.
The korean marts around my place are devoid of any "good" ice cream. I skipped back and forth between two -- a block apart. Settling down on some qtr. pt. Dulce blah blah and a half pt. of Vanilla & fudge brownie.
Headed back to my place. Up the stairs. In the door. Into the kitchen. Grabbed some spoons. Handed Daylo hers, collapsed onto the floor into a creamy Haagen Daze.
Good new music:
XTC - That's Really Super, Supergirl [3:21] - Skylarking
Sigur Ros - Svefn G Englar [8:58] - Ágætis Byrjun
Portishead - Humming [6:03] - Portishead
garbage - Medication [4:07] - version 2 0
Verve - So It Goes [6:11] - A Northern Soul
Pram - Mother of Pearl [5:09] - The Museum of Imaginary Animal
We drove over to N. King Star Market -- one of the most expensive fucking grocery stores on the planet. Picked up an onion, 4 ahi steaks, and two HUGE XX-Large sized burritos. Man those were gigantic! I bought them based merely on their gargantuan size.
We stopped by the freezer section. I disavowed her request for ice cream stating we'd probably be drinking wine (lie). Paid for our things. And vroomed back to the apartment.
Back at the apartment, in the kitchen. The pots and pans were being sized up and the stove heated. I pulled out some frozen vegetables from the freezer dropped them in a pot of water and let it boil. Daylo seasoned the steaks with olive oil and some salty-pepper mix, minced the onion, and tossed them all in the frying pan.
While Daylo cooked, I tried to keep myself busy by tending to the vegetables.
She threw in some capers and fried the fish up nice and golden. Plated the grinds. And began frying up her noodles... She sprinkled some Mrs. Dash seasoning on them -- no taste. I suggested garlic salt -- that did the trick.
So the menu:
Ahi Fish Steaks w/ Sauteed Onions and Capers
Garlic salted pasta al dente w/ Vegetables
FUCKING TASTY!
Daylo never lets you down man. Her cooking kicks ass.
Daylo: "I'd like to cook more."
Me: "Yeah I'd like," while shoveling food into mouth, "that, too."
So we both went back for a second helping of pasta and ended in heaps on the living room floor, watching Law and Order.
We wrapped it up, I did dishes, the least I could do. Volunteered to grab some ice cream.
The korean marts around my place are devoid of any "good" ice cream. I skipped back and forth between two -- a block apart. Settling down on some qtr. pt. Dulce blah blah and a half pt. of Vanilla & fudge brownie.
Headed back to my place. Up the stairs. In the door. Into the kitchen. Grabbed some spoons. Handed Daylo hers, collapsed onto the floor into a creamy Haagen Daze.
Good new music:
XTC - That's Really Super, Supergirl [3:21] - Skylarking
Sigur Ros - Svefn G Englar [8:58] - Ágætis Byrjun
Portishead - Humming [6:03] - Portishead
garbage - Medication [4:07] - version 2 0
Verve - So It Goes [6:11] - A Northern Soul
Pram - Mother of Pearl [5:09] - The Museum of Imaginary Animal