Housekeeping
I'm not sure what to write. I just felt like writing, I suppose. Guess I'll just start with the regular.
Got some writing done for my Big Idea (I can't call it anything without feeling stupid, so I just embraced it). I think it's turning out well. Hopefully I'll get a little more done soon.
Relieved at the change in weather. It's finally cooling down. Hoodie conditions have always been my favorite.
Been dealing with more family things. It's a bit much to take sometimes, but I'm handling it.
The Mams hurt her arm pretty badly a few weeks ago and I'm still playing butler because of it. I don't mind. Been trying to cook more so she can have a more varied menu since she can't go out so much. Last night I made a chicken and bean stew with tomato, lentils, corn, peas, and carrots. After it had slow-cooked for a while, I still didn't like how thin it was. I took the skillet I had cooked the chicken in and heated it up, scalded it with chicken stock, and made a roux of it. It looked weird, but it wasn't a normal roux and I don't typically recognize common sense as a good indicator of anything fun, so I guess it had to look weird. I mixed it and some milk and herbs and saffron into the stew and when I came back an hour later, it had become so thick it wasn't a stew anymore. More like a chicken and bean riceless jambalaya. Or a chicken and bean curry? I don't know. I think I put too much flour in the roux. I don't want to say it was a goddamn food pile. I don't have the food lexicon necessary to talk nicely about it. But it's delicious! Ha ha. That's what matters. And later I plan on pouring in more chicken stock and simmering it for a bit, reverting it to stew status. I'm proud of it, nonetheless.
Met a couple new people lately, hung with one of them for a bit. Dave's still in town so he and I have been doing everything that's awesome when we can. Martial arts movies, stupid Youtube videos, video games, takin' the clovetrain to clovetown, friendship and hearts and such shit.
Bought a collection of Shelley's work. It's got essays and commentary and notations and things. It's fucking hardcore lit nerd sweet. I threw World War Z into the cart to get free shipping and that is about as great as I'd heard.
I don't know. I'm all right. I'm working on things, slowly.
I haven't talked to my dad in months.
Later.
Got some writing done for my Big Idea (I can't call it anything without feeling stupid, so I just embraced it). I think it's turning out well. Hopefully I'll get a little more done soon.
Relieved at the change in weather. It's finally cooling down. Hoodie conditions have always been my favorite.
Been dealing with more family things. It's a bit much to take sometimes, but I'm handling it.
The Mams hurt her arm pretty badly a few weeks ago and I'm still playing butler because of it. I don't mind. Been trying to cook more so she can have a more varied menu since she can't go out so much. Last night I made a chicken and bean stew with tomato, lentils, corn, peas, and carrots. After it had slow-cooked for a while, I still didn't like how thin it was. I took the skillet I had cooked the chicken in and heated it up, scalded it with chicken stock, and made a roux of it. It looked weird, but it wasn't a normal roux and I don't typically recognize common sense as a good indicator of anything fun, so I guess it had to look weird. I mixed it and some milk and herbs and saffron into the stew and when I came back an hour later, it had become so thick it wasn't a stew anymore. More like a chicken and bean riceless jambalaya. Or a chicken and bean curry? I don't know. I think I put too much flour in the roux. I don't want to say it was a goddamn food pile. I don't have the food lexicon necessary to talk nicely about it. But it's delicious! Ha ha. That's what matters. And later I plan on pouring in more chicken stock and simmering it for a bit, reverting it to stew status. I'm proud of it, nonetheless.
Met a couple new people lately, hung with one of them for a bit. Dave's still in town so he and I have been doing everything that's awesome when we can. Martial arts movies, stupid Youtube videos, video games, takin' the clovetrain to clovetown, friendship and hearts and such shit.
Bought a collection of Shelley's work. It's got essays and commentary and notations and things. It's fucking hardcore lit nerd sweet. I threw World War Z into the cart to get free shipping and that is about as great as I'd heard.
I don't know. I'm all right. I'm working on things, slowly.
I haven't talked to my dad in months.
Later.