there is nothing to be scared of she says
I've decided my problem with social media is the expectation of interaction. On some platforms you are expected to interact with others and other platforms you just spew crap out into the void.
*big sigh* I like people though, I just have a hard time dealing with them.
Anyway, this is re-dedication to the act of blogging number 4,832. It will be much more haphazard, on purpose, than other attempts, because I give myself permission to not log in daily, to not post every week, and to not comment on every post on my f-list.
Now, for the actual content part of the post.
My brother and I have been cooking every saturday lately. Like the kind of cooking that has required that I buy a kitchen scale and a food processor. It's fun. Brother is addicted to Alton Brown and wants to try every recipe the man has ever done. So far my favorite thing we've made is maple smoked salmon. It tasted like the best combination of breakfast and fish I could ever have imagined.
This week we brined a turkey breast and then we roasted it in the oven. It turned out so damn tender and juicy. I think I want to do the same thing at thanksgiving this year.
Our next big cooking project is pulled pork. It takes so long is the only problem. Neither one of us gets off work till 1pm at the earliest on saturday's and all the recipes we've looked at have an 6-10 hour cook time. I'm sure we'll come up with something. Maybe I'll have to solo the project on my day off with Brother coming in and out to help as his daily schedule allows.
Now for the depressing part of the post.
It's the 15 year anniversary of the September 11 attack. Even with my particular brain damage I remember what I was doing when I heard the news. We thought it was the start of some sort of dumb joke, 'a plane flies into the world trade center'. one of the scariest days of my life. The Boy's school at the time was across the street from one of the gates of Offutt Airbase (if you know anything about military targets, it is one) All i could think about was getting him and holing up at home where I felt it would be safe. Shit, nothing really felt safe. It took a long time before I could look at a plane in the sky and not wonder.
The world has definitely changed in the intervening years. I don't know that it's for the better.
x
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*big sigh* I like people though, I just have a hard time dealing with them.
Anyway, this is re-dedication to the act of blogging number 4,832. It will be much more haphazard, on purpose, than other attempts, because I give myself permission to not log in daily, to not post every week, and to not comment on every post on my f-list.
Now, for the actual content part of the post.
My brother and I have been cooking every saturday lately. Like the kind of cooking that has required that I buy a kitchen scale and a food processor. It's fun. Brother is addicted to Alton Brown and wants to try every recipe the man has ever done. So far my favorite thing we've made is maple smoked salmon. It tasted like the best combination of breakfast and fish I could ever have imagined.
This week we brined a turkey breast and then we roasted it in the oven. It turned out so damn tender and juicy. I think I want to do the same thing at thanksgiving this year.
Our next big cooking project is pulled pork. It takes so long is the only problem. Neither one of us gets off work till 1pm at the earliest on saturday's and all the recipes we've looked at have an 6-10 hour cook time. I'm sure we'll come up with something. Maybe I'll have to solo the project on my day off with Brother coming in and out to help as his daily schedule allows.
Now for the depressing part of the post.
It's the 15 year anniversary of the September 11 attack. Even with my particular brain damage I remember what I was doing when I heard the news. We thought it was the start of some sort of dumb joke, 'a plane flies into the world trade center'. one of the scariest days of my life. The Boy's school at the time was across the street from one of the gates of Offutt Airbase (if you know anything about military targets, it is one) All i could think about was getting him and holing up at home where I felt it would be safe. Shit, nothing really felt safe. It took a long time before I could look at a plane in the sky and not wonder.
The world has definitely changed in the intervening years. I don't know that it's for the better.
x
This entry was originally posted at http://ranua.dreamwidth.org/181097.html. Please comment there using OpenID.