party in the front, business in the back!
they're about five times more expensive, and the entire process takes about twenty-four hours, but having made refried beans from soaked dried beans three times now, there's no way i could ever go back to refried beans out of a can. the process is really quite simple: put a pound of black beans in a pot to soak before you go out on saturday night, so you won't forget when you stumble home sloshed at three am. sunday afternoon, boil them (with a roughly diced onion, six or seven cloves of garlic, three hot peppers that have been lightly roasted in the toaster oven, some tomato juice, cumin seeds and a little bit of salt pork) for about four hours, while you sit slumped over at the kitchen table, nursing your hangover and trading fall out boy songs and downloaded episodes of supernatural back and forth on an external hard drive with your roommate. when the beans are soft, puree half of them in a blender, and lightly fry the whole mess with about a cup of chopped scallions. whatever ails you, this will cure it, i promise.
speaking of which: since hustling a video ipod from apple, i've started to watch a lot of ipod tv at the gym. (does my gym have tvs? hahah, no, my gym is a hole in the ground, basically a bunch of exercise equipment set up in a glorified storage unit. but it's right across the street from my office.) this morning, i re-watched the pilot episode of supernatural. comedy GOLD. j.ack and the whack were trying SO HARD to tone down their accents in the pilot that watching it now is like watching them portray themselves in a stage play or something. good times.
(last night's battlestar galactica, on the other hand, was like watching a really boring stage play in a language i don't speak very well. so there's that.)
right now, i'm thinking:
[1] do i have anything nice/clean enough to wear to this semi-fancy fundraiser tomorrow? why don't i own a black button-down blouse with cap sleeves? that would solve ALL my problems.
[2] we dooooooooo it in the daaaaaaark with smiiiiiiiiles on our faaaaaaaaaces
[3] would i strangle a cute animal for an egg bagel with scallion cream cheese right now? probably.
[4] "well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career."
[5] is my hair touching my face?
speaking of which: since hustling a video ipod from apple, i've started to watch a lot of ipod tv at the gym. (does my gym have tvs? hahah, no, my gym is a hole in the ground, basically a bunch of exercise equipment set up in a glorified storage unit. but it's right across the street from my office.) this morning, i re-watched the pilot episode of supernatural. comedy GOLD. j.ack and the whack were trying SO HARD to tone down their accents in the pilot that watching it now is like watching them portray themselves in a stage play or something. good times.
(last night's battlestar galactica, on the other hand, was like watching a really boring stage play in a language i don't speak very well. so there's that.)
right now, i'm thinking:
[1] do i have anything nice/clean enough to wear to this semi-fancy fundraiser tomorrow? why don't i own a black button-down blouse with cap sleeves? that would solve ALL my problems.
[2] we dooooooooo it in the daaaaaaark with smiiiiiiiiles on our faaaaaaaaaces
[3] would i strangle a cute animal for an egg bagel with scallion cream cheese right now? probably.
[4] "well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career."
[5] is my hair touching my face?