I just received my copy of Neil Gaiman's Sunbird, with the accompanying BPAL perfume. It's a delicious little book, and the perfume is rare woods and candied roast fowl and lavender.

I smell delicious. Now, to cleaning, shortly before I sweet talk some cabbage and seduce the potatoes into begging from happiness. :3

Yesterday I did some cleaning and made stew. Stew that took three hours on the stove, by which point the potatoes had completely disintegrated and the onions turned to caramel and the meat, good grief, the meat had gotten happy, then gotten all tough and angry, and then forgiven me and turned into something it hadn't known it could be. We call ( Read more... )

( MEATBALLS. MEATLOAF. )

raid refrigerator. Discover three VERY (verging on over-) ripe roma tomatoes, a sack of crimini mushrooms. Add to this the contents of freezer, pantry, and grocery run as follows ( Read more... )

So I've been sick for the last few days, and when asked how I feel, the answer is occasionally "like the undead."
I'm not dead, I'm not dying, but I'm not exactly perky.

Thoughts for today:
( Brought to you by Yellow 5, Yellow 6, and the letter T. )

I felt like cooking.
( So! Foods here )

[crossposted to LJ, IJ, and MySpace]
( Cut for those who don't care what I did on my day out. )

It is very easy to make falafel batter, it's very straightforward.

It is not as easy to make falafel batter that doesn't disintegrate into so much deep-fried powder the moment it hits the hot oil. ( This is slightly more involved, and learned the hard way. )

I was watching National Geographic just now- tonight's "Taboo" program was on food. ( cut for thoughts and rambling. )

I'm working on my drawing that's due tomorrow morning at 9am ( Read more... )