Saturday, August 19, 2006

Photogenesis


"Thomas Jefferson, I've had it up to here* (expressing a moderate level of exasperation) with your enlightenment ideals. Why, I could just turn away and attempt to mimic your posture whilst you forge your historic document or whatever."

Other points of interest:
-What's with my eyes? I'm all squinty.
-Unfortunately placed piso mojado sign complete with slipping stick figure.
-My dad wandering in the background, akimbo and beheaded.

*Up to my balls, that is.


Yeah, I said it.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

How to make eggplant casserole

...or, how to be a fancy chef but kind of suck at it.

Ok, so say you suddenly find yourself with a strange vegetable--in this case, an eggplant. Step one: get on the internet and Google the name of the vegetable until you find a recipe that sounds okay and doesn't have any weird ingredients that woul neccessitate a trip to the store. Take note of the list of ingredients and the instructions, then forget it because we're going to do whatever we want anyway. For advenced cooks, read two different recipes and confuse them in your mind. Professional chefs call this technique fusion.

We have to bake this eggplant in the oven until it's soft inside. The oven is broken so we'll have to use the toaster oven. Don't worry, it will work. Cut the eggplant into quarters (Actually don't. I think that was a mistake) and place on the rack. Set the toaster oven controls to "eggplant". If your model does not have this setting, turn it to "hot".

Now we have to cook some tomatoes. Wash the tomatoes--oh, dad turned the water off to do plumbing--wipe off the tomatoes. There's no room in the toaster oven, so lets put them on the stove. Let 'em roll around a bit in the pan until they seem cooked, or until you are tired of looking at a bunch of tomatoes. Now dunk the tomatoes in cold water so you can pull the skins off. Ow. Frickin'... OW! They're hot!

We have to saute some onions. Leeks are like onions but fancier. More importantly, I inexplicably have all these leeks here in the garden and I have to do something with them. Chop 'em up and throw 'em in the pan. Oh, and some garlic, too. I've never used fresh garlic in my life, but here's some dried minced garlic that's probably 20 years old. I won't tell if you won't.

Turmeric? That's some kind of spice, right? If we have some it's probably tucked way back in some dusty corner somewhere. I'll substitute in some, uh, thyme! that smells ok. Some ginger, too. I like ginger. Salt and pepper, of course.

I think the eggplant is done now so lets take it out. Smells like sweet potatoes. Now I kind of wish we'd made those instead, but for now we have to mash this up. Ew, it turned all brown and some of it is stringy. Mash mash mash that's enough. Now that the oven's free, I'll put those tomatoes in for a turn, make sure they're cooked.

This kitchen is such a mess. Why doesn't someone clean it up once in a while? There's no room to set anything down.

Okay, now everything's in the pan simmerin' away. Last thing we have to do is beat in a few eggs and let them cook.

What the hell, this stuff looks like puke. But it tastes good! There are some bits of leek in there that are kind of chewy. Maybe we should have let those cook longer but what can you do about that now. Nothing that's what. Apologize and serve with the fancy salad you made out of squash and not-quite-ripe-because-it's-still-august apple slices. Your family will just pick the apples out and eat those.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

vacaciones


Charleston is the capital of West Virginia and it has nestled itself on both sides of the Kanawha river, a rather pleasant waterway. It seems that you have to cross the river to get anywhere, which is really quite okay by me. That dome is the capitol and it is gilded. Unfortunately you can't see that here but it looks nice.




When the ugly duckling grows up this is what he really turns into. He got pretty annoyed at me following him around and trying to take his picture. Probably because he is so ugly.





Here is a barge. The barge man waved at us and we waved back. I think the Delmar Jaeger is an awesome name for a tugboat. This is more like a pushboat though.




This rakish wax gentleman greets visitors at a Virginia visitor's center. We arrived just before the rest stop was infested by a busful of middle-schoolers on a field trip. Upon wandering into the visitor center proper, lined as it is with holiday brochures, one young person was heard to exclaim, "Is this a library?" Our colonial-garbed friend, however, was deemed "tight". I can't say that I disagree with that assessment.




Virginia is far too bumpy for the tastes of a boy from Indiana but at least it is something to take a picture of. I took about twice as many frames as I needed to make this panorama(click it, yo!) but no matter.




Here are things which are hanging on a wall in a folksy manner. I took a picture, and now you are looking at it. No explanation needed.




This lady is a park ranger on Blue Ridge. We had a very nice long chat about Appalachian history and log cabins and other various topics. As usual I stubbornly refuse to use my camera's flash ever, which results in blurry and/or dark pictures. This time I had to fool with the levels in Photoshop to make the scene visible. Let's pretend I'm just being artistic, 'kay?



Uploading pictures tires me. Next time, Tommy J's house, hot, hot Williamsburg, and the watery abyss where wyrd monsteres do swim.

This is a woman who is sick of trying on sweaters

Or maybe it's the gold pants that's got her down

this is the link. this is the important part.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Leave No Trace...Rap!

When I go in the woods,
I leave no trace.
If you don't do the same,
I be in yo' face!

I plan my trip
Well in advance,
So I'm never flyin'
By the seat of my pants.

When I'm on a hike,
I stay on the trail.
I don't want to trample
Grass that's frail.

I pick no flowers.
I leave what I find.
If I find something special,
I leave it behind.

I pick up the trash
And I pack it out.
When I'm hiking around,
I don't scream or shout.

I choose my camp site
So it can't be seen.
When I leave in the morning,
The site is clean.

I camp away
from the water source,
so animals can follow
Their natural course.

I make my campfire
Neat and small,
Then I hide the remains
Ashes and all.

When I go in the woods,
I leave no trace.
If you don't do the same,
I be in yo' face!

Found at the head of a trail in the Appalachians

Friday, August 11, 2006

holiday

This past week I went with my family and we drove and drove and drove until the ocean blocked our way. Then we walked into the ocean but it was scary and salty and full of dolphins (porpoises?) and jellyfishes and waves. So we drove back home. Mayhaps I will post pictures in a later post with details. Right now I have to read all the stuff that's accumulated in my RSS reader and try to find out something that you can do with eggplant (I have an eggplant. I've never had eggplant before).

lolz l8er! :0)