That's What I've Become
Apr. 7th, 2004 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
Yesterday I cooked for the first time in months. Usually, when I'm hungry, I've been subsisting on a steady diet of McDonald's and/or TV dinners. Neither of which are really healthy, but at least I won't have to be embalmed when I die.
Since it was my first culinary venture in quite some time, I wanted to keep it simple but...well, good.
Since it was my first culinary venture in quite some time, I wanted to keep it simple but...well, good.
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Yesterday I cooked for the first time in months. Usually, when I'm hungry, I've been subsisting on a steady diet of McDonald's and/or TV dinners. Neither of which are really healthy, but at least I won't have to be embalmed when I die.
Since it was my first culinary venture in quite some time, I wanted to keep it simple but...well, good. <:) <s>Odis</s> Ryngs was kind enough to give me a chicken breast he had been sitting on (those things take *forever* to defrost) to supplement the leftover chicken I took home from Applebee's. I cut the chicken up into chunks, pan-fried it with a little bit of oil, added some All-spice and oregano (our spice selection is actually really pathetic) and served it with a generous heaping of rice and Russian Caravan tea. Jessie was my guinea pig for the experiment, and she didn't die, so I guess it all turned out OK. :) The rice was all right; firm but not mealy in the way it gets when you overcook it. I added a bit too much water though.
Prismo is coming today, so I'll have him hanging about my living room when I come home. Hurrah! I would cook more to celebrate the occassion, but I'm all out of chicken. ;) I do have the faux-chik veggie stuff, and I might try that instead...maybe add it to the pre-made noodle-and-sauce packets I have. Hurrah for bachelor cuisine!
It occurred to me how odd it must look for me to talk about Big Sis' death in such a casual, flippant manner. To be completely honest, I'm not terribly affected by it, even though I *want* to be...so now I have to stop and think about it a bit. This is but one of the odd situations you find yourself in when you're adopted.
My biological mom had seven children, four older brothers, one older sister, me and my younger sister. Most of them are quite a bit older than me and Little Sis, which I guess is one reason we're out of the loop. We didn't find out we were adopted until I was 15; we met my grandmother and the rest of the family that same year.
I only met my big sister once; we were visiting Grandma and the jumble of feelings you get when you find out you're a part of this whole other thing hadn't worn off yet. It was a short walk from my Grandma's place to hers, so we grabbed some stuff and planned a few hours. I found out my big sister was this pretty down-to-earth person who left modelling to be a hairdresser. She said she couldn't handle the stress and 'fakeness' of the career, and now that I know what I know, I can see why.
She did my sister's hair, we talked a bit, and that was that. I never saw her again, though my little sis kept in touch with her quite a bit after that. After everything happened with my mom and I came out, I went away to college, then Arkansas, and pretty much dropped off the radar until now. I'm not sure what my family thinks of me; even amongst them (which is saying something) I kind of gained the reputation of being odd, and now that I've been away for so long I'm not sure how we'd mesh now. I *know* the first few meetings would be all kinds of awkward.
Still, it bugs me just a little that I have this kind of half-past, a connection to a whole lot of people I should feel something for but just don't. This is just something that will be reconciled in time.
In the meantime, my 'to-do' list is starting to pile up quite a bit; either I'm going to have to shut myself away for an extended period of time to catch up or I'm going to get used to being sleepless for a little while. I'm really keen on actually getting things done this time...I'm tired of dropping eggs when I've got too many.
Bernadette came by the Bookshop yesterday! We're supposed to have a coworker dinnery thing at Mexico Viejo on Saturday. It should be fun! I would invite the company along, but I'm pretty sure they'd rather stay with 2 and the Cube, so I'll forge ahead on my own. Maybe <s>Odis</s> Ryngs will come, provided he can finish up all the projects *he's* got going. I think I'm going to try and make a regular habit of hanging out in his studio. He and Silver emit really good work-vibes.
Took a look at my finances, and it looks like I'm going to be playing catch up through mid-May, provided I don't get any pleasant surprises. Both federal and state tax returns seem to be kind of held up, and at this point I can't even expect to get them eventually. This really puts a damper on things and makes the trip to Australia next year look that much more impossible. I'll find a way though.
All right then! That's that, time to get focused.
Since it was my first culinary venture in quite some time, I wanted to keep it simple but...well, good. <:) <s>Odis</s> Ryngs was kind enough to give me a chicken breast he had been sitting on (those things take *forever* to defrost) to supplement the leftover chicken I took home from Applebee's. I cut the chicken up into chunks, pan-fried it with a little bit of oil, added some All-spice and oregano (our spice selection is actually really pathetic) and served it with a generous heaping of rice and Russian Caravan tea. Jessie was my guinea pig for the experiment, and she didn't die, so I guess it all turned out OK. :) The rice was all right; firm but not mealy in the way it gets when you overcook it. I added a bit too much water though.
Prismo is coming today, so I'll have him hanging about my living room when I come home. Hurrah! I would cook more to celebrate the occassion, but I'm all out of chicken. ;) I do have the faux-chik veggie stuff, and I might try that instead...maybe add it to the pre-made noodle-and-sauce packets I have. Hurrah for bachelor cuisine!
It occurred to me how odd it must look for me to talk about Big Sis' death in such a casual, flippant manner. To be completely honest, I'm not terribly affected by it, even though I *want* to be...so now I have to stop and think about it a bit. This is but one of the odd situations you find yourself in when you're adopted.
My biological mom had seven children, four older brothers, one older sister, me and my younger sister. Most of them are quite a bit older than me and Little Sis, which I guess is one reason we're out of the loop. We didn't find out we were adopted until I was 15; we met my grandmother and the rest of the family that same year.
I only met my big sister once; we were visiting Grandma and the jumble of feelings you get when you find out you're a part of this whole other thing hadn't worn off yet. It was a short walk from my Grandma's place to hers, so we grabbed some stuff and planned a few hours. I found out my big sister was this pretty down-to-earth person who left modelling to be a hairdresser. She said she couldn't handle the stress and 'fakeness' of the career, and now that I know what I know, I can see why.
She did my sister's hair, we talked a bit, and that was that. I never saw her again, though my little sis kept in touch with her quite a bit after that. After everything happened with my mom and I came out, I went away to college, then Arkansas, and pretty much dropped off the radar until now. I'm not sure what my family thinks of me; even amongst them (which is saying something) I kind of gained the reputation of being odd, and now that I've been away for so long I'm not sure how we'd mesh now. I *know* the first few meetings would be all kinds of awkward.
Still, it bugs me just a little that I have this kind of half-past, a connection to a whole lot of people I should feel something for but just don't. This is just something that will be reconciled in time.
In the meantime, my 'to-do' list is starting to pile up quite a bit; either I'm going to have to shut myself away for an extended period of time to catch up or I'm going to get used to being sleepless for a little while. I'm really keen on actually getting things done this time...I'm tired of dropping eggs when I've got too many.
Bernadette came by the Bookshop yesterday! We're supposed to have a coworker dinnery thing at Mexico Viejo on Saturday. It should be fun! I would invite the company along, but I'm pretty sure they'd rather stay with 2 and the Cube, so I'll forge ahead on my own. Maybe <s>Odis</s> Ryngs will come, provided he can finish up all the projects *he's* got going. I think I'm going to try and make a regular habit of hanging out in his studio. He and Silver emit really good work-vibes.
Took a look at my finances, and it looks like I'm going to be playing catch up through mid-May, provided I don't get any pleasant surprises. Both federal and state tax returns seem to be kind of held up, and at this point I can't even expect to get them eventually. This really puts a damper on things and makes the trip to Australia next year look that much more impossible. I'll find a way though.
All right then! That's that, time to get focused.
