A mini-rant, an AHHH!, and a recipe
Jan. 13th, 2011 09:11 amFirst, because of things happening to a very good friend of mine (this has crossover with our flists, I know) who, and I'd swear this over the life of my children, is one of the most thoughtful and considerate people on LJ, I want to say this: if you ever share anything I put in a locked post with anyone outside of that locked post, you are dead to me. Now. I don't go off on people under a lock (I have, though, but it's rare) and I don't post under a lock often. When I do it's with people whom I feel safe sharing my personal thoughts. Or it's writing that I'm uncertain about. Or it's personal information about my kids, maybe pictures. NONE OF THAT IS MEANT FOR THE WORLD. I will hunt you down and shame you, should you do something like that.
But none of you would do that, right? :) And if you think it's ever okay to do so, this is where you go ahead and take me off your flist and we just call it a day, fair and square.
Having said that, I would like to direct your attention to this Murphy bed made out of a PIANO. Guys, I won't lie, this hurts me. Background info: I grew up the daughter of a piano tuner/repair man. My father is a member of a dying breed of artisans, no lie. We always had a few pianos in the house as he worked on varying stages of their rebuilding, and I spent countless hours in the summer (or after school) helping my dad rebuild the actions. (When you hit a key, a series of levers and hammers activate to hit the string. I had the glorious job of using an ancient steam iron and nasty old rag that held decades of old glue within its fibers to loosen the glue that held the felt that cushioned the hammers that sat in the butt that housed the dampers that lived in the house that Jack built.)
My sister, Dampersnspoons (hey, there's where the name is from! *g*) actually helps himtuneDO EVERYTHING ELSE with pianos as well. I'm getting off track, but I want to say yes, the idea is cool, but I think, OH, THAT GLORIOUS UPRIGHT! It could have been in my home, and the wood is so beautiful! Sigh. I realize I'm mostly alone on this one. *solo C note, drop an octave, back up and tighten* <-- for my sister.
LASTLY! Holy sheep dung, I made a "faux mashed potato" last night that I was sure no one would like, but I had to try. And guess what? It was CRAZY DELICIOUS. Also, my son didn't realize it wasn't potatoes. The secret? Actual human brains. Just kidding, it was cauliflower.
Knew it. Butter always gets ya.
Faux Mershed Purterders
1 head of cauliflower (albino broccoli), cored, and chopped up into florets. (It's gonna be pureed, so don't feel like you have to be crazy here)
1/2 C non-fat sour cream (I used greek yogurt.)
scant tsp of Kosher salt (or 3/4 tsp regular)
few grinds of black pepper
1/4 C Parmesans or Pecorno-Romano (I used the latter.)
2 TBSP butter, melted and browned if you have the patience.
Cover the cauliflower in water in a pan, cook until tender, about 7 minutes for me. Drain, put in food processor (or blender if that's what you have.) Add in the sour cream (or yogurt) salt and pepper, pulse. Add the cheese and butter and process until creamy. Mine still had a few wee chunks, but I like a little tooth to my food. And teeth in my food. Just me?
Adjust seasonings to taste, and maybe go crazy nuts with some chives or green onion or summat. This made 5 helpings. But I totally would have eaten half of this myself.
I have to go to Sam's and buy apocalypse portions of toilet paper today. Why? Because I'm an American, that's why. (Lol, I have space and a teen boy with friends that evidently eat a lot of cheese. Gross.) <-- I never said I was classy. It was SASSY. They rhyme, I get why you'd be confused.
But none of you would do that, right? :) And if you think it's ever okay to do so, this is where you go ahead and take me off your flist and we just call it a day, fair and square.
Having said that, I would like to direct your attention to this Murphy bed made out of a PIANO. Guys, I won't lie, this hurts me. Background info: I grew up the daughter of a piano tuner/repair man. My father is a member of a dying breed of artisans, no lie. We always had a few pianos in the house as he worked on varying stages of their rebuilding, and I spent countless hours in the summer (or after school) helping my dad rebuild the actions. (When you hit a key, a series of levers and hammers activate to hit the string. I had the glorious job of using an ancient steam iron and nasty old rag that held decades of old glue within its fibers to loosen the glue that held the felt that cushioned the hammers that sat in the butt that housed the dampers that lived in the house that Jack built.)
My sister, Dampersnspoons (hey, there's where the name is from! *g*) actually helps him
LASTLY! Holy sheep dung, I made a "faux mashed potato" last night that I was sure no one would like, but I had to try. And guess what? It was CRAZY DELICIOUS. Also, my son didn't realize it wasn't potatoes. The secret? Actual human brains. Just kidding, it was cauliflower.
Knew it. Butter always gets ya.
Faux Mershed Purterders
1 head of cauliflower (albino broccoli), cored, and chopped up into florets. (It's gonna be pureed, so don't feel like you have to be crazy here)
1/2 C non-fat sour cream (I used greek yogurt.)
scant tsp of Kosher salt (or 3/4 tsp regular)
few grinds of black pepper
1/4 C Parmesans or Pecorno-Romano (I used the latter.)
2 TBSP butter, melted and browned if you have the patience.
Cover the cauliflower in water in a pan, cook until tender, about 7 minutes for me. Drain, put in food processor (or blender if that's what you have.) Add in the sour cream (or yogurt) salt and pepper, pulse. Add the cheese and butter and process until creamy. Mine still had a few wee chunks, but I like a little tooth to my food. And teeth in my food. Just me?
Adjust seasonings to taste, and maybe go crazy nuts with some chives or green onion or summat. This made 5 helpings. But I totally would have eaten half of this myself.
I have to go to Sam's and buy apocalypse portions of toilet paper today. Why? Because I'm an American, that's why. (Lol, I have space and a teen boy with friends that evidently eat a lot of cheese. Gross.) <-- I never said I was classy. It was SASSY. They rhyme, I get why you'd be confused.
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:31 pm (UTC)I have made and nommed the faux mashed potatoes plenty of times. Old Weight Watchers secret.
*g*
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:34 pm (UTC)I wish none of us had to state that, but yeah, it seems like it's worth saying right now that friends-locked entries stay private.
Oh my god, that recipe sounds delicious! I adore cauliflower, and have gradually won Mr Nous over to having it on occasion though not as often as I would like probably (I could seriously nom roasted cauliflower as a snack all the time). I'm going to try this dish as soon as I can get my car back on the road with this crazy snow! Oh! I bet it would be fantastic as a side-dish for fish. *ponders*
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:57 pm (UTC)I know nothing of Weight Watchers beyond that it exists and I've had friends that have used their program, so it was new to me!
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:59 pm (UTC)I think we all have to go through this every, what, two years? ATTN PEOPLE: if you're new to the internet game, there's your head's up to how it works. Good lord.
MMMMMMMMM IT IS SO GOOD, J. My kids wolfed it down, what does that tell you? I mean, true, my kids love parsnips and other healthy foods, but you get my point! Oh, you know what else is delish with roasted cauliflower is browned butter on that! Mmmm, butter. (The nice thing is that it only takes one or two pats for a whole head, so that's healthy, right?)
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:00 pm (UTC)WW has a few truly tasty, clever recipes such as this but for the most part it's just making you track what you eat so you're aware of what you put in your body.
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:01 pm (UTC)Hey, so with browning, does that bring out more flavor of the butter, or what's the reasoning behind that? I think the only time I browned butter in the past was waaayyyy in the past when I browned it to make some kind of chicken dish, and I just can't remember what it does (probably something nummy, though!).
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:03 pm (UTC)Oh, it really, really does. It makes the butter stand out, with some nuttiness to it. It just enhances things all around. (I brown my butter for my pecan pie, for example. That makes the filling more caramel-y, to boot!)
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:05 pm (UTC)Just to clarify: I would never DREAM of reposting something you said under friendslock in a wider forum. But suppose you say something awesome and incisive, and I turn to my roommate, who barely bothers with LJ although she has one, and say "Hey, remember Stoney who wrote the awesome gay Mormon missionaries story we both loved? She just said something amazing," and repeat the amazing bit. Is that cool?
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:06 pm (UTC)PLEASE! Get over yourself.
Also? If they want to see bad fic slammed appropriately they should read your bad fic mockeries. Which is FUNNY as hell.
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:08 pm (UTC)lol.
Date: 2011-01-13 04:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:09 pm (UTC)Re: lol.
Date: 2011-01-13 04:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:10 pm (UTC)I have on my User Info page that if I make a public post, it's in the public domain to be linked, referred to, etc. Locked posts are a horse of a different color. That answer things? :)
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:10 pm (UTC)And no, that was super great of you, because it drummed up all sorts of new business.
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:16 pm (UTC)Again I say, LOL.
Date: 2011-01-13 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 04:17 pm (UTC)Re: Again I say, LOL.
Date: 2011-01-13 04:18 pm (UTC)It's the caffeine overload I'm high as a freaking kite with the jitters.
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:23 pm (UTC)Oh, and BTW, I was the one who squealed to Quentin Tarantino about mean stuff you'd said about him under flock and got you fired from his latest movie. I'M JUST SAYING.
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:46 pm (UTC)DAMN IT, LYNNE. I had been working on immersion therapy to deal with his foot fetish for MONTHS and now that's all wasted!
(Did you see your email about April? Also February, YAY!)