Winy update
Aug. 16th, 2006 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yrmencynHmm. I seem to be working on my third glass of wine, in a rather more-than-standard pour. Thus we get some stream of consciousness, interrupted with bursts of Project Runway commentary. I shall put the rest of the entry under a cut, just in case you don't want to get spoiled (assuming I actually give any spoilers). If you haven't seen the ep and don't want to be spoiled, well... you miss out. Or you get spoiled. Pick.
Let's start out with Kayne's dress. Jesus. It's like the 50s barfed on that dress, but with a heinous 80s color palette. We'll see how he does. Oh Kayne, I like you too much for you to get cut. Luckily for you, Vincent is a crack addict.
And now let us speak of the wine. Twin Fin Pinot Grigio. Saw it over at The Paupered Chef, where it received a middling review. Since I'm a wine philistine and proud of it, I'm doing fine with it, and at $7.59 plus tax, you can't complain. [Zaftig, Tim? Zaftig? None of those models are zaftig.] Anyway, there was this odd moment where I was at the checkout line, with my ID at the ready, and the checkout lady (late 30s/early 40s) says "Oh, he knows he looks 17. *smiles* *looks at the ID* Oh, you haven't been 17 for a while!" Ya think? Jesus, lady, I know I'm a little young-looking sometimes, but you can't just recklessly subtract 7 years of my life! I know for a fact I don't look 17.
Oh, that reminds me. So a few days ago at work, Mandi and Angel were talking about a conversation Mandi and Sharon had had earlier in the week, wherein Sharon insisted that I really liked Mandi [that way]. Mandi was pretty much saying "what the hell," and Angel started pulling the same stuff, joking that maybe I really did like her and was just hiding it. Note that I'm in the room filing the whole time. So eventually, in an effort to just shut them the hell up, I lean out of the file racks and say "Hey Angel -- I like guys." Best surprised and slightly embarrassed reaction ever. Of course, then there was drama as Antoinette is now apparently upset that they "made that boy admit that." Hahaha. Oh, Antoinette. Nobody made anybody do anything. I may be only 17 (ha. see above.), but by this point I've learned the gross points of information management.
That's right, Kayne. Fuck a lot of Laura. We hates her. Die, Breastbone, die!
Regarding tonight's dinner. Oh, Mike. Don't use eye of sirloin cutlets, sliced down to half-thickness, for carne asada. I know, I know, they were SO CHEAP. And they were low in fat, like a skirt steak. And did I mention they were SO CHEAP? But, yeah. They won't brown rightly, so you'll end up with well-done in your attempt to provoke a Malliard reaction (sadness, medium to medium-rare is best for carne asada), and then even after you cut them the texture won't be right, and the taste will be way too... well, Waspy. Like you've got a cutlet in your tortilla (well... you do). You won't something tougher. You know from experience that a sirloin steak can work at a pinch, but you pretty much need to stick with that if you can't come up with skirt or flank steak. Still, the guac sauce wasn't bad, and you can't go wrong with sour cream.
Why do I crave pancakes?! I swear to God, I don't need to go and make pancakes at 10pm, that's ridiculous. Although I could freeze most of the batch, hmm...
And we're done. No real spoilers! Ha!
Let's start out with Kayne's dress. Jesus. It's like the 50s barfed on that dress, but with a heinous 80s color palette. We'll see how he does. Oh Kayne, I like you too much for you to get cut. Luckily for you, Vincent is a crack addict.
And now let us speak of the wine. Twin Fin Pinot Grigio. Saw it over at The Paupered Chef, where it received a middling review. Since I'm a wine philistine and proud of it, I'm doing fine with it, and at $7.59 plus tax, you can't complain. [Zaftig, Tim? Zaftig? None of those models are zaftig.] Anyway, there was this odd moment where I was at the checkout line, with my ID at the ready, and the checkout lady (late 30s/early 40s) says "Oh, he knows he looks 17. *smiles* *looks at the ID* Oh, you haven't been 17 for a while!" Ya think? Jesus, lady, I know I'm a little young-looking sometimes, but you can't just recklessly subtract 7 years of my life! I know for a fact I don't look 17.
Oh, that reminds me. So a few days ago at work, Mandi and Angel were talking about a conversation Mandi and Sharon had had earlier in the week, wherein Sharon insisted that I really liked Mandi [that way]. Mandi was pretty much saying "what the hell," and Angel started pulling the same stuff, joking that maybe I really did like her and was just hiding it. Note that I'm in the room filing the whole time. So eventually, in an effort to just shut them the hell up, I lean out of the file racks and say "Hey Angel -- I like guys." Best surprised and slightly embarrassed reaction ever. Of course, then there was drama as Antoinette is now apparently upset that they "made that boy admit that." Hahaha. Oh, Antoinette. Nobody made anybody do anything. I may be only 17 (ha. see above.), but by this point I've learned the gross points of information management.
That's right, Kayne. Fuck a lot of Laura. We hates her. Die, Breastbone, die!
Regarding tonight's dinner. Oh, Mike. Don't use eye of sirloin cutlets, sliced down to half-thickness, for carne asada. I know, I know, they were SO CHEAP. And they were low in fat, like a skirt steak. And did I mention they were SO CHEAP? But, yeah. They won't brown rightly, so you'll end up with well-done in your attempt to provoke a Malliard reaction (sadness, medium to medium-rare is best for carne asada), and then even after you cut them the texture won't be right, and the taste will be way too... well, Waspy. Like you've got a cutlet in your tortilla (well... you do). You won't something tougher. You know from experience that a sirloin steak can work at a pinch, but you pretty much need to stick with that if you can't come up with skirt or flank steak. Still, the guac sauce wasn't bad, and you can't go wrong with sour cream.
Why do I crave pancakes?! I swear to God, I don't need to go and make pancakes at 10pm, that's ridiculous. Although I could freeze most of the batch, hmm...
And we're done. No real spoilers! Ha!
