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Slightly famous

I had a date tonight to go to the art museum and see a photo of yours truly up on the wall. It was a project that started right when I moved into my new place. I’m certain I mentioned it. They posted times when a photographer would be shooting pictures of anyone who wanted to be a part of the exhibit. You just showed up, got your photo taken, and left. It’s a project to convey the diversity of people who visit our art museum (which is, quite frankly, world-renowned). I loved this idea as I love getting my photo taken. So I gussied myself up, went, and had a blast. The man had to of taken 50 shots of me. I made all sorts of faces and made certain to give him a lot of variety to choose from.

Tonight I got to see the result. My picture is perfect. It is unique (I am winking in it and it seems none of the other 700 patrons did that). It is so very me. I was flattered as the shot he picked was the very first shot he took. That is generally the sign of a good model.

While we were standing in the room, other people put 2 and 2 together, look at the photo, looked at me, pointed at the photo, pointed at me…and eventually would inquire as to whether or not I am the girl in on the wall. One group even took a picture with me, of course getting the photo of me on the wall into the shot as well. I got the phrase “You’re famous!” said to me a large handful of times. It was fun.

My man and I also wandered around some of the other rooms in the museum, making up lavish stories about the characters in the paintings. The stories were so long and detailed, we didn’t get through many of them before being informed that the museum was closing. What fun! We will absolutely be back very, very soon!

Breakfast:

Long days call for boring cereal!

Lunch:

My apple here was somewhat disappointing, actually. It is VERY tart and no good for eating plain. It is a baking apple. I did not know this because I just grabbed a $1 clearance grab bag at the market and had no idea what sorts of apples were contained in it. I only ate about half of my apple.

Dinner:

I made dinner for the both of us. This was his serving.

Irish Stew with Veal, Carrots, Potato and Rutabaga

Adapted from: http://matzoandrice.wordpress.com/2009/03/17/532/

  • 1/2 pound thickly sliced bacon, diced
  • 1.5 pounds boneless lamb shoulder, cut into 2 inch pieces
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
  • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 large onion, chopped, divided
  • 1/4 cup water
  • 2 cups beef stock
  • 1 teaspoon white sugar
  • 2 cups diced carrots
  • 1 large onions, cut into bite-size pieces
  • 2 medium-sized potatoes, diced
  • 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme
  • 1 bay leaves
  • 1 cup Guinness Stout

DIRECTIONS

  1. Place bacon in a large, deep skillet. Cook over medium high heat until evenly brown. Drain, crumble, and set aside.
  2. Put lamb, salt, pepper, and flour in large mixing bowl. Toss to coat meat evenly. Brown meat in frying pan with bacon fat.
  3. Place meat into stock pot (leave 1/4  of fat in frying pan). Add the garlic and 1/2 yellow onion and saute till onion begins to become golden. Deglaze frying pan with 1/2 cup water and add the garlic-onion mixture to the stock pot with bacon pieces, beef stock, and sugar. Cover and simmer for 1 1/2 hours.
  4. Add carrots, onions, potatoes, thyme, bay leaves,  onion, and beer to pot. Reduce heat, and simmer covered for 20 minutes until vegetables are tender.

*I wanted to use my crock pot, which was the whole point of making a stew. So I had to adapt this a little to use it. All I really did differently was cooked my bacon, crumbled it into the bottom of my crock pot, quickly seared the meat (not to cook it, just to brown it) and threw it into the pot along with all of the other ingredients. I added rutabaga. I also realized too late that the meat I bought was not lamb, as I wanted and as the recipe called for, but veal. They were in the same spot on the rack at the market and I didn’t read the label closely enough. Dammit. Veal did not have nearly the amount of flavour I was hoping for. So while I was good, MORE than edible, next time I would really like to use lamb.

Exercise: 7 mile walk (it was a loooooong day)

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Project “Ignore” continues!

I didn’t speak to #1 all day again. You know…too busy and all. Just REALLY really busy…

I got my kitchen table today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love it so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The guys at the furniture store who helped me load it were INCREDIBLY impressed that I can back up a car. I swooped right back to the loading dock and jumped out of my car and they said “DAMN! Normally we’re standing here waiting forever while the customer takes their sweet time trying to figure out how to back up a car…” I felt…competent.

I get my table then head to another store to buy some gold paint.

When I get home I unbox the pieces and get to painting!

It’s oil based paint. So it’s taking forever and a half to try. Grrr….it looks beautiful though! I mean, I didn’t do very good, but it’s got that “rustic” look, so it’s just what I wanted.

I go on a walk to wait for the pieces to dry. It was my intent to buy supplies. I got as far as my work to refill my water and as I was talking with my 3rd favorite person there, I see PFH#3 over his shoulder purchasing something in the cafe. I get so many butterflies, I have to go…I also realize I forgot to grab a coupon I needed for what I wanted to buy. Shit…I guess I’ll just walk back home.

On my walk back G passes me and waves and whatnot. This makes my day wonderful.

I go to grab the table legs and the pieces are STILL not completely dry. But I can’t wait any longer. I put the thing together (carefully I might add, you try putting together a table without touching the legs really hehe) and stand it up beautifully on my own. I love it so much. It completes my kitchen and is so gorgeous.

I make dinner, but since the legs are still wet on my table, I don’t get to cook on it or eat on it tonight.

Breakfast:

BEST COBBLER IN THE WORLD!!!!

Adapted slightly from: http://www.kitchenlane.com/2012/06/very-berry-fruit-streusel-cobbler-and.html

Generous 3/4 cup granulated sugar
2 tablespoons cornstarch
3 cup red raspberries
1 cup black raspberries or blackberries
1 cup dark sweet or sour pitted cherries
2 1/2 cups pitted and chopped red or black plum, or apricots, or peeled, pitted and chopped peaches (or a combination)
2 to 4 teaspoons lemon juice
Dough
1 2/3 cups unbleached all-purpose white flour
1/3 cup packed light brown sugar
1/3 cup granulated sugar
3/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
7 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
1 large egg, lightly beaten
Ice cream or whipped cream for serving

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Lightly coat a 9-inch by 13-inch flat baking dish with nonstick spray. For filling: Thoroughly stir together granulated sugar and cornstarch in a large bowl. Gently stir in the berries, fruit and lemon juice until well blended. Spread mixture evenly in baking dish.

For dough: Thoroughly stir together the flour, brown and granulated sugar, baking powder, and salt in a medium bowl. Add the melted butter, stirring until incorporated. Add the egg, stirring with a fork until mixture is blended and clumped. Sprinkle the clumps of dough mixture evenly over fruit.

Bake in middle third of oven for 35 to 45 minutes, or until well browned and bubbly. Test the center with a tooth pick; the particles should look dry and crumbly, not wet or gummy. Transfer to wire rack and let cool to barely warm or cooled before serving. Serve with ice cream or whipped cream.

Makes about 10 servings.

*I used cherries, strawberries and blueberries. And my friend, this was the VERY BEST cobbler I’ve ever made. It was so crazy ridiculous that I ate the entire thing. I didn’t even care. Hehe. DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lunch:

Just a PB&J, it was boring so I didn’t take a picture. I like to show you guys exciting food.

Dinner:

Chicken, Rutabaga and Mushrooms in Banana Coconut Sauce

Dear god I’m in love with rutabaga.

I knew it would go well even with this sweet dish since it is a root vegetable and inherently sweet. I reference this recipe that I’ve used before. It was delicious! I know you think it sounds gross. But really, it was SO good. I am a bit weird with food though, nothing is gross to me.

 

When I got online later this night, PFH#1 tried messaging me again. I sort of figured I didn’t want to burn any bridges QUITE yet, so I answered him. Jesus H did THIS open a fucking floodgate. All of a sudden he wants to talk to me. I couldn’t get the guy to shut the hell up. It’s great how ignoring someone really brings out the crazy in them. It was nice to feel appreciated.

He tries telling me yet again that he wants to see me. I tell him pretty bluntly that he’s full of shit. I say “You say that, but your follow-through is crap.” He claims work keeps him from seeing me. I said “Oh no, that’s ok…I’ve got another man willing to make time for me and take me to do all the things that you promise but never do. I’m CERTAIN he doesn’t mind filling in for you.” I do in fact name names. I want him to know who it is that is taking his place. I’m not interested in games. He needs to know that he is losing me and exactly who he is losing me to. He seems upset by this. He tells me he will make it happen. I say “I’m waiting.”

Not for long I’m not.

Movie date and work all night tomorrow with PFH#3. I’m so excited I could just scream.

I will also let him know that the invitation is there to stay any time he’d like. He will not take me up on it. He would feel like he is taking advantage of me. This is OK. It’s not about sex. It’s simply about the invitation and getting those gears turning. Getting him thinking.

Exercise: 4 mile walk