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via my roommate from college… imissyousomuchithurtssometimes.
Going out of order, but this is what I made tonight. Seasoned rack of lamb with a fig sauce and yams.
Cory’s bachelor party in Tahoe (August 2009). For the rest of the pictures go check it out on Facebook!
I have giant panda hands, and that makes this the biggest fucking spider I have ever seen. By the way, I caught this one on our kitchen floor.
Hot and sour almost soup. Not very hot, not very sour. Need to put in rice vinegar and white pepper! MWAAAAAA!
Add some shit-ache mushrooms.
Tadaa. Mushroom hot and sour soup!
I’m going through my camera again today. Gotta clean out some of this stuff (food pictures) so I can put more stuff on it(food pictures).
Beer Brat tacos
I was going o make an egg scramble with the sausage and wrap it up in a wheat tortilla, but mid cooking I found out I had no more eggs, so I had to improvise. Beer brat, green onions, mango salsa, guac, sour cream, heirloom tomatoes, lime juice, and good ole hot sauce on a corn tortilla. Totally not what I was planning to cook, but I think it turned out alright.
I literally ran around the kitchen to find any ingredients that would make a meal before I burned the crap out of the sausage. If this doesn’t make me the king of bullshit, I don’t know what will.
Does anyone know at what age you are able to make your first memory? I’m having a friendly debate with a certain someone, and I claim that I recall something near birth.
I distinctly remember having a plastic belly button device tied on when I was born and playing with it a lot. After a while I was twisting it around so much, that it basically fell off in my hands.
Now I know it doesn’t seem possible, but that is somehow my first memory, and I was only a few weeks old. The only other possibility is that I am recalling this incorrectly, and it was in fact my sister’s belly button that I was playing with when I was 4 years old; that would definitely explain why she is afraid of me all the time.
So to get some knowledge, I’m asking you all to answer this question:
What is your earliest memory and how old were you at that time?
Go ahead and leave your comments. In the meantime I will be fiddling with my belly button.
Hey everyone, I’ve got some cool photos to share with you alll, but I can’t find a place with decent internet. As soon as I do, you can expect to see some of England, the North of Spain, and my new beautiful xxxx…you’ll see.
Stay tuned.
Gulas con gambas
We had this in Santander today for lunch when all the other shops were closed for the afternoon siesta. Looks like noodles right? Guess again. Gulas are actually
baby eel. We didn’t find out until after we ate it…oh well. Didn’t taste like pasta…I kept wanting to believe that it was.
“Tasted more like squishy shredded squid pretending to be pasta.” - a bitter co-traveler.
If we weren’t so grossed out by all the seafood we didn’t realize we were ordering (gotta brush up on the Espanol), it might have been good. Good thing we got hotel internet for the day to look it up after we ran home.
The gelato afterwards was good though.
Exhaust trail that I liked and took a picture of. I liked the lighting from the house on the left and the sky at twilight (the time of day, not the movie).
