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Why WOULDN'T I Name My Bike Sleipnir?
Jun. 19th, 2012 09:28 pmThree Things (The Seriously, Only Tuesday? Edition):
1. Pretty sure I passed some kind of ridiculous foodie threshold today, by making my own mustard. I didn't even use a food processor - my mini-chopper didn't do anything to the mustard seeds, so I MacGyvered a rig with a rice bowl and the handle of a bread knife instead (I really need to suck it up and buy a mortar and pestle. It would save me from crushing peppercorns with a frying pan, too).
Setting aside the potential maiming, though, it really was about convenience more than anything! I've already had to make an extra trip to the store this week after an entire bag of carrots mysteriously vanished out of my fridge, and whole-grain mustard is expensive, and for reasons I no longer remember I had a bag of mustard seeds in my pantry...it seemed a lot less trouble making mustard from scratch in my kitchen than biking to the Sunflower Market after work, especially since it is approximately ten million degrees here. I'm just not sure that's the thought process going through everyone's head when they consider the state of their mustard shelf.
Anyway, the pork in whole-grain mustard yogurt sauce was delicious, although my forays into whole-wheat pasta continue to be sorely disappointing. I may have to give up entirely and go back to normal, vaguely unhealthy, actually tasty pasta. Alas.
2. Obsessively watching the Euros, of course. Luckily, I work in an office full of a surprising number of football fans, so not only is my manager sympathetic to me keeping the live feed open on my computer while I'm working, but he and Manager S have taken charge of the TVs in the newsroom so the matches are always on (with the sound off, but still). The break room has been staked out as neutral ground, although we'll see how long that lasts, between my Spain fangirling, Manager J's diehard German loyalty, and Manager S's inexplicable support of Italy. I always hate the moment where I have to stop wanting my German bbs to play well so my Spanish bbs can go through, but it's going to be even harder now that I am surrounded by so many German fans (and Spain haters). At least the whole office can unite in our loathing of Cristiano Ronaldo.
3. My week in summation: Cannot stop singing Les Mis songs in the shower (and I am plotting out an epic Javert-centric crossover crackfic I will post about in more detail later). In my RPG group, my character is currently sneaking into a secret military base while invisible, tied with rope to a drug-addicted psychic and a pansexual starship pilot, and carrying a bag of sentient democratic-socialist cockroaches. I have named my bicycle Sleipnir and I feel that I was one of the better life choices I have made. I think that tells you everything about my life you really need to know. And my week, as well.
1. Pretty sure I passed some kind of ridiculous foodie threshold today, by making my own mustard. I didn't even use a food processor - my mini-chopper didn't do anything to the mustard seeds, so I MacGyvered a rig with a rice bowl and the handle of a bread knife instead (I really need to suck it up and buy a mortar and pestle. It would save me from crushing peppercorns with a frying pan, too).
Setting aside the potential maiming, though, it really was about convenience more than anything! I've already had to make an extra trip to the store this week after an entire bag of carrots mysteriously vanished out of my fridge, and whole-grain mustard is expensive, and for reasons I no longer remember I had a bag of mustard seeds in my pantry...it seemed a lot less trouble making mustard from scratch in my kitchen than biking to the Sunflower Market after work, especially since it is approximately ten million degrees here. I'm just not sure that's the thought process going through everyone's head when they consider the state of their mustard shelf.
Anyway, the pork in whole-grain mustard yogurt sauce was delicious, although my forays into whole-wheat pasta continue to be sorely disappointing. I may have to give up entirely and go back to normal, vaguely unhealthy, actually tasty pasta. Alas.
2. Obsessively watching the Euros, of course. Luckily, I work in an office full of a surprising number of football fans, so not only is my manager sympathetic to me keeping the live feed open on my computer while I'm working, but he and Manager S have taken charge of the TVs in the newsroom so the matches are always on (with the sound off, but still). The break room has been staked out as neutral ground, although we'll see how long that lasts, between my Spain fangirling, Manager J's diehard German loyalty, and Manager S's inexplicable support of Italy. I always hate the moment where I have to stop wanting my German bbs to play well so my Spanish bbs can go through, but it's going to be even harder now that I am surrounded by so many German fans (and Spain haters). At least the whole office can unite in our loathing of Cristiano Ronaldo.
3. My week in summation: Cannot stop singing Les Mis songs in the shower (and I am plotting out an epic Javert-centric crossover crackfic I will post about in more detail later). In my RPG group, my character is currently sneaking into a secret military base while invisible, tied with rope to a drug-addicted psychic and a pansexual starship pilot, and carrying a bag of sentient democratic-socialist cockroaches. I have named my bicycle Sleipnir and I feel that I was one of the better life choices I have made. I think that tells you everything about my life you really need to know. And my week, as well.