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Jul. 2nd, 2008 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageToday I was flipping through my cookbooks for eggplant recipes, and discovered I had everything for eggplant curry except coconut milk. Even though I was pretty sure it was key, I decided to make the recipe anyway instead of walking the three blocks or so to the grocery store. Figured my roommates probably had regular milk I could borrow.
False! I ended up using whipped cream and flour as a pseudo-substitute. It didn't taste too funky, but I don't know if people other than me would want to eat it if I told them there was whipped cream and brown sugar cooked in with the garlic and cumin and stuff in the curry. The funky part was that eggplant was taking forever to grow tender, and that I probably didn't need the juice of an entire lime and its zest. I didn't want to measure that shit. So it was very limey, and I am well-protected from the scourge of scurvy.
I fired the burner back up (on a still full large frying pan, oh god) after I had eaten some to try to soften up the eggplant more (even though it had been in the pan forever), and it reduced my strange whipped cream and spices sauce. It has reached a state, especially post-refrigeration, less like curry and more like curry-coated vegetables and tofu. And is very limey, as I previously stated, but still pretty good.
Apparently the eggplant I bought is gigantic, so tomorrow I'll have to make eggplant parmesan out of the half of it I have left. Not that I don't still have a lot of curry left, but I want to convert it to cooked foods before it goes bad.
I want to dance again! Tomorrow is the day. I missed all classes for two weeks due to complications and travel. Today I had "Hit the Road, Jack" in my head for some reason walking outside, and I imagined a tap dance and started to move my arms around when I realized I was walking outside and should stop. Travel choreographing is more frowned upon/tittered at when mode of transport is not an enclosed passenger vehicle in which you are the sole passenger. So then my carriage became really awkward and forced, partly because I was just looking like a fool, partly because I passed a tiny hunchbacked nerd man. I carry weight in my elbows, which makes my wrists sometimes draw up like T-Rex arms. Like my old history teacher's arms. Especially on the side where I carry bags. I pop my shoulders around in their sockets a lot. My shoulderblades stick out and my neck is long. I hope people couldn't tell how hard I was trying to look unremarkable again...
Oh yeah, I am in a class and my lab is due Wednesday and I do lots of unexciting work too. Sometimes I go back to sleep in the morning and wake up twenty minutes before I need to leave, so I pack microwave noodles and don't shower, and then I feel greasy when I talk to my advisor in Wean elevators and grin after passing my old Physics I prof next to Hamburg on the return leg of the errand run that on the first part thereof, I was apparently carrying over $12,000 cash. Just chilling in three manila envelopes. I should draw now.
False! I ended up using whipped cream and flour as a pseudo-substitute. It didn't taste too funky, but I don't know if people other than me would want to eat it if I told them there was whipped cream and brown sugar cooked in with the garlic and cumin and stuff in the curry. The funky part was that eggplant was taking forever to grow tender, and that I probably didn't need the juice of an entire lime and its zest. I didn't want to measure that shit. So it was very limey, and I am well-protected from the scourge of scurvy.
I fired the burner back up (on a still full large frying pan, oh god) after I had eaten some to try to soften up the eggplant more (even though it had been in the pan forever), and it reduced my strange whipped cream and spices sauce. It has reached a state, especially post-refrigeration, less like curry and more like curry-coated vegetables and tofu. And is very limey, as I previously stated, but still pretty good.
Apparently the eggplant I bought is gigantic, so tomorrow I'll have to make eggplant parmesan out of the half of it I have left. Not that I don't still have a lot of curry left, but I want to convert it to cooked foods before it goes bad.
I want to dance again! Tomorrow is the day. I missed all classes for two weeks due to complications and travel. Today I had "Hit the Road, Jack" in my head for some reason walking outside, and I imagined a tap dance and started to move my arms around when I realized I was walking outside and should stop. Travel choreographing is more frowned upon/tittered at when mode of transport is not an enclosed passenger vehicle in which you are the sole passenger. So then my carriage became really awkward and forced, partly because I was just looking like a fool, partly because I passed a tiny hunchbacked nerd man. I carry weight in my elbows, which makes my wrists sometimes draw up like T-Rex arms. Like my old history teacher's arms. Especially on the side where I carry bags. I pop my shoulders around in their sockets a lot. My shoulderblades stick out and my neck is long. I hope people couldn't tell how hard I was trying to look unremarkable again...
Oh yeah, I am in a class and my lab is due Wednesday and I do lots of unexciting work too. Sometimes I go back to sleep in the morning and wake up twenty minutes before I need to leave, so I pack microwave noodles and don't shower, and then I feel greasy when I talk to my advisor in Wean elevators and grin after passing my old Physics I prof next to Hamburg on the return leg of the errand run that on the first part thereof, I was apparently carrying over $12,000 cash. Just chilling in three manila envelopes. I should draw now.
