We have a grill!!! It's a Coleman (Small Spaces) barbecue, so obviously, his name is Coleman. I feel complete.
I've been grilling since the minute it was built. I mean that literally. The second we tightened the last bolt and attached the propane, I threw on a couple of chorizo sausages and dirtied the whole thing up. It was glorious.
Okay... well... I actually couldn't get the thing started for five minutes because I put the battery for the starter in backwards. I know! I know! There's a picture showing which way it goes in but I just think that I know better.
Ohhhhhhh my. This is just not fair. Be prepared to drool.
I recently signed up for Taste & Create, which is a website that brings food bloggers together. They partner one food blog to try a recipe from another and post it. I won't tell you that I was tickled to try this out (but I was). I'm such a dork in this way.
I was partnered with Mom's Sunday Cafe. I really enjoyed her writing style and short stories. Especially the one in Dad Ken's favorite Beans post. Which, I also made! It was delicious.
Confession: I am a movie dork. I have an issue with watching the same films over and over again. I mean, like 30-plus times. If all movies in the world were lost, I could reenact a good chunk of them from memory - scripts, shots, scores, effects, edits, etc. Sadly, none of these movies are of the world's great films.
If you looked at my iTunes movie list, you wouldn't think I majored in Film & Television at NYU Tisch - I have a very strange taste in movies. And, by strange, I mean that by just looking at this list, you wouldn't be able to tell if it belonged to a geeky guy, a love sick teenage girl, or an 8-year-old boy.
In the geeky guy version you would find Constantine, Angels & Demons, The Matrix, Iron Man, The Usual Suspects, Deja Vu, Men in Black, Ocean's Thirteen, King Arthur, Zodiac, 300, and I, Robot. I know, the only one I'm proud of is The Usual Suspects.
Dear Matthew,
Here is my non-baking post.
I hope you enjoy.
When I'm staying at my parents' place, my dad will occasionally decide he's hungry at 11:30 pm. He'll go to the fridge and pull out anything he can get his hands on, along with a carton of eggs.
Eggs are his thing and I've picked up on it from him. The more stuff you put into eggs, the better they get. He'll either make a huge omelet, that no matter how big it is, he'll attempt to flip (and always succeeds). Or, he'll make a bunch of sunny side up eggs with so much olive oil in the pan, they're basically deep fried.
