I experiment in the kitchen all the time. If I had a show on the Food Network, it'd be called Kitchen Improv. Because I'm funny, dammit! :) Anyways, this creation happened last night. And shit was fantastic.
Eggs
Ham
Cheese
S&P
Muffin Tin
Cooking Spray
Heat oven to 400. Spray the muffin tin. Squish the ham in there. Crack the egg in there. Scramble it if you want. S&P that bitch. Throw some cheese on there. Bake for like 15 minutes. I think I meant to bake for less time so I could have squishy yolks, but again. This was a drunken kitchen experiment. Not a properly thought out and fully rational kitchen experiment.
But there ya go. Pop them out with a spoon and enjoy a midnight snack that doesn't cost you a thousand calories and $20 for the pizza dude. :)
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
PCS to Japan!
29 Days, people. That's how long I have before I say Sayonara, America! In 5 days, the movers arrive to pack us up and in 13 days, we're moving into a hotel. I think my ulcer has an ulcer. I'm surrounded by piles of shit that's quasi organized into sections of "HHG", "UB", "NTS", "SELL", "DONATE", and "I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH THIS OR EVEN WHY I BOUGHT IT". So yeah, there's a lot of piles. I'm not the neatest freak in the world, but this clutter is making me twitch. Trying to make hard calls about what to go into storage b/c the housing in Japan is WAY smaller than America. I mean duh. They are a tiny people. And I'm half Korean. I'm pretty sure the Japanese raped and pillaged the shit outta my ancestors. But I digress. My house here is like 1900 sqft, give or take. The biggest possible place we will get in Japan will be 1600 sqft, and we'll probably get stuck in a 1400 sqft. So I need to remove between 300-500 sqft of shit. That's a lot of shit. And I have no idea what to get rid of. I want to move and I'm SO very excited, but dammit, it's all the stuff to do before the move that's driving me batty!
Friday, February 1, 2013
Bella - Age 5
Bella - Age 5
1. What is your favorite color? PINK
2. What is your favorite toy? BUN BUN
3. What is your favorite fruit? APPLES
4. What is your favorite tv show? HELLO KITTY
5. What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? RICE
6. What is your favorite outfit? DADDY'S FROG SHIRT FROM KEESLER
7. What is your favorite game? BAD PIGGIES
8. What is your favorite snack? GUMMIES
9. What is your favorite animal? BUNNIES
10. What is your favorite song? THE MONKEY SONG
11. What is your favorite book? THE FROG BOOK
12. Who is your best friend? KAYLEIGH
13. What is your favorite cereal? FIBER ONE
14. What is your favorite thing to do outside? RIDE MY BIKE
15. What is your favorite drink? SPRITE
16. What is your favorite holiday? CHRISTMAS
17. What do you like to take to bed with you at night? BUN BUN, CHA CHA, SNOWFLAKE
18. What is your favorite thing to eat for dinner? BRATWURST
19. What is your favorite thing to do? PLAY OUTSIDE
20. What do you want to be when you grow up? BE LIKE MOMMY
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Things I learned while on my roadtrip
Here's what I learned on my road trip.
First and most importantly, REMEMBER WHERE THE GEAR SHIFT IS. Yes, that totally deserved all caps. Because I about broke the dame wiper lever off every time I went to put the damn car into Drive but instead, I just wound up turning the wipers on high and jumping in surprise and basically giving everyone around me a big laugh.
Also, bring more cd's. For some reason, there's long stretches of North Carolina where the only crappy radio stations that will come in clearly are 70's disco music, Guns and Roses (seriously, the station played 3 GnR songs in a row to the point where Bella was crinkling her nose and saying, "What are we listening to??") or the God channel. Oh, or there was a 4th choice. Talk radio. Altho, I'd rather listen to Kidz Bop for the 20th time rather than listen to talk radio. If I wanted to hear people talk, I'd call someone on the phone. If I'm in the car, I want music.
Always find a posse. For me, it was a Charger and some kind of luxury SUV. The three of us drove all through North Carolina for 2 hours hopping around each other, each taking turns being the rabbit and getting to roll thru the entire state at 80-85mph the whole way. Oh hell yeah!
But the flip side of that, if your spidey sense is tingling, listen to it. Don't try to pass a car that just mysteriously slowed down b/c odds are, he spotted the state cop... Got stalked for a couple miles, lost a few years off my life, but then the cop just flashed his lights in my general direction and popped a U-y to go look for speeders on the other side of the highway. I'm pretty sure I got a nonverbal warning from a cop.
If you're a lonely hitchhiker, don't hitchhike mere minutes away from a correctional facility. No one will pick you up. Ever.
First and most importantly, REMEMBER WHERE THE GEAR SHIFT IS. Yes, that totally deserved all caps. Because I about broke the dame wiper lever off every time I went to put the damn car into Drive but instead, I just wound up turning the wipers on high and jumping in surprise and basically giving everyone around me a big laugh.
Also, bring more cd's. For some reason, there's long stretches of North Carolina where the only crappy radio stations that will come in clearly are 70's disco music, Guns and Roses (seriously, the station played 3 GnR songs in a row to the point where Bella was crinkling her nose and saying, "What are we listening to??") or the God channel. Oh, or there was a 4th choice. Talk radio. Altho, I'd rather listen to Kidz Bop for the 20th time rather than listen to talk radio. If I wanted to hear people talk, I'd call someone on the phone. If I'm in the car, I want music.
Always find a posse. For me, it was a Charger and some kind of luxury SUV. The three of us drove all through North Carolina for 2 hours hopping around each other, each taking turns being the rabbit and getting to roll thru the entire state at 80-85mph the whole way. Oh hell yeah!
But the flip side of that, if your spidey sense is tingling, listen to it. Don't try to pass a car that just mysteriously slowed down b/c odds are, he spotted the state cop... Got stalked for a couple miles, lost a few years off my life, but then the cop just flashed his lights in my general direction and popped a U-y to go look for speeders on the other side of the highway. I'm pretty sure I got a nonverbal warning from a cop.
If you're a lonely hitchhiker, don't hitchhike mere minutes away from a correctional facility. No one will pick you up. Ever.
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