there are too many skirts under the table
hai.
soup i made the other day, very simple. next time you buy a rotisserie chicken after you rip apart everything from it (you animal) throw it in a big pot half filled to the top with water and boil the bones, skin, fat even little chicken bits then let it simmer while you tie one on, watch a movie just make sure you don’t burn the house down ie. don’t go out. then you let it cool (remove from heat) for a few, pour it through a strainer into another big pot (unless you enjoy choking on bones) then pour that pot into tupperware containers, let them cool before storing in the freezer (so your fridge doesn’t go into overdrive cos you put something blazing hot in the freezer i can’t believe i have to tell you this) and there you have delicious chicken stock for making soup, rice, anything you need to boil that would be nicely jazzed up with some flavour. unless you are one of those sensitive vegetarians, in that case you can just eat leaves.
in this one i threw in two handfuls of vermicelli noodles (normally i put them in at the end cos they’re so thin and take seconds to cook but i figured this time i’ll put them in along with the veggies so they can at least absorb some flavour) one yellow pepper, mushrooms, and a handful or mesclun greens, several pinches of kosher salt and a little cracked pepper. takes no time at all really.
ok that’s all for the boring for now.
what’s this?
team hong kong showed their face.
aw cid you never know what’s going on.
sass explained what all this meant, um, i forget. all nice things.
gah my weakness.
i would never have liked this as a kid, funny, what a turn around.
her mom bought that cos she liked it, aww.
finally i can be rid of the manly stuffy ugly pad i’ve been using.
i think i want that skirt in red next.
BAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA hey 80’s dad!
anxiously awaiting lost.
cid has made amends with the couch (right now he’s cruising right up against my left side and he is a fucking furnace like i get it you’re a cat, enough already) and matt.
not at all an awkward moment in time.
mail call what could it be…
NLX‘s new album has dropped and it is fantastic. (it’s been way too long since we’ve seen you dude!)
<3
i need a new bike toque. yesterday’s ride was nice and ear-achey, the wind just flies right through that thing.
right before i inhaled a stress pizza wrap (what are those things called?) and went to visit sharpie/samir’s new puppy, bodhi the boxer. she’s named after patrick swayze in point break. photos of that to come. adorablest thing ever.
yesterday’s outfit was definitely one for the hipster cliché books. whatever i’ve had that jersey since i was a kid and you were dressing like a frumpy potato. i bought it with my vacation monies from the patch at sauble beach.
we went to the pump (terrible mistake) last nite and shared the antipasto platter. no stars. the manager is fucking manic and a total hyper asshole i have no idea why he hasn’t been sorted out yet i bet if anyone ever said something he would throw a knife into a wall. completely ruins the already ruined atmosphere. we were going to go to kilgour’s for wings but a habs game was on so it was packed. anyway, pump guy, someone complained about a cheese stick or something and he brought it back to the guy’s face pointing at it and the guy just waves him away so the pump manager tosses it in his own mouth to prove a point all the while making menacing eye contact with me cos it was right beside us. he also told fil to watch his elbow as he was coming through. he took my ice away and i said no no don’t i need it, he snaps at me cutting me off saying super condescendingly I KNOW I WAS GOING TO REFILL IT. bro, i didn’t fucking ask you to you can’t just grab shit off people’s tables like some kind of mad wizard and lay off the caffeine you are going to blow a gasket. we are never ever going back, that guy alone makes the entire setting way too hostile, bad vibes. once you take note of him you can’t not focus on his spazzery.
on another note i am getting mad spam in my email, the same fucks who spam my blog comments have somehow infiltrated my email. i would like to personally thank them with a chainsaw.
Whoa dude. Checked your blog after posting mine today and same skirt. Crazay. Rad bike. Dying to get mine out too after tuneup. Enjoy day!
white tank, bubble skirt outfit is pure hotness. please wear it out soon and not just to watch Lost. the public need to see it.
ha i changed into leggings for lost the thing is an underwear shower when you sit down. how do you bike in it?
i really can’t, not because of the underwear thing (i don’t care) but it’s tight at the bottom of the skirt at an awkward place on my legs so that I can’t without sitting at the tip of the bike seat.
just hike it up so you are only biking with your underwear touching and put a blanket on?
or maybe learn to do tha longboarding rike yoo wear skirt can neh!
i will teach you. you have to wear skate shoes though no jellies.
It looks like Phil is biting his fist out of frustration that Cid is sitting on my lap and not his hahaha
You’re so cute when you insult yourself and then insult everyone else. lol
I want to go and observe the mad wizard now for fun.
where did i insult myself? i don’t see hipster as an insult, it’s a widely used and vague bullshit term, i don’t take it seriously at all. there is no fun to be had at the pump you will be wickedly irritated.
Haa I love this post for two reasons. 1)obviously hello kitty! and 2)I was leaving the house wearing a white tank this morning (and I generally don’t wear bras cause I’m not packing huge kajungas) and I was like, can I get away with this slight nipple action?
I figured I should ask you.
i would bring a cardi and then when i got hot take it off once at my destination. the older i get the more self conscious i am of my bralessness and it does draw a lot of attention, not the point, i’m a carefree hippie in this regard i just wish i could walk around w/o pigs saying pig-like shit to me. if you can deal then do it. darker colours hide yer nips obvs.
Love the outfit.
thanks hi! which one?
holy crap I neeeeed that Hello Kitty bag. Albeit I already have an HK make-up bag, one is clearly not enough. And PJ’s and … yeah, funny that I wouldn’t have liked that stuff when I was a kid either. Dunno why I do now. The cuteness factor has finally worn us down?
You’re looking especially trim in these pictures, by the way.
When i was about 8 or 9, we went to Florida to spend Christmas with my Grandma. I remember counting the gifts that she had under the tree for me and there were 21. I spazzed with sheer joy. About 5 or 6 of them were Hello Kitty things. I don’t remember knowing anything about HK before this but I LOVED all of it so much. Most awesome Christmas ever. My gram was the best.
That first photo looks like muscles and peaches. I was sort of confused before reading the recipe and then was like ahhh.
The one with the tank top and the skirt and knee high’s. Hi!
Hey, I love the photo at the topo of this post. Ok you have inspired me to want to make chicken stock and soup but for…………the……the skimming!!!! You make it sound easy with no mention of the tedious and disgusting process of skimming off the fat from the stock it is boiling or simmering away with said ‘chicken carcas’ in the mix. Then the next day it has a big lardy fat film covering it which is easy enough to remove. Too much. Tell me, did you skim? I know, I know, I ask the BIG questions. K x
actually i’m not sure if fil skims, we take turns getting it going but after that i start watching tv so… i don’t think we skim, is my answer.
Thanks me harty. Seriously I am cooking/food swapping ideas narrative minded. If I see it and it is good, then I must make and have it. Have fun. k x