Yuk Bon

Today, I talked to a friend, didn’t get to finish my soup, got to listen to schlocky rock (or jazz? I don’t know, bruce hornsby is very jazz-lite, but then again he’s done rock too), went to miami beach despite boat show traffic, avoided getting scammed, walked on the beach and got new shoes wet in the surf, saw a wedding i was not a party to, made excellent falafel (hint: before you roll them into balls/patties, drop chopped cilantro/dill and a wee bit of hot sauce into the dough/mix. also, if you fry at medium-low heat they take longer but dry out less,) and had a heavier-than-i-would-have-liked mediterranean dinner (falafel, tzaziki, stuffed grape leaves, flatbread, kaseri cheese). finish the day off by noticing that i never filled out my valentine’s card i bought the mrs so spent 15 minutes on something that will make her smile in the morning.

Listened to a lot of Sufjan Stevens today — picked up The Avalanche on a whim at a used CD store (yeah, I still buy CDs, I’m all quaint) and was blown away. Bought Illinoise just for Casimir Pulaski Day but am enjoying other songs on there. The Avalanche CD is more enjoyable at the moment though; the three versions of Chicago, the supercomputer song, it’s all jawsome!great. I even went and learned me some guiterchords for ‘em.

eat me

You know, it wasn’t too bad. I had a day that was better than most. The whole desire-is-suffering sub-theme of Buddhism rings true. After all the angst of youth and loneliness blew away. Who knew?

SO, ANYWAY, like is says on the title of the post:

* 2 pork chops (steak or chicken works)
* 1/2 large onion (or 1 whole medium onion)
* 2 cloves garlic
* a bit of olive oil
* a fistful of cilantro (must be fresh)
* a palmful of dill (fresh or dry, fresh is better)
* two spoons of sour cream
* hot pepper to taste (dry is fine, fresh is better)
* 1/8 to 1/4 cup of barbecue sauce (nothing fancy; something vaguely spicy-sweet is fine. I used 2 leftover packets of sauce from Tony Roma’s. Don’t be picky.

oil into pan, fire under pan, chop the onion, put into pan and salt it a bit to sweat, mince the garlic and drop that in, rub the chops (or $MEAT if you prefer) with a bit of salt, pepper and whatever other spice you insist on. Slide them under the onions so they brown a bit. After about 10 minutes in medium heat, flip. After 5 minutes of that, put 1/8 cup of water (a splash, really) and the barbecue sauce in. Chop the cilantro, dill and pepper. Put in half the cilantro, all the dill and all the pepper. Let the meat simmer in the herb-sauce. Once the meat is cooked, take the meat out but leave the rest of the stuff in the pan and drop in the sour cream. Stir until you’ve got a yellow-orange color in there and then drop the rest of the cilantro. Stir to incorporate and pour over the $MEAT.

Suggested side: Rice w/ raisins and almond slivers, mashed potatoes with garlic and chives, green beans or peas, avocado slices with olive oil and salt.

Ah, good ol’ Great Big Blowing Void Day.

To be honest, it doesn’t have the urgency, pain and emptiness that it used to. Maybe I am just mellowing with age. Maybe it’s just the numbness that came post the my faithful serpent episode. I was at lunch with H on saturn’sday and we started talking about how she was just so ready to get the hell out of her parent’s house and it was really R who helped, and that’s why H thinks R is the best bitch since sliced bread (I’m paraphrasing) and H asked me if I had anyone like that. I don’t — which she thought was sad, and I suppose it might be — and the Bee was really the last one like that. Before that was Mo, and that turned out…poorly. Eden and Bunny are cool, but we’ve scattered to the winds. Which is a shame sometimes cos man they could make some music. I really miss the comfort of having someone that I could trust like that — to call at whatever time and just know that it would be ok to talk if it was necessary. I mean, Sun’s great and Tai-Tai and Mei-Mei are of course bastions of sincerity and strength, but I have to admit there are things I would not tell them without a Serious Need To. And it’s not like Bee had a free pass to deepest darkest dave, but she had one. I thought she’d earned it, but then again, I thought Mo’d earned it too.

Half the people I know think they got me pegged or think that they know me well. Maybe Sun a bit and maybe Mills a bit. Mostly they got a leg or a trunk or an ear…I don’t think anyone sees the whole elephant.

Cess introduced me to a friend, pretty girl, who’s got danger written on her in two-foot-tall letters, worse than the ninja redhead. I think I surprised both of them by being very honest. I don’t know, I thought I was being aloof. And I am pretty sure the chick, let’s call her Blunt Girl for the sake of whatever, thinks I’m ten kinds of jerk or stupid. And I am pretty sure they both think I let slip intimate details or something, but I just don’t think anyone can really get at my emotions anymore. To misquote ye olde lowbrow, “that’s not scar tissue on the broken heart…that’s a callous”