Half-Assed Homemaker

I could sure go for a Beer Lao right about now.

Got together with Chuck last night. We went to the neighborhood bar where we lived when we were roommates. They now have PBR on tap. Some guy bought two rounds for everyone in the bar. I did some Karaoke songs with him. I arm wrestled the bartender, left handed. We were each holding our own for a bit until I started to gain some ground, then she used both hands and won. Cheater.

Here is a crazy idea that came to me while in Chiang Mai. I haven't tried it yet but I want to collect my thoughts while they're together. Let me know if you try it before me.

In a pressure cooker, chop and add lemon grass, ginger, lime leaves, chilies, cilantro, green onions, mushrooms, leak, carrots, celery. Add water and pressure cook for 50 minutes.

Once cooked, filter out and compost the veggies. Return to the heat and reduce the broth down as much as possible. Here is where volume and degree of concentration will require some instinct.

Cool and separate into small amounts, single servings, in little cups. Add fresh slices of lemon grass, chilies, ginger and whole lime leaves to the cups. Freeze.

On a rainy day, boil some noodles of your choice, drain the noodles but save some of the water. Add a frozen broth bomb to the the water, simmer and stir until melted and dissolved, add some fresh spinach, some tofu or even bring it to the boil and cook some shrimp in it. Add the noodles back to the broth, add salt and maybe some sugar to taste. Bask.

Thanks to a broken water main, the sidewalk and gutters are coated with a silty mud. I woke up to answer the door, and began to gawk at the the shiny pavement and the overturned garbage and recycling bins. The green waste piles were a bit tossled as well. As I picked up the waste bins, Sesame walked through the mud, sniffing, shaking dirt off his paws ignoring my direction to stay away. He had fun though.

The parents are in town. That means bagels and Indian food. Rock on. Some things I've learned:

Automatic Dishwasher soap is great for cleaning everything.
Parents are tiring, which makes blogging hard.

Why is almond butter so bad while almonds are such a delightful treat a gift from one to one's mouth. Someone gave me a jar of almond butter because a new housemate is allergic to almonds so they wanted to avoid any deadly misspreading.

I accepted but after trying it and forcing it upon myself over and over have rued that day. I don't know what to do, I can't just say "do you want the rest of it, it's nasty to." to someone I know. Strangers rarely accept open jars of nut butter.

Does anyone with an almond allergy need a place to crash?