Some of you may or may not have noticed that mavriksound.com is a redirect to this blog. I’m in the process of really cleaning up this site, and perhaps terminating it all together.
I’d like to move everything over to radiopeter.com. The blog will continue as usual over there, except I’ll be posting a podcast every so often in mid-blogstream.
Now the tricky part is figuring out how to transfer the wordpress stuffs. This should be fun…
They are keeping Jade because she is good television. That’s the only reason. I wish they would kick her off, but they haven’t. Pfft.
I love me some Furonda. Tall and rail thin, with no chest and a plain face. She has a fierce model body-type. Perfect for molding into anything they like.
Matteo and I went shopping on Sunday and I purchased a set of Emeril Stainless Steel cookware. You could kill a horse with the 3 qt. sautee pan. It’s THAT heavy. Nice glass lids and stuff too. It’s basically a cheaper version of All-Clad stuff, with metal handles and things. Perfect for stove, oven, and broiler.
I’m still lacking a giant stockpot and a smaller saucepan. I want a 16 or 20 qt. stockpot, but who knows where the hell I would put a pot that size. Perhaps I could bathe the cats in it.
I made some hollandaise which I was tempted to devour in one sitting. For those of you who don’t know, my hollandaise recipe consists of almost two sticks of butter and three eggs with some lemon juice, salt, and pepper. Can you feel your arteries hardening?
It worked PERFECTLY (Julia, your recipe is the BEST honnnay!) but the taste was a bit off. I think I purchased old butter. I didn’t look at the date, so that was totally my fault. The lemon juice was also bottled (don’t hate me) so that contributed to the lackluster flavor. Next time, fresh butter, and fresh juice.
I need the 1 qt. pan for making roux. I can’t make roux in 2 qt. pan. It’s too big and the liquid in the measures I’m working with spread out too much. I want to move on to Bechamel and Veloute, both require a roux, but for the Veloute I need stock, so the stockpan has to come first.
I’ve never made stock from scratch at home, but this recipe on egullet looks promising. I’ll be doing chicken stock first, hopefully transforming that into consomme.
If I can make consomme I’ll be happy. It’s hard, but I’ll learn what I need to learn about the cookware and the process, so I can move on to beef stock, which leads into making demi glace.
If I can make demi glace, I’ll be ecstatic.
Richard Bluestein was just on the radio/queercast last night. That show has to be my favorite one so far.
Take a listen:
My podcasting Idol Madge Weinstein will be on the radio with us this Sunday. I’m nervous, I’m excited, and I’m so thankful that this interview has come up.
Aside from that, there are a million and one things I have to get done. Literally. Not the least of which is organizing my house and swiffering the entire place.
Swiffer. Gotta love it.
In June the sale of foie gras will be outlawed in the city of Chicago.
Like we needed a law for that…
Alderman Joe Moore, the dumb ass who was the alderman of my former neighborHOOD in the 49th ward, was the sponsor of the ban. You’d think he would want to spend his time fixing up his ward of the city and removing as many of the gang problems as possible.
But no, instead he decides to ban foie gras.
Foolio.
Some lyrics from one of my favorite songs ever. It’s called Love Changes by DJ Spen presenting Jasper Street Company. The Elusive Club Remix is so brilliant. The words are bittersweet, and so am I at the moment.
changes
that’s what love puts you through
changes
that’s what love makes one doyou stayed awake, half the night
love can just put you through changes
it must be love that’s on your mind
you’re doin’ things you wouldn’t do beforelove will make you oh so happy
inside
love will make you oh so sad
makes you crychanges
that’s what love puts you through
changes
that’s what love makes one doyou wonder if it’s real this time
or just another hi, goodbye
you walk around starry eyed
can’t believe that love would hurt againlove will make you oh so happy
inside
love will make you oh so sad
makes you crychanges
that’s what love puts you through
changes
that’s what love makes one do
I think I might make a standing Wednesday afternoon appointment at Nailpro.
I feel bloated. Too much junk in the trunk. I needs to get myself washed out with a high pressure spray gun. Colonic here I come.
In other news, I’m eyeing a dining room set or two from various places around the internets. My couch and bed still haven’t arrived, but my pocketbook isn’t upset by that. I’ve been burning through money like a mad man and I need to pace myself.
However, meine schwester Elaine brought me the glorious gift of a 20% off coupon at Linens-N-Things, which means the Kitchenaid mixer will SOON BE MINE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! And then, I’ll be on to souffles and the like with Julia Child. Delish.
Sleepytime tea is my new favorite hot drink. On a slightly related note, I’ve had the chance to booze it up with Korbel and Red Grapefruit juice a few times too. Quite tasty and refreshing.
I saw some shelves I really liked for records, but it’s a matter of taking my time and figuring out what size, how many units, etc. I need to get.
Must get this junk outta the trunk.
My Chinese final is Thursday. Good god I’m not ready.
Breathe.
彼得
bǐ dé
peter
I went to Dr. Dan’s this morning and am still high from the alignment. Whenever he puts me back in line I want to dance around and do high kicks all day. He knew exactly what the problem was and totally called me on it; too much worry, too much on my plate, too many things going on. But I have perspective on it all, and that is good.
My sister was downtown but we couldn’t make it to see each other. She’s passed a large engineering exam she just took, and I hope it means she’ll get out of the hellhole support department where she’s currently working. I really want her to live in the city. I hope she is able to transfer somewhere close and we can hang out more. By me not driving, I don’t get to see her as often as I’d like.
As usual, I have a busy weekend ahead of me. I still have to finish the Idolcast I’ve strung together. It’s coming along well, but I’ve been concentrating on other things. Radiopeter.com needs another episode too.
This is Holy Weekend for me, so I’ll be going to church with my family on Saturday night. It’ll be good to get my Jesus on for a minute. My heathen self really needs it. I love the mystery of the whole ceremony. It’s beautiful, and I can’t wait.
Sunday will be a huge day. I’ll be judging the Windy City Gay Idol at Stargaze early in the evening, and doing the radio late in the evening with Amy Matheny. I always look forward to working with her. She’s the best, and I love her energy.
My house is still a wreck. I am going to abstain from the booze this evening, slip out of Spin just as I’m paid, and sink into a deep sleep until bright and early on Saturday morning… when I’ll get up and begin to seriously make the place pretty.
The couch and new bed should be here soon. I need a million things from Ikea, and my sister and I plan to trek out there on Monday night. Hopefully, I won’t fall alseep while I’m with her. I need a dining room set, a possible chest of drawers, and some office chairs. More of a journey to touch things (I’m way better with spatial sense than actually figuring out what a 3′x5′ table looks like), Ikea will bring good ideas into my head, even if I don’t buy anything.
God damn I love my new place. I absolutely LOVE it.
Just popped into the Nailpro near my job to get my nails done. It’s been ages since I had a mani. They look divine, but I didn’t get a top coat.
No need for me to be THAT girly.
SCENE: nancy is making some sort of weed laced dessert in her kitchen and begins to grease a 9×13 pan with butter. Lupita the maid walks in to observe.
lupita: your butter donn look right
nancy: it’s sage
lupita: *sniff* donn smell like sage
nancy: obviously menopause has affected your sense of smell
lupita: I don’t esmell gwith my coochie
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Weeds is BRILLIANT people. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Rent the DVD’s the moment they arrive.