I shoulda gone to the Bahamas or wherever the in-crowd goes over Easter break. That’s how much I haven’t gotten done of stuff I shoulda done already.
Last weekend, I was all over the food blogging idea. Spent Saturday cooking–and you know, it just didn’t come out the way I imagined. I thought perhaps a clever food blog would detail my mistakes, but why would someone want to try a recipe that the creator already said was a dud? Julia and Julia, this is not. Still, I’m going to inflict my recipe on you:
4 baby leeks, cleaned and sliced; 1/2 cup sliced mushrooms; 1/2 cup arborio rice; 2 C vegetable broth
Sautee the leeks and mushrooms in olive oil about five minutes. Add the rice and cook another couple of minutes. Add the broth in half cup increments, stirring till liquid is almost absorbed before adding more (yes, risotto is labor-intensive but that’s why it’s good).
Here’s what NOT to do. Be careful about the quality of your stock (you can use chicken stock as well). I was making mine from a jar which called for a teaspoon of stock paste for each cup of water. I was somewhat cavalier about my measurements–the result was Very Salty Stock and that made the Risotta Very Salty as well. Blech!
Also on the agenda was my column, which this week was to be about what I don’t like about Elk Grove. Seems a bit mean-spirited for a hyperlocal news site about Elk Grove, don’t you think?
Another piece I was working on for ThirdAge.com is about the last year of my mother’s life. I thought I remembered it going one way; turns out the reality, which I found in my journals of the time, was somewhat less rosy. So now I’ve either got to immerse myself in that time–oh, joy!–or bag the piece. Bad feelings either way.
About an hour into my work day yesterday, the clicker on my MacBook’s tracker pad went dead. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men–etc. etc. etc.–meaning I spent most of yesterday trying to get the f@#$@ to work. This morning I grabbed it and drove the 35 minutes to the nearest Apple store (see above, what I don’t like about Elk Grove). I’m sure all Apple stores are the same: a couple of chicks, but mostly guys. They’re all very nice and helpful and I love them to death, but you know that smell that your old boyfriend’s bedroom had? The eau de “this shirt doesn’t need to be washed yet since I’ve only worn it for a week, maybe two.” Well, the whole Apple store smells that way. But they were all nice and helpful about my computer which, of course, performed perfectly when under the expert hands of the tech. So that was more or less a wasted trip…and a wasted couple of days…
…and I definitely feel like I’m coming down with a cold.
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