I'm not doing anything for halloween because i don't really like hanging out by myself, or hanging out with people, so riding the train by myself to hang out with people doesn't appeal to me. does that make sense? i'm making one of the 7 recipes i know, chipotle chicken quesadillas, substituting tofu for chicken because even though i'm not a vegetarian, i am scared to buy chicken, putting in too much tomato i think, and the recipe calls for "cracking open a beer" midway through, and i don't have any beer (though my roommates do, but maybe i am too poor to afford beer? who cares anyway).
the shit is bubbling merrily on the stove. other recipes i know by heart well enough to shop for them at the grocery store:
blueberry pancakes (recipe from new basics includes orange zest and nutmeg and sour cream- yums)
burritos (kind of maxed out on those years ago)
french onion soup (also from new basics)
ah... anyway there are a few more, i don't feel like thinking hard enough to access them.
so, it's halloween. yeah, we established that. there is NOTHING going on out in the street. i was going to buy white kit kats and give them out (because i am white). but, it's good that i didn't.
tostadas from moosewood cookbook
cream of carrot soup, from the internet
well anyway that's not enough recipes. i was reading in marcella hazan somewhere some chicken recipes: in one you stuff a chicken with three lemons and just cook it. fun! i will make that with madeleine sometime perhaps, it seems like something she'd enjoy (in a weird way? also, her mom)
does anyone want to hear madeleine mom stories? man, madeleine's mom is weird. she has her eyeliner tattooed on. she has lyme disease. this is weird so far... she throws weird, funny parties. like... once she had an alien party? but she had to practice, so she got madeleine to invite her friends over? does anyone know that picture of me wearing a purple leather jacket? that picture is from that practice party, and that coat belongs to madeleine's mom, none other than.
you probably know that picture of me because there are like, under 15 pictures that have been taken of me since 2003.
beer in measuring cup, arms crossed, blue shirt
purple leather jacket with eyes cast downward
anyway yeah, those are it. no one takes my picture, and you know what? that's kind of a good thing. my new myspace picture is awesome and i look like a crazy bug in it! hooray.
so i am missing gossip girl. gotta go!