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Since I was about 10, I've loved tea. I LIKED it before—preferred it iced, not oversweet most of the time; if it was to be sweet SWEET tea it had better be strong enough to knock over a godsdamned house, that's to be sure. I've been basically fiending on it since we accidentally discovered it would work on my ADHD instead of the drugs.

I couldn't focus, and one day my uncle asked me if I'd tried this tea right here, this green tea that was just really freaking strong that he couldn't figure out how to make potable to save his life, and in the week it took to figure out how to brew Ceylon teas (remember, we're Black Americans living in Black America, and this is the mid 90's at the time, there aren't resources in our area for tea at the time other than the occasional Claudia-centric Babysitters Club book), the both of us were so mellow and focused that my dad--his brother--wondered if we'd been replaced with pod people. This same week was my appointment for my suspected ADHD. Having heard about this alphabet soup my uncle comes with, as does an aunt. My doctor notices how much more mellow and focused I've become, and Unc and I mention the tea adventure. That's where we learn the beginnings of tea research, and how stimulants (like the ADD/ADHD pills and caffeine) work in managing this thing.

We take one look at each other and go, "Makes sense."

Dad and the aunt that went with us take one look at each other and go, "Whut?"

Since then my tea fascination has only expanded, from strictly "this is delicious" to "So if this ails you I can throw this that and the other into a pot and have a fix for you, yeah?" That brings us to the bonus section here: a tea review!

BHOT: All Day Blend


No, this is not a comically large spoon or a comically small cup. I typically drink my tea from demitasse-sized or espresso-sized cups, and if I sweeten it I don't use much—excepting my Lousiana-style iced tea, which is strong enough to knock a house over and sweet enough to convince an idiot not to blackmail your friend. The clarity is very nice, and the scent is crisp, almost coffee-like.

At first I thought it was my brewing method—


But I'd run a cycle of CLR through the thing, which removes hard water deposits from the brewer, and the carafe had received the same treatment. Little tip: when you use this cleaning method, run a second full carafe of plain water through the machine before you brew anything, to prevent any chemical from getting into your cuppa.

Little known trick: If you own a little four-cup Mr. Coffee-style brewer, you have one of the best ways to brew loose leaf tea out there already. Because the water is never AT boil, it's nigh impossible to cook your tea to death and overbrew it. Further, your leaves have plenty of room in the filter to expand, and you don't have to monitor temperatures quite as obsessively.

Oh, right, don't forget to use a filter. Otherwise you have a reeeeeeeeeeeeal bitch to clean up. As an added bonus you can get a second full-strength brew out of those leaves, just like if you used a tea ball or other more traditional infusion method.


This is only a teaspoon and a half of leaves. The general rule is a teaspoon of leaves per person per pot and an extra for the pot (assuming you're brewing traditionally.) I like strong tea but decided to go with the usual strength. They expand like whoa, and you can see why I said to use a filter if you're going the Mr Coffee (renamed Mr. Tea for me here) route. In fact, the presene of Ceylon in this blend means you have wicked tannins, and they'll bake up as hot tea tends to do to them. If you want to minimize the staining in your mugs and the amount of tannin floating around (because it does aggregate), double up. Use two filters. (No more than two. You'll flood the brew basket.)

Taste 1, straight: STRONG. assertive and coffee-like almost. It's potent, and has this light but sweet air that almost doesn't need anything.

Taste 2, with monkfruit sweetener: This is a VERY EASY TO OVERSWEETEN tea. I only used a slxth of a packet and it was overdoing it. If you sweeten this, make it a strong cup.

Taste 3, with sweet cream and a little sugar: OKAY, STOP. WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT.
This is delicious. Sweetening it by itself is NO for me. It just DOESN'T WORK. But with cream, OH GOOD GRIEF. I'd brewed the entire four-cup (translation: four-person intended) thing and drunk two thirds of it like this, just shotgunning one after the other in disbelief. Adding cream to this tea gives it a nutty, almond-like richness. It becomes like a dessert that you want to eat.

b3df0afdcb6b38cf76764b9fb50d1d4fHere, have a glamour shot of cream tea with tiny spoon in a tiny cup.

Verdict: If you like a black tea for all occasious, aren't frightened off by loose leaf tea, and suspect that you might be a liiiiiiiitle bit of a tea snob (I will willingly admit that I am), GET THIS TEA. If you're curious about what good tea tastes like, GET THIS TEA. If you like te, GET THIS TEA.


railenthe: (TEA)

My name is Railenthe.

I have an eating disorder.

I am not my eating disorder.

But you could’ve fooled me.

railenthe: (Wat.)

Tomorrow’s breakfast and lunch are both put together. Birthday debauchery day is done, and thanks to BUREAUCRACY! I’m staring at a month sans Link assistance—meaning $35/10 days is the food budget until they fix it. (You don’t live on minimum wage—you scrape.) Luckily the problem is fixable in 2 weeks and I played Stockpile this month, so I have a nice little stash of frozen meat and meat-alikes packed for just such an emergency.

I hear people all the time griping about people gaming the system, and I will admit, the system does have a few huge, glaring flaws—but most of the complaining I hear is ‘Oh, this person bought a bag of chips and a peach soda, they don’t NEED that program’ and not on the real problems, which is the people you catch trafficking their benefits for an equivalent amount of things that aren’t eligible. While for some this can include drugs and alcohol, it just as often involves things like diapers and straight out cash.

I’ve seen it. People I know have been there. (I was always too paranoid to do it, even if it meant I was going without the meds that kept my foot from being one giant blister.) And while there needs to be some reform to the system, griping when a guy buys a Twinkie—wait, those don’t exist…OK, an apple pie—and a Red Bull instead of some celery and a bit of meat? That solves nothing.

What people do not seem to realize is that SNAP benefits—the formal name for the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, formerly known as food stamps—are not meant to be the sole source of food. They’re there as much needed assistance—as I said earlier, you don’t live on minimum wage you scrape.

“But Rai!” I hear you say. “Why would a single woman even need such things?”

I’ll tell you!

Congratulations! You’re me on payday! You skip into the building to pick up your paycheck (Let’s call it weird and say that you have the day off for some unknown reason). Timing couldn’t be better, since rent’s also due this week (we’ll assume the beginning of the month). You open the envelope to discover that you have—oh, generous hours—$360 to work with. Sounds nice, right? Keep in mind that this is an atypical check. Maybe the great Dogakittenspacewestern Con was in town.

Got the check still? Good. Let’s run along, shall we, to the bank/grocer. You deposit the whole damn thing, because you’re paranoid about losing cash. All transactions will be on a card now.

  • Your rent’s due! That’s $170. But there’s a $5 service fee for the secured money order. You’re down to $185 now—which hurts, and you try not to think about that as you put the rent money order in your wallet.
  • A text message pops off—your phone bill is due in four minutes (ok, maybe an exaggeration, but it IS due that day). You reply to the message and pay the bill—the dollar sign with wings flies off of your screen as $61 leaves your clutches. You’re down to $124, now.
  • Did you remember the bus pass? If not, now’s the only time you’ve got! For a month, that’s $72 bucks! You now have $52 to work with. Now the only thing left--
  • --is light bill—oh. Wait. You’re four bucks short, actually. If it wasn’t for the fact that you put that $5 from your tips in with the paycheck, you wouldn’t be able to pay that $58 bastard.

You begin the month on a loss, therefore, before you’ve bought so much as a bag of chips and a bottle of vitamin c-fortified punch to keep your blood sugar from dragging its busted-up legs across the ground just to beg you for a morsel.

…you’d be screwed if it wasn’t for that program now.

Next paycheck is more forgiving—you have paid off the biggest bills—but it would’ve been dicey.

Now keep in mind that there are people who want to discontinue this program. All because they got cheesed off that someone bought something that wasn’t leafy green with their benefits/assistance.

Go ahead. Discontinue. Opt out. But what the HELL am I supposed to do?

Don’t pass blanket judgements based on one person. You don’t know what they’re coming from, what they’re trying to do. The guy who just bought Doritos and Monster Zero-Cal Energy Drink on his card might’ve just spent the last of his cash on his meds.

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Hey, freezer. Why must you be devoid of fish? I'm having a craving of fierce magnitude.

The foodpanic has ended, I have bookmarked a book for purchase ASAP, and I have reached a conclusion after a weeklong experiment:

I do NOT have the constitution for a low-carbohydrate diet.

I've spent most of the week feeling like I've got the worst migraine hangover—it keeps going and going. The only thing that has had a noticeable effect is complex carbohydrates (OMG BREAD). The verdict: No more low-carb.

Also, someone please suggest some kind of topical pain thing for pain, like how Tiger Balm works for migraines. I can't keep popping caffeinated aspirin all day.

Speaking of, time to pop a caffeinated aspirin.

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Erg. No.

Feb. 22nd, 2013 07:04 pm
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Minor problem. Hormones fucked up. As in "DAMMIT I HAD TWO WEEKS A WHOLE TWO WEEKS" fucked up.

Crashing early as hell. Everything is on fire and even food is bad. EVERYTHING tastes bad. Even sirloin. My favorite crisps? Either I got a bad batch OR I CAN'T TASTE.

I don't even want sweets!

Bed now. Maybe my system will unfuck itself enough that I can stomach my meal shake later.

I think my stomach's shrunk a bit. Which on the one hand is good but my BELLY is no smaller.

Ergh. *flops over*

Oh, and Estrogen?
When I catch up to you? Dragon Claw, my favorite sword, wants a word with you.

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In an epic feat of combined “just not paying attention” and “WOOPS LOL YOLO”-minded thinking, I’ve flipped my body clock upside down again. Tonight I’m going to go to bed at a REASONABLE HOUR—I’ve scheduled Jeannie to boot me offline and shut down at the appropriate time.

100 Things is tomorrow. I will go back to twice-weekly updates eventually, when my leg’s managed a little better.

I’m also battling an interesting problem lately: my digestion. For once in my life, it’s behaving in a way my doctor would describe as ‘normally.’ Fact is, I DUNNO IF I LIKE IT. On the one hand, it now takes me much, much less food to get the “oh sweet mercy I am FULL” signal, but on the other hand, this means that I’m stopping to eat a little snack every couple of hours.

“Oh, it’s two hours since your last meal? I AM STOMACH, AND I SHALL SING FOR YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLE.” I usually combat this with either a trio of those nutritional cookies or a pair of apples. About calorically equal, depending on whether I’m craving a sugar fix or a sour fix.


I got the most ludicrously strong craving last night for steak. Sirloin steak. I needed it then, and I needed it to be the best steak EVER. I borrowed my stepmom’s recipe, hacking up onion and garlic and then dousing the entire filet in liquid smoke before putting it in a low oven for three hours. …Incidentally, during this time, the fire alarm went off. I have a sneaking suspicion that someone smelled the bottle of liquid smoke that broke in my apartment and just KNEW someone was burning things up! NOPE. Just me cookin’ steak. No, you cannot have any, alarm-puller. You mad?

When I deglazed the pan, I noticed something—the resultant liquid, used as a baste during the cooking process, could make an awesome gravy.

*record scratch*

Dude. Don’t wreck my discs.

Problem with that is I’ve never been able to make a gravy that wasn’t depressingly bland and tasteless. But I tried it again—less water at the start, actually using salt (surprise! A lot of the flavor of gravy is depends on salt), stirring the whole time…eventually the gravy took shape. It was dark, brown, and rich. But the last time I had bland tasteless gravy it was that color, too. So I taste it.

“…Mother of fish, this is actually GOOD.”

I’d finally figured out how to make a good gravy.

*record scratch*

Anyway, I know what you’re thinking—“But Rai, gravies are so BASIC! Didn’t you learn those first?”

Actually, with the way I learned how to cook, a lot of the basics were outright skipped. Lots of the family didn’t have much confidence in my skills, so I had to show my initiative by ‘accidentally’ letting my ‘watching Food Network’ notes get seen. And when I asked about making an edible gravy, I either got a strange look or an outright disbelieving declaration of “YOU COOK SUSHI, YOU MUST KNOW SOMETHING SO BASIC AS GRAVY.” Funny thing is, a lot of the harder things to get are quite basic. Like gravies. They require a delicate sort of touch and significant intuition with handling heat. Anyone whose mom effortlessly whips up a delicious batch of brown gravy for the meatloaf and mashed taters? That took practice, lots of practice, to be able to make it look THAT DAMN BRAINLESS. Me, I was schecking my skillet temperature, the flame on the stove, the radiant heat off the oven, the stove flame again, then looking across at the bubbles on the top of the flour and flipping some over to see if it was close to the color I wanted yet…I gotta tell you, I wasn’t that OCD making crème brûlée.

*checks the records* Good. No damage.

I am officially OUTTA HERE for the evening. I have to readjust my body clock—and adjust to this being my last dose of head pills. This morning’s persistent hallucination? The walls had pulsing veins. It’s gotten to the point where I’ve stopped being frightened of them (mostly) to being fascinated, wondering how I could work something like what I’m (technically not) seeing into my writing somewhere.

railenthe: (Black Mage (literal))

My knee is making interesting noises. As a precaution, I’m going to see my doctor (and if he gives me bullshit about my weight again I’m going to tell him that even dropping to only 1500 calories a day and working the job I do and working out, the weight just Will Not Fuck Off. …almost said ‘bugger off’ but here in America that’s considered tame—probably because no one learned its actual meaning, and this makes Nigella Lawson’s lament in last week’s episode of The Taste that much more interesting, as she was basically able to drop a Precision F Strike that didn’t even get noticed.)

I can tell it’s trying to do a thing because the day before yesterday, it woke me up—by sliding right the fuck out of joint. Cue Onion Knight-like howl of pain as my brain tries to parse what just happened so I can fix it. Even if we can’t DO anything about it, I do believe I can get a stronger painkiller. Kinda need it. I have lost all faith in this knee.

Which makes the fact that I’ve spent quite a bit of time on the other one in search of my Memory Stick even odder. (I’ve had some highly irritating days recently. I’d like to beat the fire out of some AIs, maybe improve my Kefka.)

I’ve also spent some time trying to click my brain back on so I can write. I’ve fallen into a bit of a slump and can’t eve focus straight. The good news is flipping my mattress so that the part that’s caving in is on the foot end did help a bit, but I still am going to need a new mattress very soon—it’s a tad crowded.

Heads up!

100 Things makes its official return on 2 February. Be ready for some STRANGE rambles, sometimes.

Got Noms?

I am going to begin working test kitchen operations again. Everything that I’ve cooked up is now going to be noted, recorded, and set up for repetition and refinement. I’ve also been introduced to one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen, Cooking With Dog, and its huge bank of recipes has inspired me to try actually doing something again. Who votes Valentine’s melonpan?


Jan. 12th, 2013 07:37 pm
railenthe: (Phones)

I can’t figure out why but it’s only half past seven and I am…TIRED.

Like knock down, drag me INTO bed tired.

It’s not like I’ve done anything today.

…well I don’t count the marathon session of Borderlands 2, even though I did get the achievement for getting a lot of sniper rifle kills without bothering to use the scope. (What? Guy was point blank close, and that gun sets things on fire.)

The stove…is clean. Not going to see much use for a while, not until I start trying to be super fancy…

Speaking of super fancy, tomorrow I intend on making something very specific. Fancy-ish but not. Do something nice for myself for—well, because I just haven’t in a while. Expect some test-kitcheny fun. =)

railenthe: (Happy camper)

For some of you out there, you are getting ready to celebrate a holiday known as Thanksgiving. A uniquely American holiday, it commemorates the teamwork and camaraderie that allowed the pilgrims (does anyone else think it’s more appropriate to call them ‘expatriates?’ Because ‘pilgrim’ is too religious for my blood…) to survive the harsh conditions they found in the New World. Working together with native Americans, these people learned how to use what they found here and not only survive, but thrive.

(That whole ‘oops we totally brought a bunch of foreign germs and you’re all going to get really sick, so sorry’ thing shall remain un-expounded upon.)

However, at the same time, I can’t help feeling a little bit conflicted about the whole damn thing.

In which I ramble. )
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What you are currently looking at is the lifeline for people living in the projects—specifically, those poor bastards stuck in minimum wage jobs.


I’m one of those unlucky bastards. (And, hey, as long as we’re on the term, it’s actually true in my case—If I was a part of Westeros’s social classes, I’d have a bastard surname. And since the Starks are the family I’m behind in my admittedly way-behind reading list, just call me Snow.) So when I got into the building today and saw a table loaded down with canned goods and sundries, I partook in that most holy of generous food-kitchen rules:

If you need it, then take it. That’s why it’s there.

As a result, there is much more food in the “oh crap things are getting bad here” stash in the pantry. If this comes up each week as it usually does, I can probably stock up to the point where I’ll be safe even when I run out of month at the end of the money.

But there are projects that need to be started, work that has to be done, and savings that have to be done to get a certain plan off of the ground and into the proper phase of development.

At some point I will be figuring out how to use Paypal for things like donations and contributions. For one, I find myself needing the use of a good nutritional analysis program so that I can provide the nutritional data—even if it is only the base data—for the recipes that I have developed. The cheapest alternative is still more than I’m willing to spend in the winter months, and all that is left at the end of the month goes into a place where I’m not allowed to get at it until I actually have made enough to get everything done. I’m still working on the projects and experiments, but it is mightily inefficient to have to go onto the internet every time I need to analyze a recipe for the project. …also there is the very real threat of someone finding one of my creations, ganking it, and plagarizing it—and worse, possibly  making MONEY off of something that isn’t their creation.

Normally I’m kind of lax where it comes to the enforcement of copyright enforcement—it’s hard to do and expensive to boot, so it is often impractical for the guy who has less money to do anything about it.

And in this case, I’m the guy with less money.

I wonder how many people would enjoy a little taste of Quinn’s work in the kitchen. Even if the only buyers are from LJ, I’d put out a collection or two if it was in demand enough by the time I got enough recipes to fill a tradebook.

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Seven hour shift.



Want to do dishes.

Too tired.

Will do in morning.


I think, ginger ale.

Had two of my favorite foods for cheat day. Might not be able to eat them anymore. Too much grease. Can't handle it.

Yep. Ginger ale.

railenthe: (Wat.)

Recently the bill that improves the nutrition, and limits the calories of, school lunches, was put into effect. As a result, the maximum caloric load for the public school lunch is about 800 calories, maximum. The intent is to combat obesity by balancing their dietary intakes.

Students were not amused by this. The largest complaint is that they’re still hungry after eating their plates. What do they do in reaction?

They throw away the food in protest and make a video on Youtube that dramatizes just how hungry they are.

O )

railenthe: (Yummy)


I’ve said it before. I like to eat. A lot. I like to eat a lot. I love food. I’m a firm believer that one should live to eat, not eat to live.

INCOMING LONG POST. I can TL;DR about food with the best of them. )

railenthe: (Yummy)


I like food. I seriously like food. Like, as in people sometimes ask me if I used to be a fat kid. For the record, I didn’t, but I understand what they’re getting at. Sometimes I feel kind of like a fat kid in a skinny girl’s body. The shenanigans that my grandmother pulled didn’t help.

Short version: In high school I hit a healthy weight of 120 lbs. The doctors stopped worrying. People quit commenting on my ‘skeletal wrists’ and such. My grandmother immediately began rationing food at me—I couldn’t eat to full. She called me fat. She told me to get thin again. I started working out aggressively. I began to see a fat girl in the mirror instead of actual!me. I got a job so I could afford to eat more—if I bought my own things, she couldn’t keep me from eating (wrong, as I found out). Basically, I wound up with body dysmorphic disorder by proxy: she thought I was fat, called me fat often, and I started believing it.

Eventually I got past this, but my fascination for going through the aisles to find the healthiest tasty things remained. I was fascinated with the ‘new’ diet foods like yogurt and wheat germ, and the exotic fish I could get from stores when I shopped by myself. The combination of my grandmother’s neurosis and my family’s fascination with foods we (usually) couldn’t afford but kept seeing on Food Network conspired to turn me into a foodie. (And, I will admit, maybe a little bit of a food snob on some things.)

I like to wander the aisles a while before I buy anything. I walk in with a shopping list, of course, but I want to know about all the new good things, the new healthy things that are out (Chia seeds? Who knew?), and I want to try as many of them as I possibly can. This is how I wound up with a pound of chia seeds on top of my refrigerator. (For the record, they are amazing. My energy shoots up when I eat them, and they let me do more on less food. Now if only I could get past the gel’s texture…) One of my favorite things to do on the major run to the store is to find one thing I haven’t tried and give it a shot. Goat cheese was the most recent thing I tried. Delicious, tangy, strong but with a smooth finish.

I wonder what I’ll try next month. I want an exotic fruit or something.

railenthe: (Pirate!)

You like food?

You like strange food?

You like hearing about strange food that you're a little intimidated to try?

I have the thing for you, then.

Meet Quinn.

Quinn will try anything you're too faint of stomach to on her way on the road of food. Her English will likely be terrible. But Quinn is fluent in the language of food, and that's all that matters.

...even if it's weird food.

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That incredulous assertion is what I’m dealing with right now.

You see Theo, one of those medicines that I’m taking has had the unfortunate side effect of attaching a rocket-fueled supersonic jet with a tether onto my cholesterol numbers. My good cholesterol is…well, calling it ‘lousy’ would be a compliment. My LDL is quite high!

But the problem is you DON’T want LDL to be high! CRAP.

I was at work preparing for another trip to the doctor when my Twitter alert tone goes off—Chuck Wendig (If you don’t already know who he is I demand you slide your way over HERE for edification. Warning: Chuck doesn’t know the meaning of the word “worksafe,” which I love) has retweeted a video.

This video. And I almost forgot: this isn’t worksafe, either.


One thing for certain, I realized that I’m definitely not an isolated case—even if the conditions under which my high cholesterol developed are fairly uncommon (Pill side effects! WHOO!) and that I should SUCK IT UP and just do what I’m supposed to do.

Part of my absence is because, indirectly, of the Cholesterol Conundrum. I’ve had to alter my eating patterns drastically—

You know what? Let’s not sugarcoat it. I am officially on a diet. (Incidentally if it WAS sugarcoated I wouldn’t be allowed to eat it.) It’s involved a slow reversion to the way I ate in high school: organic damn-near-everything, the kind of buttery spread where it helps maintain cholesterol levels when they hit ‘decent,’ non-fat, non-lactose cheese type product to go on top of my sandwiches, little 100-calorie whole grain multigrain bread thingies. If I’m lucky, I can find the workout tapes I had on DVD format. If not, well, there are other sources to find that material.

I won’t lie: even though at first bite I realized how much I missed my Boca burgers and Chik’n sandwiches, my body’s giving me one hell of a time during the transition. I’ve been tired and listless a lot—partly due to last week’s killer migraine, and partly because I’m coming up on a solid week with severely-diminished fat intake. In order to help me watch my cholesterol, I installed a food diary app so I could track everything that goes into my gullet.

…I was surprised at how much I can eat in a sitting now that I have to hold myself accountable for every single morsel. I mean, I’m easily eating half of what I was now that I have to record it all. It’s weird. Finding out that I CAN survive on half my usual amount of food…makes me realize how much I’ve been binge eating recently. Bad day? Bag of fries. Good day? Bag of fries and a pizza. (Not a slice. A whole pizza.) Got insulted by a co-worker? PWN her by ‘forgetting’ to include her in the mass text about fresh linens being available and then ask if her phone’s set to block until she remembers that, much like insulting your healer in an instance, insulting your laundry lady will leave you in BAD SHAPE.


Something tells me that this month of dieting will be one hell of a misadventure.

…on the upside, I’ll get to learn more about cooking.

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I might have a small problem to deal with. Things stress me out, I buy stuff. Usually something frivolous that, upon returning home, I wonder why the hell I bought it in the first place, as I look at my receipt and my now-smaller bank account.

Today was not one of those situations.

It is ALSO true that, when I have advance warning that things are going to get really tight, I hoard supplies. Soaps (eight bars in a bag under my chair, ready to grab one when the current bar is reduced to a sliver); dry goods and canned goods (you can’t have too much rice or flour handy); ghee (because a little goes a long way and I can eat a LOT of butter); and frozen fruit (because I like smoothies and baking things with it). Currently I have an absurd amount of frozen fruit and dry cereals: two boxes and one bag of cold; Cream of Wheat, FIVE POUNDS of oatmeal.

Which is why I now am going to have to pull a clever fiat where it comes to my money now: I don’t have QUITE enough to pay off every one of the bills that came up, but I can do a fiat on that—it’s due a week before payday. I can pay for THAT ONE WEEK and still have enough money left over that when I need to replace my medications again, I can pull it off without much difficulty.

Today wasn’t all about getting things done. It was also for this.



For proof I made sure to center this on my bed. Bacon chocolate bars are a thing. And delicious.

There’s also beef jerky chocolate. And pepper chocolate with Pop Rocks.

Lavender chocolate.

Rose chocolate.

Basically, if it is chocolate, there’s a strong chance that someone will attempt something unorthodox.

Next payday? Lavender.

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railenthe: (AWESOMEFACE)

Sailor Moon.  Nine episodes in one day (and I ought to be sleeping.)


Leg spasms, which I’ve toughed through with the intention of writing (but instead wound up doing RP and watching Sailor Moon).


THE MUNCHIES.  (Taken with double-butter mashed potatoes and pizza rolls.)


Getting ready for the doctor’s appointment that I’ve got coming up.  I FIND OUT WHAT THEY’RE DOING TO MY LEG.


Now more food.  For some reason I’ve been hungry since I woke up at 3 AM.

railenthe: (Yes plz)

I’m going to apologize for the lack of photo now.  This truly is a DELICIOUS cheeseburger that I’m going to offer a recipe for, but…


I…might’ve already eaten it.  I hadn’t even thought of a photo until I took that last bite and finished my half-liter of homemade cola.  Then I thought “whoops!”


What?  It was an epic cheeseburger and I was hungry.  It’s simple.

Just imagine the best cheeseburger you ever did see, and you’ve got it.  I doubt you’ve ever tasted anything quite like this one, though.  I’ll have a shot of it when I get the chips recipe up.  (Well, it’s really hard to make julienne fries out of fingerling potatoes, so potato chips it was.)


This is not a flimsy, namby-pamby burger.  This is not a dieter’s burger.  This is a serious chunk of beef.  If you’re looking for a healthy-burger recipe, this is a night where I can’t help you. 



Read more... )
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That will make sense in a minute and a half, I promise.  Fair warning, everything after the cut is image-heavy.  And mildly—mildly!—foodporny.


In an interesting turn of events it was so slow that two of us were given the executive reins of who got sent home.  I took that shot.  I had a bad feeling.  I decided to use the opportunity to run some errands.


I got across the street and my hamstrings cramped up.  In case you were wondering, that IS possible.  And it hurts like holy fuck.


I gotta survive this, I thought, and muscled across the street to the bus stop.  I looked like a limping Grim Reaper—or a hobbled monk, one or the other.


The errand plan was simple.  I’d shopped prices around online and had things to pick up. The first stop was to be a GNC store, to pick up alternative meds.  But the nearest location, the one in the local mall (For the record, this mall is doing VERY well, bucking a national trend of dying malls), stopped carrying the product I needed.  So it was time to call around and find a different location.


Meanwhile, an alluring smell beckoned from the upper level.  I followed this rich, deliciously fruity and spicy aroma to the upper level, where I parked my footsies outside of…a Teavana store.


I’m not ashamed to admit that I bounded in there with a squeal of delight.  A second squeal kicked the echo aside when I saw the sticker that proclaimed a 75% off sale.  While money is tight, after paying off my bills I did have a bit of fiddle-around money, and so…

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