Medium coffee.
My mind is moving a million miles a minute this morning. I dragged myself to my favorite yoga class this morning and I am SO glad I did. Instead of getting discouraged and distracted by my knee injury like last week, I was able to put my worry aside and gently work though it. The result was an open mind and heart. Because I'm so zen.
I just realized I've called the current time 'morning' twice so far. It's 1:49 PM.
I heard today is the only day of the year that is a command. Get it, March fourth? I think that's just incredible.
Tonight I'm attempting to create MUSHU CHICKEN with my fellow cooking friend, Klapperita. I'm really excited about this. I got the idea from a catering event I worked last week where the chef was making little schezuany pancakes of spiced duck breast, fried duck skin, julienned cucumbers, scallions and a nice hoisin sauce. He didn't let me have one, even though I was standing next to him for two hours serving the steamed dumplings like a good little girl. Obviously I'm going to hold this against him until at least the time I die. So, needless to say, since it looked so damn easy, I needed to create these little treats myself. And who better to provide the free-range chicken than my good butchery friend, Klapper. I wonder what kind of wine matches this dish. I should really buy some sort of Asian beer, but I reckon I'm all beered out for this week. It is possible.
Should I start a food blog? I've been losing sleep over this question lately. Just kidding. Just kidding actually I've been thinking about it for approximately 10% of each day for the last two weeks. So maybe it's time. I need to brainstorm. And talk/email with other people. I mean, I don't know if I'm completely ready to join the 'professional blog' world. No offense pro bloggers, but it's kind of like joining an adult forensics team or a chess league in high school. I mean, I could bring the 'cool' to food blogging. The umph. The chutzpah. The glam. The sexxxie vibe. (I urge you to spell sexy with an -ie; it'll make you feel better.) The point I'm getting at here is if anyone has any serious recommendations or advice, do leave a comment!
Either way, it's going to be an experimental process at best. And maybe I could get my lazy ass back into HTML-coding and create a real cute-like design. I definitely have a good amount of artist friends these days that could help with the layout.
F, I am typing SO FAST. I am like Mavis Beacon's favorite god daughter right now. If you got that reference, I'll probably make out with you sans tongue. What an offer.
I hope at my funeral people will not say "Katie was a lot of talk."
That is seriously my worst fear.
See, I'm open and vulnerable this mor--afternoon. Sharing my worst fear with you weirdos.
Just kidding, everyone who reads this is neat.
STROMBOLI.
I'm sorry, it's the coffee. You know how I get.
I should hold a walkathon to raise money for my new blog. Not that it's going to cost any money. But I really just would like some more money burning a hole in my pocket. So I can go see "How to Succeed" on Broadway and vacation in India. Right. Top two things on my list. The other top two I got out of the way yesterday. That's right, ordering free samples online. I would be lying to you if I didn't admit I am expecting some free tamponz and a cookbook thanks to the internets. Now, that is some mail. I can put in a tampon while I read the cookbook. Oh my god. I just lost 45 readers. Or gained 45 women readers. Either way, I'm laughing pretty hard at my own joke. Go figure.
Have yourselves a splendid weekend and cook something good in the name of the spring season that is almost upon us! Ow ow! UNT
