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It’s 5:30 and there’s monkey bread in the oven

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

Sometime round abouts 3, I found myself in the liv­ing room, bored, and with my lap­top. One thing led to another, and there was Google, font of ran­dom knowl­edge. Typing ran­dom word com­bi­na­tions into Google, I dis­cov­ered (much as ol’ Christopher Columbus did the new world) that there is a food­stuff by the name of mon­key bread.

Being the me that I hap­pen to be, specif­i­cally, the me that you likely know to be me, I could not help but attempt to con­struct this amaz­ingly named baked good. Googling about the Internets, I decided upon a recipe from The Pioneer Woman Cooks due to a com­bi­na­tion of gen­eral recipe con­sen­sus and a fond­ness for the tone of the author’s writing.

Having cho­sen a recipe and (mostly) fol­lowed it, here I sit, typ­ing while I wait on the oven. The mon­key bread, which I can­not imag­ine being any­thing less than 4 Billion % awe­some, will be done cook­ing around 6. I’ll prob­a­bly wait around until the mon­key bread is ready to remove from its cake mold womb, pop it out, and leave it for my var­i­ous room­mates to dis­cover come tomorrow.

Tasting reports may, per­haps, fol­low, though given my post­ing track record, I would not hold out high hopes.

TCHO

Friday, May 29th, 2009

A while back, I was intro­duced by a boing­bo­ing video series (1, 2, 3) to the choco­late man­u­fac­turer TCHO. Sometime after watch­ing the video series, my friend Josh showed up to one of our poker nights with a block of TCHO choco­late. That, beta bar that Josh brought was fan­tas­tic and TCHO has fur­ther per­fected their recipes in the interim. Having recently dis­cov­ered that TCHO has opened a retail store at Pier 17 on the Embarcadero, which is quite close to where I work, I decided to pop over and grab some choco­late on my lunch break. I grabbed a TCHO-A-DAY 60-pack and have thus far tried the “Citrus” and “Chocolatey” fla­vors, which were excel­lent. This may well be the best choco­late that I have ever had.

If you would like a lit­tle bit of truly won­der­ful deca­dence in your life, I highly rec­om­mend get­ting your­self some TCHO choco­late. The engi­neer­ing, qual­ity and fla­vor to this choco­late is truly top-grade.

Everything tastes better deep fried

Monday, November 24th, 2008

With two appli­ances pri­mar­ily to blame, there’s been a lot of great culi­nary explo­ration and exper­i­men­ta­tion going on in my apart­ment of late. Firstly, I recently pur­chased a hand cranked meat grinder and; sec­ondly, Jacob, friend of the apart­ment, hav­ing room­mates who would not allow a deep fryer, bought a deep fryer for our apart­ment. The pri­mary result of the meat grinder has been lots of meat loaf, which is tasty, healthy and end­lessly reheat­able. The results of the deep fryer have, so far, been: buf­falo wings, onion rings and deep fried meat loaf, which are all amaz­ingly deli­cious and ter­ri­bly bad for us.

We’re only at the begin­ning, though, future plans include: duck burg­ers, Fosters beer bat­tered kan­ga­roo nuggets, rat­tlesnake burg­ers, loaves of every meat you can imag­ine and deep fried pretty much everything.

Vanilla Milkshakes

Monday, August 11th, 2008

I’ve been drink­ing a lot of vanilla milk­shakes recently. So we’re clear, I’m from New England and I’m not talk­ing about frappes. My vanilla milk­shake recipe is very sim­ple, very quick to make and very good:

  • glass cold milk
  • cou­ple or few tea­spoons sugar
  • table­spoon or so of vanilla extract

Stir ingre­di­ents with a spoon. Drink.

One cen­tral ele­ment of the recipe is that pre­ci­sion is not impor­tant; some­times I com­pletely leave out the sugar. Another thing worth not­ing is that while real vanilla extract is fairly expen­sive, arti­fi­cial vanilla is really cheap, espe­cially if you get it some­where like CostCo. Do not dis­may at using arti­fi­cial com­po­nents, vanillin is incred­i­bly easy to syn­the­size with no loss of fla­vor. I find it to be an incred­i­bly tasty bev­er­age, in addi­tion to being good for you (it is milk) and easy to make.

Enjoy.

Coffee: Experiments in Constitution

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

This morn­ing, I pur­chased a cup of cof­fee, a Café au lait to be spe­cific. What makes buy­ing a cup of cof­fee note­wor­thy is that it’s the first cup of cof­fee that I have pur­chased, or even con­sumed for that mat­ter, in about 3 years. I don’t nor­mally drink cof­fee for rea­sons that date back to my Junior year of high school.

I found high school exceed­ingly easy and, as a result, I was almost con­stantly bored. In spite of the fact that I usu­ally did my home­work dur­ing other classes so as to avoid doing it at home, I rarely slept sufficiently–a habit that I’ve car­ried with me since. The not sleep­ing meant I drank cof­fee in the morn­ings, rather a decent amount. The bore­dom, and who I am, led to exper­i­ments of all sorts. Eventually, the log­i­cal hap­pened, I com­bined my cof­fee with my exper­i­ment­ing. I usu­ally made cof­fee with our Moka Express–a phe­nom­e­nal device for mak­ing good cof­fee by the way–so that served as the plat­form for my exper­i­men­ta­tion. Mokas pro­duce rather tasty and very potent cof­fee. My first exper­i­ment involved the pro­duc­tion of three Mokas worth of cof­fee, which were then boiled down to the vol­ume of a sin­gle mug; the boil­ing down con­cen­trated the caf­feine but absolutely ruined the fla­vor. Experiment one was a resound­ing suc­cess; I was alert, wired and full of energy all day, though I did crash at the end of the day and become quite exhausted. At the time, I had a bit of a pen­chant for con­sum­ing cake frost­ing (if only I still had my teenage metab­o­lism) and I sus­pect the con­tainer I ate that day helped main­tain blood-sugar lev­els against the energy drain­ing effects of caf­feine. Obviously, my sec­ond exper­i­ment, which occurred a num­ber of weeks later, involved the same process and four Mokas; again there was cake frost­ing and it was quite a suc­cess, though I did suf­fer some jit­ters and stom­ach dis­com­fort. Worth not­ing, I esti­mate a caf­feine con­tent of approx­i­mately 200mg per Moka, with acute over­dose lev­els start­ing some­where around the 300mg range, mod­ulo tol­er­ance; hos­pi­tal­iza­tion can be nec­es­sary for as lit­tle as 2000mg. Not will­ing to be deterred, or per­haps just being a com­plete idiot, later on came exper­i­ment three: five Mokas boiled down to one cup. Experiment three was a com­plete fail­ure, per­haps there was too much caf­feine, per­haps it was a lack of cake frost­ing; what­ever the rea­son, I was done in. I couldn’t focus; my hands shook to a large degree; I was nau­se­ated to the point of vom­it­ing; it took a sub­stan­tial por­tion of my willpower to hide my sit­u­a­tion from my teach­ers and peers, even­tu­ally mak­ing it through the day, col­laps­ing in bed and sleep­ing for an exces­sive period of time.

Aside from the neg­a­tive effects imme­di­ately fol­low­ing exper­i­ment three, I devel­oped a strong psy­cho­so­matic allergy to the fla­vor of cof­fee, as indi­cated by an inabil­ity to stom­ach decaf­feinated cof­fee, cof­fee ice cream or any­thing with a hint of cof­fee fla­vor while still being able to con­sume large quan­ti­ties of caf­feinated soda. Every so often, I have tried to con­sume some­thing cof­fee related, usu­ally try­ing for very min­i­mally cof­fee options, and I have slowly found myself more capa­ble of stom­ach­ing them. Most recently, I think that I had a bot­tled Starbucks frap­pachino drink thing and was only some­what nau­se­ated by the experience.

Today, how­ever, I would say that I have only been min­i­mally nau­se­ated; to such a min­i­mal extent, I would say, that I may see about bring­ing cof­fee back into my life. My psy­cho­so­matic cof­fee intol­er­ance is a weak­ness of con­sti­tu­tion that I would really like to kick. Further test­ing is clearly nec­es­sary but I am cau­tiously optimistic.

Neopolitan Cake

Tuesday, April 8th, 2008

I did make a three-layered (vanilla/strawberry/chocolate) cake but that’s not really what I want to talk about; I’m only ref­er­enc­ing it in the title and begin­ning of this post to spite Hippo, who con­de­scend­ingly sug­gested I blog about my cake. I’d far rather talk about the party I threw Sunday in honor of my recent birthday.

I can say, with­out reser­va­tion, that this was one of the best birth­day par­ties that I can remem­ber and it was all thanks to the peo­ple. The turn out was spec­tac­u­lar, includ­ing col­lege friends, high school friends I haven’t seen in years, co-worker friends and friends-of-friends (some of whom I had not pre­vi­ously met). The party was set to kick off at 3pm, with snacks, beers and even­tual bar­be­cu­ing but peo­ple didn’t start show­ing up until nearly 4pm. For a short while, the turnout seemed like it might be a bit low but then we must have hit the fash­ion­ably late turn­ing point and it turned into quite the social gath­er­ing, peak­ing at around 20–25 peo­ple. People were still show­ing up well into the evening and it didn’t start to dwin­dle much until about 10pm or 11pm. I can’t quite say that it went off with­out a hitch as there were cer­tainly some issues but every­thing went well in the end.

It was a great party, every­thing that I had hoped, and my thanks go out to every­one who showed up.

Numerology and Synchronicity in Restaurant Stubs

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

When I see a num­ber or sequence, I have a ten­dency to decon­struct it into other num­bers or sequences; I do this with license plates, addresses, receipt stubs and all other man­ner of things. It is receipt stubs, specif­i­cally from restau­rants that I’d like to take as my dis­cus­sion nucleus today. Yesterday, for the first time, I got a steak and cheese from Theo’s Cheesesteak at the Rincon Center nearby and I hap­pened to be order num­ber 64. Upon see­ing 64, I inter­nally decon­structed it to 2^6 and spent the sub­se­quent few moments think­ing gen­er­ally about pow­ers of two. Today, hav­ing enjoyed yesterday’s cheeses­teak, I decided to get another and went, again, to Theo’s where I, once again, hap­pened to be order num­ber 64. Performing the same decon­struc­tion to 2^6 imme­di­ately reminded me that I had been given 64 yes­ter­day, allow­ing me to note that I had received the same num­ber from the same restau­rant, two days in a row. Coincidence: yes; syn­chronic­ity: I found it mean­ing­ful, so yes; evi­dence for numerol­ogy: oh come on, no.

This par­tic­u­lar syn­chronic­ity got me think­ing philo­soph­i­cally about the nature of sig­nif­i­cance and how we attach mean­ing to things. We humans are pat­tern find­ers, we do it very well and we tend to do it uncon­sciously. Patterns sim­plify the world and allow us to abstract things into eas­ier pieces. Since we use pat­terns to bet­ter under­stand tho world, we tend to do our best to fit things into pat­terns, even if it’s merely a coin­ci­den­tal pat­tern, which is fine because pat­terns do arise spon­ta­neously. People, in my expe­ri­ence, tend to con­flate the exis­tence of a pat­tern with the pres­ence of mean­ing. In the case of num­bers, I believe that the rel­a­tive ease of con­struct­ing arbi­trary pat­terns often leads peo­ple to attach mean­ing to things that are ran­dom in nature. I know that I’m guilty of attach­ing mean­ing where it isn’t due but, at least, I tend to be con­scious of and com­plicit in my misattributions.

The ques­tion now is whether or not I should get a cheeses­teak tomor­row, for pseu­do­science and all.

Like a block of sex

Thursday, June 28th, 2007

Rogue Smokey Blue cheese is like a block of sex. I recently found myself in the cheese sec­tion of one of our fancier local gro­cer­sand found myself buy­ing cheese, as often hap­pens to me in such sit­u­a­tions. One of the cheeses that I bought was Rogue Smokey Blue, which I chose because I wanted a blue cheese and there was a sign claim­ing that this par­tic­u­lar one had won some award. Upon return­ing to my place of res­i­dence and try­ing the var­i­ous cheeses that I had obtained, I dis­cov­ered that I had cho­sen a real gem. So, if you’re look­ing for a good blue cheese, I highly rec­om­mend the Rogue Smokey Blue.

Ambrosia between two slices of bread

Wednesday, June 13th, 2007

(inclu­sive)

Coming home after an evening of light rev­elry, I found myself a might bit peck­ish. Finding myself in such a sit­u­a­tion and feel­ing it best to resolve mat­ters before I set sail for the shad­owy realm known to us as sleep, I set about mak­ing myself a sand­wich. Having availed myself of the bounty to be found at the most local super­mar­ket ear­lier in this day, I found a num­ber of won­drous sub­stances at the ready. Beginning with two slices of German Dark Wheat bread, I set myself upon the first ingre­di­ent that caught my atten­tion: chunky peanut but­ter. The peanut but­ter added to the mix, I found myself at a grand impasse: Nutella or rasp­berry pre­serves. Upon real­iz­ing that the joy of peanut but­ter and jam had crossed my pal­let more recently than the exquis­ite­ness of peanut but­ter and Nutella, I selected Nuitella to grace the slice of bread oppo­site my chunky peanut but­ter. Moments before I brought the Nutella coated bread and the chunky peanut but­ter coated bread together, a fan­tas­tic idea struck me.Coming to me in a flash was the notion that I could pour a bit of honey down upon the bread before seal­ing the sand­wich. This stroke of inspired genius led to the con­struc­tion of my first chunky peanut but­ter, Nutella and honey on dark wheat sand­wich ever. As sand­wiches go, this one has few par­al­lels or competitors.

Truly, I must have a muse hang­ing over my shoul­ders. Only a muse of truly divine merit could inspire me to devise such an ambrosial delight.

A Not So Pale Lager and A Hefty Tripel

Thursday, April 5th, 2007

It’s time for a beer update. Before I go any­where, I should like to note that I am a beer brewer and not a beer judge so my descrip­tive ter­mi­nol­ogy may not be offi­cial or even accu­rate. Now, let’s talk about vic­tory; vic­tory and beer.

I cracked open the first bot­tle of my, sup­posed to be pale, lager last Saturday to mixed feel­ings of joy and dis­ap­point­ment. Upon pour­ing the beer from bot­tle to glass, it was imme­di­ately obvi­ous that my attempt at mak­ing a pale lager did not come out very pale. My goal was to pro­duce a very pale lager of 2–4SRM but the result is far closer to 8-12SRM. Accepting that the color might be off but it might still taste like a Pale Lager, I moved on to tast­ing. Upon tast­ing the lager, it was clear that I had not accom­plished the crisp, clear pale lager style but man­aged a heav­ier, hop­pier style of lager. Although the beer is in no way pale, it is nonethe­less very good; it is an accept­able mis­take. I believe that my mis­take prob­a­bly arose from two prob­lems: my malts were too dark and my lager­ing was not cold enough. I like the beer and I fig­ure it makes for a valiant first attempt at a lager but I will be try­ing again to see if I can man­age a pale lager at some point in the future.

On Tuesday, as a birth­day present for myself, I finally tapped my tripel ale keg. Filling a glass, I was greeted with noth­ing less than a com­plete ful­fill­ment of my hopes and aspi­ra­tions. The beer is clear of any haze and has a very nice amber color, give or take, about 15SRM. There is a very pleas­ant aroma, some­what fruity and almost candy-like. Upon tast­ing, I knew that I had met and exceeded my expec­ta­tions; the fla­vor is that of a Belgian white beer, smooth, fruity and with a low bit­ter­ness, but has the strong malt over­tones of a bar­ley­wine or con­ven­tional tripel ale. The malty char­ac­ter is more sub­dued and less over pow­er­ing than that of most bar­ley­wines or tripels I have encoun­tered, which suits my pref­er­ences. The beer’s alco­hol con­tent of about 9–12% is very well masked by the fla­vors of the beer and puts it slightly out of the stan­dard range of a tripel ale, into that of bar­ley­wines and quadru­pel ales. This beer is, in my opin­ion, a phe­nom­e­nal sip­ping beer, with a heck of a kick to it; it’s eas­ily one of the best tripel or quadru­pel style ales I’ve ever had. I will def­i­nitely be keep­ing this recipe and hope­fully I’ll have ample oppor­tu­nity to use it again in the future.

The Accidental Vintner

Saturday, March 24th, 2007

For those of you that I haven’t told, a while back, I took up brew­ing beer, wine and the like as hob­bies. So far, I’ve had a pretty fan­tas­tic run of things with only a small hand­ful of fail­ures, none of which were ter­ri­bly unexpected.

My first brew­ing was some­time last September or October. With the help of my friend Paul, I brewed an Irish Red style Ale. Being our first brew­ing expe­ri­ence, we used a pre-prepared kit. Earlier on the day we brewed, how­ever, I had gone apple pick­ing with some other house­mates so we decided to mod­ify the recipe by toss­ing a few apples into the wort. The result we obtained after 2 or 3 weeks fer­ment­ing and 2 weeks aging/carbonating was really quite good. We had cre­ated a nice, smooth Irish Red style Ale, with a mild but notable taste of apple. While we made our way through the first 24 bot­tles, which had been refrig­er­ated after 2 weeks aging, the remain­ing 24 had been left in the base­ment con­tin­u­ing to age. After fin­ish­ing the first 24 we moved on to the sec­ond to dis­cover that they were even smoother but had lost a lit­tle of the apple character.

Having suc­ceeded at brew­ing a tasty beer, I decided to try my hand at var­i­ous other fer­men­ta­tions so I picked up a num­ber of dry yeast pack­ets at my local brew­ing store and set at it. I made up three 1 gal­lon solu­tions with equal quan­ti­ties of fer­mentable sugar: one with cane sugar, one with molasses and one with maple syrup. These were each given a num­ber of weeks to fer­ment. After fer­men­ta­tion, I gave them each a try and dis­cov­ered that the molasses “wine”, although alco­holic, was totally undrink­able; the sugar “wine” was alco­holic but com­pletely bland (a good result for less than a dol­lar in raw mate­ri­als); the maple “wine” was actu­ally rather tasty but not tasty enough for its cost.

After the exper­i­men­tal “wines”, I decided to give proper wine a shot (by proper I mean grape fla­vored, not high qual­ity). I pro­ceeded to make up two large buck­ets full of wine from Welch’s grape juice and sugar (as an adjunct, if you will). the buck­ets were allowed to fer­ment for a num­ber of weeks. The wines’ fer­men­ta­tion cycles coin­cided very nicely with the sched­ul­ing of a Mardi Gras party my house was throw­ing. Myself hav­ing 8 gal­lons of really cheap, but not all that bad, wine and throw­ing a party made for an obvi­ous com­bi­na­tion. I set aside 2 gal­lons of the wine as my “Special Reserve” and used the remain­der to pro­duce san­gria for the party. The san­gria went over very well, tast­ing so good that it prompted a num­ber of indi­vid­u­als to ques­tion whether or not it was alco­holic. Tasting of the wine prior to san­gria pro­duc­tion and lat­ter con­sump­tion of my “Special Reserve” con­firmed that the wine was plenty alco­holic. Consumption of the “Special Reserve” also proved quite tasty on a lat­ter date.

My next attempt, which was started whilst the Welch’s wines were fer­ment­ing was also my great­est fail­ure, a sake. I didn’t feel like deal­ing with koji-kin (it’d take a while to explain, so you can look it up inde­pen­dently) so I decided to go with the old-fashioned way and mas­ti­cated a whole lot of rice. It was a bit of a gross thing to mas­ti­cate my way through two gal­lons of rice but it was an inter­est­ing exer­cise. After adding yeast and wait­ing a num­ber of weeks, the con­coc­tion was a ter­ri­bly smelling, undrink­able mess. In ret­ro­spect, I prob­a­bly should have pas­teur­ized it before adding the yeast.

Prior to start­ing the wines, I started my sec­ond and third batches of beer. The sec­ond was the result dis­cov­er­ing that I could dis­as­sem­ble empty beer kegs and fill them with my own beer. That dis­cov­ered, I set about design­ing a cross between a Hefeweizen and a Belgian Tripel Ale (two of my favorite beer styles). The Belgian Tripel Weizen designed, I enlisted Paul’s aid once more and we set about brew­ing 18 gal­lons of beer. The beer was allowed to fer­ment for two weeks and then the spe­cific grav­ity was checked. The grav­ity had not decreased suf­fi­ciently so another week was waited, then another and then finally 15.5 gal­lons of the beer were moved into the keg (Tripel Ales take a long time to fer­ment due to high sugar con­tent ). It was about two or three weeks ago that the ale was kegged and I am wait­ing until April 3rd to tap it; I’m giv­ing it plenty of time to con­di­tion and this way I can make it a birth­day present to myself. All pre­lim­i­nary tests seem to indi­cate that it will taste fan­tas­tic and I am wait­ing with bated breath.

My third beer attempt started shortly after my sec­ond. I fig­ured that the cold Minnesota win­ter would likely make some place in my house cold enough for lager­ing. The deci­sion of what sort of a lager didn’t take too long; I went with the clas­sic, albeit a lit­tle bor­ing, Pale Lager style. Wanting to take the purists approach, I decided to base mine on the orig­i­nal Pale Lager style beer, Pilsner Urquell. This beer has fin­ished its fer­men­ta­tion and just recently fin­ished (as far as I’m con­cerned) its lager­ing and was bot­tled. Preliminary test­ing sug­gests that it’ll turn out well enough, time now to wait for carbonation.

These, of course, have been all of my inten­tional brew­ing adven­tures. Now, don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoy my inten­tional brew­ing and have been mean­ing to men­tion it here for a while, but this post was inspired by a recent bit of acci­den­tal brew­ing. As a result of prepar­ing and drink­ing some left­over frozen juice con­cen­trate as plain juice. More specif­i­cally, I’ve been drink­ing lots of white grape juice and vari­ants thereon. A few days ago, I made up a pitcher full of white grape-pear juice and brought it up to my room. I was drink­ing the juice slowly and then a few days ago it started to taste a lit­tle off. The taste wasn’t off enough for me to think any­thing was amiss but then, two days ago, I noticed some funny spindly things that looked like mold in it. I decided to throw out the spoiled juice but it was late and I was tired so I put off doing so until the next day. Yesterday, the next day, I for­got about the juice for a while, remem­ber­ing only at a time when I didn’t feel like doing any­thing about it. By yes­ter­day, the spindly things had set­tled into a beige mass at the bot­tom of the juice that looked an awful lot like what grows in inten­tion­ally fer­mented bev­er­ages. Putting the mat­ter off again, I went to sleep. Today, when I went to check on my pitcher of juice, I noticed that it was bub­bly and smelled of alco­hol. Without adding yeast, in fact by doing noth­ing more than leav­ing a pitcher of juice in my room, I had cre­ated wine. This inter­ests and amuses me greatly because it was quite likely the way in which alco­hol was orig­i­nally invented.

Coconuts

Sunday, February 25th, 2007

For the longest time, I really did not like coconut; mostly I couldn’t stand the shred­ded coconut that they put on candy bars, cakes and the like. Then, just recently, I hap­pened to be watch­ing Man vs. Wild, which is a fan­tas­tic show, and Bear Grylls was hark­ing on about the awe­some­ness of coconuts, hav­ing har­vested one for food and water. Having Bear Grylls speak so pos­i­tively of coconuts caused me to desire one greatly and, in spite of my pre­vi­ous dis­like thereof, I went to Rainbow–my local grocer–and bought a coconut for myself.

Much like lob­sters, another thing that I used to hate but have come to love, coconuts have a hard shell that is fan­tas­ti­cally fun to crack open. As with lob­ster, I have always like crack­ing coconuts open and have recently come to a changed taste opin­ion. I now find coconuts to be mighty tasty. On top of their mighty tasti­ness, coconuts are really quite good for you, serv­ing as a great source of vit­a­mins, min­er­als and fiber. To throw an inter­est­ing fact into the fray, coconut water is an iso­tonic liq­uid that can be used as an intra­venous fluid. Basically, coconuts are awe­some and I was a fool for not believ­ing as such earlier.

Sunset on Neptune

Saturday, January 21st, 2006

I’ve invented a new cock­tail, which I’ve decided to call the Sunset on Neptune because it’s blue, red and pretty. The drink looks dif­fer­ent depend­ing on what direc­tion you look at it from and your light­ing con­di­tions, rang­ing from light blue, to deep vio­let, to dark red. In addi­tion to its fan­tas­tic aes­thetic qual­i­ties, the Sunset on Neptune is a very tasty and fairly alco­holic orange/grenadine fla­vored bev­er­age. The ingre­di­ents are as fol­lows and there are a few dif­fer­ent ways to make it: (all quan­ti­ties are approx­i­mate and should be var­ied to per­sonal tastes)

  • 1 part Vodka
  • 1 part Blue Curacao
  • 2 parts orange juice soda (Polar Orange Dry, Orangina, or the like; not orange soda)
  • 1/2 part Grenadine

Take a glass full of ice (prefer­ably large cubes) and pour in the vodka. Add the orange juice soda and stir. Add the Blue Curacao to the mix­ture; now if you stir, the mix­ture will be blue, but it you don’t there will be a thin green/orange layer on top with a slightly dif­fer­ent fla­vor. Now, slowly pour the Grenadine into the mix­ture; if you stir now, the drink will be pur­ple but, if you don’t stir, you will have a red layer at the bot­tom and a blue layer on top. If you decide not to stir the Curacao or Grenadine lay­ers, you’ll get a really neat red/violet/blue/green/orange/etc. thing going with a nice fla­vor gra­di­ent as well. Overall, I’m fan­tas­ti­cally pleased with the con­coc­tion and would love to hear feed­back from other people.

Also, I’m going to go out on a limb and spec­u­late that the same thing can be done with orange juice instead of orange juice soda and I’m going to go ahead and coin that Neptune’s Screwdriver.

Oh, and if you’ve got a bet­ter name, I’m not mar­ried to Sunset on Neptune.

I am Hansel and Gretel…

Thursday, December 29th, 2005

…and McDonald’s is the witch try­ing to fat­ten me up so she can eat me. I mean, come on, $1 for one apple pie and $1 dol­lar for two apple pies; I didn’t want two but I’ll be damned if I’m going to pass on a free apple pie. I prob­a­bly would have been fine with pay­ing 75¢ for one; McDonald’s, unless your plan is to make less money, your eco­nom­ics are wrong.

The Super Secret Value Meal

Friday, December 16th, 2005

Super Secret Value Meal McDonald’s would like to have you believe that Value Meals are what you want and that they’re cheaper than other options but they’re push­ing for­ward half-truths; Value Meals are what you want (or at least what I want when I’m not going for the sole pur­pose of buy­ing fries) but they are not cheaper than the alter­na­tives. The key to get­ting a good value at McDonald’s is real­iz­ing that the sand­wiches in Value Meals are really expen­sive (>$3) and that dou­ble cheese­burg­ers are on the dol­lar menu; in case you want a lit­tle wtf, a nor­mal cheese­burger is more expen­sive at $1.09. The price of a reg­u­lar sized Quarter Pounder Value Meal is $5.09 pre-tax and the price of a dou­ble cheese­burger, large fries and large coke is $4.38 pre-tax, so where’s your value now, Value Meal? Yeah, that’s right Value Meal, you got noth­ing, punk.

This how­ever is not the end of the story, we haven’t got­ten to the Super Secret Value Meal yet. Ok, so about how I was just say­ing that Value Meals aren’t a value, it’s not entirely true because there’s an excep­tion. The excep­tion is what I’ve decided to call the Super Secret Value Meal, which is a bit of a mis­nomer because it’s not so much super secret as just kinda secret, but Super Secret Value Meal sounds a lot cooler than Kinda Secret Value Meal. I dis­cov­ered the Super Secret Value Meal when I looked at my receipt and noticed a funny line that said VALUE MEAL SAVINGS –0.49; you save money when you buy a sand­wich, fries and drink combo, even if it’s not listed as a value meal. George: 1, McDonald’s: >1,000,000,000 served.

Caffeine my old friend, how’ve you been?

Wednesday, December 14th, 2005

I decided to bring my tea pot and some of my tea to work today and the result was, of course, that I drank a bunch of tea today (three pots). The first two pots I brewed were of Russian Caravan, which is a very good, dark, high caf­feine tea. Now, I’ve been liv­ing an almost caffeine-free life for the past few months and so my sys­tem reacted rather strongly to two pots of strong tea, leav­ing me rather on the wired side by noon; my reac­tion was a lit­tle stronger than I would like, but it’s not unpleas­ant and in the past it’s been fan­tas­tic in improv­ing my per­for­mance in a given day. I guess, in short, I’ve redis­cov­ered caf­feine and oh man, is it great.

Lobster

Monday, August 15th, 2005

It turns out that I no longer dis­like lob­ster. In fact, I have moved on to rather enjoy­ing the taste of the lit­tle buggers.