Random Kitchen Love, Mostly

[persephone_kore]

I like my set of three mesh strainers that was the same price as one strainer of another brand. Perhaps there was something superior about the other one, but these are entirely adequate for everything I've used them for, and it's convenient to have multiple sizes.

I like the scrub brush I picked up impulsively off a sale table. It gets down into the glasses that are quite nice in other ways, but won't let even my small hands through the mouth to scrub them properly.

I like my new pair of blue mugs. I haven't actually used them yet, but they would hold a lovely cup of hot cocoa or a serving of tomato soup, and they can go in the dishwasher and the microwave, but I could also get my hand down inside to clean them. They caught my eye in a display of other mugs, and I took one down and saw that it was about half the price of most of the other mugs. And probably sturdier than most of them, too. I look forward to giving them a workout this winter. (I need to go buy Whole Foods out of a substantial fraction of their corn display if they've still got the same price as last time I was there. And then freeze a lot of it. I think that would do good things for my willingness to eat vegetables this winter.)

I think I have put too much vanilla flavoring into my boiled custard, although I'm more amused than worried. I just poured some in instead of measuring. I did not realize quite how generous I had been with it until I stirred, whereupon my custard turned from a creamy color to a pale tan. I decided it needed straining because the lumps became visible by dint of not absorbing the vanilla.

I also like charmisjess's reaction to my foray into recipe invention. I started with trying to come up with a random "planetary-local" dish that Dooku might like. Her Serenno tea ceremony (Oh! And possibly the Schadenfreude Pie recipe) provided a conceptual starting point and probably the idea of it being sort of strongly flavored and bitter, and then since I was after solid meal-type food, the idea somehow absorbed a kind of eggroll and a lot of morbid symbolism.

Comments

[persephone-kore.livejournal.com]

This one is called something that technically translates to "treacherous stab in the back from a trusted companion" and is colloquially shortened in Basic/English to "stab rolls." It involves organ meat (preferably heart and liver, for being stabbed in), bitter greens, and cacao powder, all wrapped up in a large honeyed egg noodle and pinned savagely together with a toothpick.

It is something of an acquired taste. Those who acquire it tend to do so, appropriately, with a vengeance.

(I get along very poorly with bitter foods, so I am not actually likely to try fixing this.)

[kalquessa.livejournal.com]

Wow. That is awesome and yet...repulsive. Not sure I'd get along with the organ meat, though the rest sounds doable.

[persephone-kore.livejournal.com]

Well, you could always make substitutions if you're willing to cut back on the morbid symbolism. ("It's just a flesh wound!")

I picture it more as a common dish with a lot of variations (and a fanciful name) than a One True Recipe.

[persephone-kore.livejournal.com]

But yes, it was definitely supposed to be... less than immediately appealing. So I am greatly pleased by your response. *grin*