I woke up Wednesday morning with my grumblepots face on, disappointed that all the planning that went into my world domination scheme was lost. I was so down. How come Satan never showed up? Why had the prophecy not come true? Why did I have absolutely no clean clothes to wear?
David cheered me up by pointing out that an army of winged demons was probably more trouble than it was worth. They’re just a bunch of assholes and they don’t really follow directions all that well and they probably have really high vet bills. What I don;t need in my life right now are stubborn assholes with high vet bills, I have enough of that as it is.
Someone else pointed out that you’d have to be pretty damned evil to have satan skip out on an appointment with you. That made me feel better too. I’m so badass that I get the best birthday AND satan is scared of me. Go me!
Speaking of high vet bills…
Maddie is getting better (yet again). Her kidneys and her liver are functioning as they should be, she does not hav parasites and she shows no sign of infection. SO she’s either allergic to her food or the 5 weeks of antibiotics killed all the bacteria in her belly making it hard to digest food. We have her on a half mushy, half crunchy diet. She seems to be eating it and it seems to be coming out in a manner pleasing to those in the know.
You know?
Birthday party fun being planned for this weekend. I’m staying out of the planning (except to bug people to rsvp). I’m leaving the planning to David and my sister. I’m tired of planning parties, i want someone to plan the party instead!
And the obligatory food bit for Auntie Sue:
Made sweet corn and butternut squash enchiladas last night. The filling was spiced with deep, rich low tones, cinnamon, oregano, ancho chiles, raisins, cardamom, cumin and coriander. The sauce was tomatoes, tomatillos and cilantro. I left that as a bright, high note affair seasoning it with salt, lime juice, sanaam peppers and a touch of cumin. As I was assembling the dish I thought the sauce might be too watery, but it ended up being just right. The bright flavor of the sauce interplayed with the hominess of the filling. Will I make them again? hell yeah!
Monthly Archives: June 2006
Bow before me, bitches
So, this seems odd, the horsemen have not yet shown up! They were supposed to pick me up to take me in to get fitted for my armor and scepter and throne.
It was supposed to happen today!
Today was surprisingly mundane and non-satanic! I brought maddie t the vet, I had vietnamese food for lunch, I ate some candy.
And in a decidedly non-hellish moment, my air conditioning got fixed.
What. The. Hell?
It’s my birthday! It’s the day! It’s my birthday and it fell on THE DAY!!!! Why have I not risen? I’m gonna duct tape the dogs together to make a cerberus and and jam some chopsticks into my head for horns!
I WILL RULE OVER YOU!!!!!
Other than my lack of rising, I had a lovely birthday, David took me to the Udupi Cafe for South Indian food, we ate until our bellies hurt. I think my favorite was the veggies in the yogurt, carrots, eggplant and zucchini in a coconut and yogurt sauce. We also had masala dosa, I really need to learn to make these at home, they’re like the Indian version of a burrito but the wrap is half way between crispy and chewy. These were filled with spiced potatoes and lentils.
Okay, I think I hear some horse hooves punding fire into the pavement…gotta go
edit
ooooh the air conditioning died again! There’s hope.
Flat skinny round
Maddie is not longer vomiting all over the floor or shitting blood everywhere but she’s still not eating her regular food, only soft stuff. She’s lost so much weight. I may have to take her back to the vet. I’m so worried about her. She’s so thin it’s painful to look at her. David suggested having her teeth looked at, maybe she has a sore tooth and that’s keeping her from eating.
I bought a lot of soft food today and will make another meat and rice stew, this time with a blade roast I have in the freezer.
This morning we went to one of Pablo’s cereal parties where I ate two bowls of chocolate peanut butter cap’n crunch with whole milk. All that sugar and fat made me sick.
I made up for it though, I made a spinach/sweet potato/chick pea korma with mock duck, a veggie masala with spaghetti squash, broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, green beans and tomatoes. I also made garlic/onion naan for david and potato/pea naan for myself. So healthy I could have died!
Of course I chased it down with a cocktail made of tangerine orange juice and my grandfather’s homemade cherry cordial.
So essentially, it was a day of food. Either Maddie’s food and wondering what food will make it better, or my food and wondering if I can’t just spend every hour of every day cooking for people.
Fantastical
I dreamed I was at a live comedy show. The show was interactive and the comedien came out into the audience often to ask questions.
Because it was my dream he came to ask me questions. He asked me what my sexiest fantasy was. I answered.
I told him that I wanted the Spice Girls to play suction cup darts on my naked butt.
yeah, i don’t know either.
The Hyperboly of vicodin
After my surgery they gave me a bottle of vicodin to take as needed (up to 8 in a 24 hour period). I took the vicodin. I took the vicodin and chilled and napped and watched movies and chilled and napped and had my picture taken to be placed next to the definition of ‘chilled’ in the dictionary.
Then I started to notice something strange. I was in love with everything! EVERYTHING! Whenever I went to bed it became the most comfortable bed ever. My naps on the sofa were the most comfortable naps ever. My dogs were the funniest things ever, movies had never been so entertaining.
The Friday after my surgery I was making a chicken sandwich (by which I mean I was gracelessly tearing chicken off the carcass with my left hand and slapping it on sloppily mayonaissed bread), I took the sandwich, my baby carrots and my spicy hummus and sat down to watch more Battlestar Galactica. The first bite was good, the second was better.
OH MY GOD!!! This was the best chicken sandwich I had ever eaten! I wanted to get on my cooking group and tell them the secret to the chicken sandwich, I wanted to figure out how to describe it on here so YOU, my faithful readers, would know the love of a good chicken sandwich.
I knew that even if I described it, you would not appreciate it unless you were here with me and I made it for you with my left hand. This was the chicken sandwich prophesied in the bible, “and, lo, the wrong armed temptress would create a sumptuous dish of fowl and multigrained manna and it shall be good”.
Then I realized, whoa, this is just a chicken sandwich. It’s good, but it’s…not phenomenol.
It’s just a sandwich.
That day I decided to stop taking the vicodin. I figured if I kept taking it then chicken sandwiches would only attain this level of attraction while I was on the pills and I would have to take more and more vicodin just to make the chicken sandwiches palatable.
My surgeon told me I had great self control and I didn’t know how to tell her it had nothing to do with self control, I just didn’t want to ruin chicken sandwiches.