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Good god. It's 5:22 and I just spent two hours speaking softly in a dark room. A sort of discourse of tragedy-- a tragedy shared by two.
The wedding was fun. Maura tried to bust in and steal my bride so I beat her senseless with an inflatable robot (who also happened to function as my best man). My ring is very sparkly. Or sparkely. Or something.
Something I've realized: I should give up writing.
I cooked lots of stuff today but it was megasuperfun because meg's farmhouse has an awesome kitchen. As I mentioned before in one of my entries (I'm too lazy to dig up the exact one and link it) an island is essential for any good kitchen. The list of things cooked:
Cut thin slices of tenderloin and add a dab of horseradish or wasabi. Then place a little piece of romaine heart and a slice of roasted red pepper on the beef and wrap it up. Skewer on a toothpick.
I think I stole this idea from one of my mother's magazines while I was home which means it was probably a Martha Stewart idea. Slice a wheel of camembert in half horizontally so two thin discs of cheese are left. Between the discs place a layer of finely diced pears. Add more pears to the top, along with chopped walnuts, and a hearty amount of honey. Serve with crackers.
Carmelize a good batch of onions by sauting them on low-med in a mixture of 1/2 olive oil 1/2 butter. Cook some bacon and make sure that it's fairly crispy. Crumble the bacon into small bits. Prepare crostini by brushing olive oil onto baguette slices and then baking until crisp. After crostini have cooled spread an even, thin layer of goat cheese onto each piece. Top with onions and bacon to taste, probably the more the better.
This was a recipe I made up just for the party, I think it still needs some refinement but it's a good start. You'll need equal amounts of three kinds of mushrooms (I used portabella {marinated, grilled}, porchini {rehydrated}, and shitake {sauteed with butter}). Dice them up nice and small and mix in a large bowl with about 2/3 their mass in asiago (asagio, meg. heh.) cheese. Add garlic, add a bit of olive oil, mix. Place a heaping teaspoon sized lump in the center of a phyllo triangle. I would explain the process of working with phyllo but it's A) complicated B) long and C) explained much better in most cooking books.
Add to food processor to taste: kalamata olives, sicilian olives, olive oil, garlic, lemon juice, capers, anchovies. Process until a fine paste that is easily spreadable. Serve with Carr's water crackers.
Meg cooked some yummy cheese bread olive things that puffed up rather large. She also made a west african stew that was gooby goob. Ben made an artichoke dip a la meg's direction and stefan helped me prepare the crostini. Sarah was of immense help with the phyllo and she also brought some delicious bread. Sarah, it seems, is a master of the oven.
My finger is hurting, the nail is all funky, I think I messed something up. urgh. No disasters! Amazing. I was expecting something too, especially when we heard that Russia launched three missles via an ABC News leak. They were not launched at us, apparently.
The night is quiet, and dark, and long.
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Woke up late and wrapped presents. I had a hell of a time wrapping this cubizoidal triangle shaped thingy thingy. Yeah, something like that, what you need to know: it was hard to wrap.
When I went downstairs I was alerted that Yeltsin has stepped down and handed control of Russia (and presumably all of their missles) to a military psycho who has promised to "piss on all of [russia's] enemies." He was talking specifically about the Chechnyian (that can't be spelled correctly) rebels but my god is his quote a little scary.
The television downstairs just said that they local officals are "very encouraged by the lack of y2k problems so far" which makes me wonder how well they understand the problem. Fools. Whatever.
The sun is falling and the rows of soil are illuminated in such a way that, minus the snow, I could be looking out my window at home. Agricultural land always makes me think of home.
I am still sick and still not happy about it. My nose is all icky and hurty from blowing it too much. At least the ear ache went away.
Dana, Meg, and Maura are out shopping for "girl things" right now and the rest of us are just hanging out at the farmhouse. We went grocery shopping and the only barren shelf that I saw was for hashbrowns. So. hashbrowns must be the perceived key to survival durring the post millennium mess.
Tonight Meg and Sarah cooked an amazing meal while I sat around in the kitchen and watched them. And took up space.
We played clue and I won with Mr Green in the Lounge with the Pipe. Yay. Ben thought he was trying to be sneaky but instead he was just wrong.
Iowa is flat but nice. It's not even that cold! Did you know that "Blart" is a noise that a cow makes? Well, neither did I until I came here.
The house is amazing, meg is a gracious hostess, and all is well. Except me, I am sick. Bleah.
Now some pictures:
I've been playing the accordion lately. I'm not very good. Bleah! BLEAH! I like it though.
Ok. I'm tired. Going to bed, I think.