Today while making and eating breakfast, all I could imagine were two Rhiannons, sitting at the kitchen table, one wearing a top hat, the other wearing a monocle (but from the waist down were wearing the same thing I'm wearing, orange sweatpant shorts and a navy and white horizontal striped nightie with a big pink anchor on the front) having this conversation:
Monocle: "Why, Rhiannon, this cup of coffee is quite simply superb"
Top Hat: "Why thank you, Rhiannon. It is fine, indeed. And speaking of fine, this scrambled egg sandwich is absolutely divine. What IS the secret ingredient?"
Monocle: "I don't pre-cook the onions. I find it helps with the texture. But really. What is it about this coffee that warms my heart so, Rhiannon?"
Top Hat: "Onions! My word! And...Jack cheese? All the way from Monterey? Why, you gourmet! And think nothing of the coffee, It's simply a Kona/Sumatra blend."
Monocle: "Ah! That would explain it. And yes, I get my Jack Cheese all the way from Monterey. There's this local boutique. Safe... something. Anyway, they ship it for me specially. I find it goes well with their special "Whole Wheat" Bread, don't you? In fact, the sublime coffee you made this fine afternoon really brings out it's undertones of hazelnut, I think."
Top Hat: "My, aren't we the cleverest couple of breakfast makers awake in this apartment at this moment?!"
(and then they both chortle in a distinctly British fashion)
Since I've been so unbelievably busy lately (between working, Peach, Nancy getting in a car accident and needing extra Peachcare, Nancy's planned knee surgery today requiring even more Peachcare, Vacation which means doing way more things that usual because I have the time to do them, etc...) I decided tonight I would go home and craft in front of a movie in my underwear. So I went to Officedepot to figure out and print the last few pages of my awesome6' x 5' rasterbation
image, Safeway to pick up some dinner supplies (chicken, half and half for tomorrow, ice cream for life, you know how it is) and came on home.
Since I decided when I got home that dealing with the fucking woman at the Officedepot justified a drink, and I hadn't eaten since lunch, one glass of bourbon = COMEDY GOLD. And being a little drunk, and hungry to boot, I decided to scrap the idea for chicken-cheesy-pesto-pasta and went straight for the FAJITAs.
And so, internets, I give you, the recipe. THE recipe. The "What Rhiannon cooks for dinner when she wants to cook something AWESOME but not anything complicated or too terribly unhealthy." Recipe. Because I'm a giver.
CHICKEN FAJITA THINGS. OF AWESOME.
1/2 ONION, DICED
2 SPOONFULS OF MINCED GARLIC (I don't know how much actual garlic this is. I'm super lazy and use the pre-minced stuff.)
2 CHICKEN BREASTS (I use the frozen ones. They're huge. I thaw them a bit in the microwave, then, while they're still half frozen in the middle, cut them into skinny strips. Emmy taught me this trick, and for that I will be forever grateful.)
So first, you put some oil in the pan. You decide how fancy. Turn on the heat. About Medium. No big deal. Then, you put all the onions in. Let them cook a bit at medium heat. You want them to get nahce and sawft. Once they're well on their way, add the garlic. Stir it around a bit. Oil things up. NICE. Then, you turn the heat down a bit, and cover it. I said COVER IT! It makes a difference. The onions are all sweet and stuff, and you don't have to wait as long. I put it all into a pile and then cover it with the domed lid of the pot we used to boil noodles. Works great. You'll hear some noise. Turn down the heat a little more. There you go.
Every once in a while, check on the delicious happening under that cover. Don't let them burn. I mean, you can, but it's not as awesome. Except for tonight, for some reason tonight, there was a little bit of black, and it rocked my face off.
Anyway, once the onions are pretty soft, and the garlic's smellin' good, flatten it out on the pan, spreading it all over, then turn the heat up way high. Like, WAY. You're gonna take your little chicken strippeties, and lay 'em out, pretty quick, over the delicious. They're gonna cook quick, real quick if you cut 'em real thin. It's ok, it's the way it's supposed to be. Anyway, lay 'em out in the pan, let 'em cook. When they're obviously done on the bottom (White, cooked, not pink, and have a little bit of brown on them, I usually go by if the white cooked bit is encroaching on the top of the pink, exposed bit), flip 'em. LICKETY SPLIT, because you want them all done at about the same time so you can eat them while they're stll hot.
Then you scoop them into your serving dish of choice. I like my mouth. Or, you could share with your roommates.
I like to put them onto tortillas I warmed up in the microwave, and then slather on some sour cream. Some people like salsa, or ketchup (blech), or barbecue sauce, whatever. I like it plain, because the onions and garlic I just slaved over are THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD and I like them just as they are.
I guess, technically, they're fajitas, right?
Anyway, enjoy, and if you make this for your children, you have to tell them that a fat California girl with pink hair taught you all you know and that you're a disgrace to parenthood. It's in the contract, how you get out of paying me for it.
I'm so not getting to the crafting portion of my evening. I see ice cream and passing out in a pile of Rhiannon in my very near future.
While I hate asking for birthday presents, or seeming like I want anything at all, really, people ask what I want for my birthday (June 12, yo. Come to the party, Sunday June 15th, at The Dark Room. http://darkroomsf.com/#bttf
So here's the list.
Buttons. Love 'em. Stan got me a bunch of killer ones from http://www.davidandgoliathtees.com/index.php?mode=HAFB
in Vegas last year that rock my socks off. Plus, bonus, they're super cheap from TORRID, or MULTIKULTI or HAPPY TRAILS (are they still open?) and places like that.
Board Games. Check with Stan or Mom, or, now that I live with them, Orin and Lynae, if you want to make sure I don't already have it. Then, once I have the game, COME PLAY IT WITH ME!!
Booze. You know how it is.
Duct Tape. I haven't been making as much with my duct tape lately, but that's gotta change. I feel the itch to create awesomeness with multicolored adhesive strips like you wouldn't believe, and supplies are always running low.
Subscriptions. I've always wanted, but couldn't justify, subscriptions to MAKE, BUST, REAL SIMPLE and the like.
T-Shirts. The size rundown: I like a mens Large, a womens fitted XXL, a Raglan Large, and a childrens XL. Don't ask, it doesn't make sense anyway. If you're afraid it won't fit, go a size up, and I can sew it in.
Electronics. If you want to donate to a "Buy Rhiannon a new Ipod" fund, well, I'd probably dance a bit.
Fabric. If it's cool, if you think I could do something neat with it, I'm in. We all know orange is my favorite color and I like checks and rainbows and stars and all kinds of silly things. Retro is good. You've all seen my FRYGUYS pleated schoolgirl skirt.
Money-related things. If someone wanted to donate to my "Rhiannon had a bad run with some parking tickets" fund, I wouldn't say no. In fact, there would probably be kisses. I promise not to blow the money on hookers and blow.
Gift certificates: I'm partial to TARGET, RETROFIT, COFFEE, WALMART (what? Their jeans fit me better than any ever), MULTIKULTI and pretty much anywhere with a clearance rack.
Recent obsessions: Pirates (always), the color pink, cowboys and cowgirls, many colored Chuck Taylors (size 9.5/10 ladies, 8 mens), and photography.
Please, and I ask this with all of the love in my heart, don't get me a HUGE AWESOME AMAZING anything unless you clear it with me first. Yes, surprise is wonderful, but I don't have room for another giantlegopirateplayisland/beautifulwalls
HOWEVER!! I don't need a stinkin' gift. I just want you to come to my (joint shindig with Sherilyn) birthday party and have a great time. Gifts are extraneous and never expected.
10:32 AM me: how much does kr look like kt in the one where she's breastfeeding!
mom: yeah, no kidding
she did that 'turning into a mom thing'
me: it's all in the chins
10:33 AM mom: lol
baby is pretty
me: and she looks absolutely wretched in the one where you and gramma are standing by the bed, and gramma's holding lil band-aid
mom: Remedy Kyliya Fitzpatrick Stanifer
me: fitzpatrick stanifer?
mom: it's more because mom was doing her prom pictures thing
10:34 AM that's his last name
me: both his last names?
at ;east I talked her out of Remody
me: i thought when one parent had a hyphenated name, you then dropped one and hyphenated both parent's names
mom: well, she wants baby to have daddy's last name
10:35 AM me: she could have both hers and her baby daddy's
then later, the legal battles'll be a lot easier
mom: hey - she was convinced it was 'best' for him not to be on the birth certificate
I got her to put him on
am calling now to see if he signed
- Location:on the bed
- feels like:hungry
- sounds like:Toon Disney with Rachael
1. Never letting Mike sketch me. That would've been a nice keepsake
2. Being so unbelievably single these past almost two years.
3. Obsessing over #2.
4. Being secretly resentful of all of my friends' happiness.
5. Allowing myself to get fat.
6. Accumulating so much crap. It's such a hard habit to break myself of.
7. Not continuing with my art/drawing/stuff. Guess that's one I can rectify, right?
this is gonna be a pretty sweet birthday party.
*things i always want*
duct tape, all colors
board games (ask alexia if i already have it, so i'll be surprised)
*special age-21 things*
*good gift certificates*
goodwill (do they sell gift certificates?)
i have a wishlist, on amazon, but it's kind of out of date and my work computer here won't let me update it. if you want to get me the powerbook on it, yes, i will take the newer model.
OF COURSE, Presents are never neccessary. I would rather see your shiny, happy face at my birthday party than have it bringing a gift. however, i've been asked by so many people what i want for my birthday that i decided to make a list.
Feel free to email me at my livejournal address if you haven't yet recieved an evite for my birthday party.
yay! it's a birthday!
so i woke up early (for me, 8:30) and got some stuff packed into boxes, a microwave out the door, and some garbage thrown away. i'm pretty proud of it. i know theres a lot of work left to be done, but im' jazzed that i've gotten this much. and thankfully, it seems like i had less stuff than i thought i had (although i haven't done all the food and dishes in the kitchen yet). i know i have a lot of stuff, but just being able to get all my videos, cds and books into three boxes makes me feel a little better about my huge stores of stuff.
does anyone have any ideas as to where i can get rid of a whole freezer's worth of food that has been sitting in there too long and i haven't cleaned it out in forever? someone's coming to get my refrigerator tomorrow, and it's still full of food. i got all the food out i was keeping (a whopping three grocery bags full), took htem to mom's house today, and now have all this leftover stuff that will spoil if i just put it somewhere, and i don't have any coolers.
anybody know of some unattended dumpsters? or something?
although i think the big bag o fudgesicles is going to alexia, because she likes 'em.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I've come up with my letter for this Christmas. G. G for Gadget Games.
Included under this G-Shaped Umbrella is:
That nifty Fly Pentop thing
Any of the Scene-It DVD Games.
Any of those new Gadget versions of old games, like Guesstures and 20 Questions.
Be Creative, you know I'll love it!
- feels like:accomplished
- sounds like:tv
happy halloween, fuckers
babysat ruby all day, got to the teen center around 3, made the haunted house happen, it was good, a coupla fuckers, but good. near the end some shit went down and after we left, jessica vivio and eric fontana threw a goddamn big rock through our window, so i don't get to work today and therefore don't get paid.
anyway, we bailed for the dark room's ( private halloween partyCollapse )
that rocked the hizzouse, ( had a great timeCollapse )
, all of us got to carouse because we took the bus, then, because we didn't feel like bussing it home, went out to hail a taxi and ended up with a limo that was way cheaper than a cab would have been. score!
got to shnuggle with alexia and woke up this morning to start a new job, all sortsa hungover.
stupid nerve tonic.
1. always look at your calendar before you agree to do anything.
2. make sure the thing you're taking off work to do pays better than work.
3. you only need water, don't bother with the crappy iced tea.
4. even if you've seen it before, don't bother with the scary movie on cable at three a.m.
5. you don't even need to go out for dinner, actually.
6. it doesn't take that much longer to walk.
7. you don't need dessert. really.
8. budget, budget, budget.
9. write down everything, then look at what you've written often.
nina's in the hospital.
they think it's pneumonia.
katie's really become a human being now that she made one, i really don't want to lose my sister, as she's supposed to be, and nina on the same night.
- feels like:goddamned sick with worry
Hey Dark Room Groupies!
Ever feel like we just don't have a place to discuss Dark Room stuff?
I mean, other than our personal journals, which are all linked together anyway?
Feel like you need another commnity listed on your friend's page?
You know you want to.
- feels like:creating communities
- sounds like:tv
hey, could y'all keep your eyes open for a place that sells all-white chuck taylors? like, the polar opposite of the tuxedo black ones.
i was wathcing vh1 last night, and there's this guy that paints tennis shoes custom, and i want to paint my own custom chuck taylors, and white seems like the best base for all kinds of designs.
- feels like:creative
- sounds like:comedy central/ubw videos
i needa job for the mornings.
anywhere in the city, some places on the peninsula.
retail or childcare preferred.
i need to be in brisbane by 3 at the latest. mornings until then are fine.
email or call please. please
As of June 12, 2005, I will be 20 years old. That's right. I will have surpassed my teen years.
In recognition of this momentous occasion, I have created an amazon.com wish list
In addition, I am a big fan of landover baptist
and pretty much anything in the geek category of www.cafepress.com.
For you non-creditcardy folks, happy trails makes happiness, as well as anything with a pirate
on it!!!!!of course, handmade, well-loved presents are the most anyone could ask for.
well, that was self-absorbed.
- feels like:self- absorbed
- sounds like:gilmore girls