February 16th, 2010

smirking half-hawk

On Fashion

Watching White Collar and Chuck is having an odd effect on me. I am having increasing cravings for traditional men's wear - suits, ties, fedoras, vests, etc. I actually pulled out the ironing board this morning and not only ironed my work pants, but my shirt as well. As a consequence, I was an hour late getting to work.

I really must remind myself that I cannot afford to go get myself a couple suits, some tie pins/clips etc. And a pair of button braces. And pants modified to take button braces (I am *done* with clip-on suspenders when wearing a vest.)

I need to hire a wardrobe consultant to shop for me and make clothes for me. Sadly, I seem to have misplaced my production budget.
Dancing Monkeys

two new recipes

Recipe one: dinner.

My jaw is still messed up, so I wanted something that required little to no chewing. neeuqdrazil was nice enough to put out some lentils and rice to soak throughout the day for me this morning (I was late because I decided to iron. I hate those pants.)

My plan was a simple lentil and rice porridge with some veg of some sort - the lentil are soaked, and hence should melt away after some boiling.

Well, between being an hour late due to traffic and pants this morning, and the need to get more toilet paper (not optional!) after work, I got home at 6:30, and need to leave to dance class by 7:45 at the absolute latest.

So, I put the lentils and rice with water, salt, "curry powder", 4 garlic cloves and about half as much chopped ginger in a pot and set it to boil. I then grabbed a wodge of frozen spinach bricks from the freezer and microwaved 'em. When thawed, the spinach went into the pot too.

Unfortunately, by 7:20, it was all still far too un-porridgey. So I panicked and put it in our blender on purée.

Now I had steaming hot dark green paste of roughly peanut buttery consistency. It tasted lovely, and was easy to eat, but looks... frightening. I have a container of it in the freezer now for emergencies that require green protein paste.

Recipe two: post dance drink.

1 part agave syrup
2 parts lime juice
4 parts tequila
fill glass with soda water

Sweet and mellow - unsurprisingly, tequila and agave syrup merge together on the pallet.




In other news dance class was good, though mycrazyhair wasn't feeling quite awesome. For my own part, I feel like I'm finally getting it - while dancing with an experienced dancer, I "read" that a lift was available, and smoothly lifted her. Later, after working with a guy and then meeting him during the open dance part of the class, he asked if I'd dance with his (I assume?) girlfriend, since I was, in his words, "really good". I would not describe myself as really good, or even good yet, but I feel like I'm actually starting to get it. Maybe some day I'll feel comfortable enough to actually try a jam!