It's a stay-cation with Rihanna off MySpace, and some Jeff Bridges courtesy of the BPL dvd collection. Good stuff.
Pasture-raised organic sirloin steak tips, grilled to Medium (pink inside and hot, slightly beyond tepid and bloody). Spaghetti squash, fresh broccoli, garlic, herbes de provence. A fourth cup of turkey carrot bolognese. A half liter of Schneider Aventinus, a delicious German eisbock with a hearty alcohol content. Yummy.
Now for a mug of my own eggnog, featuring a fresh organic cage-free egg - sad I don't have easy access to free-range eggs - coconut milk, fresh grated nutmeg, ginger, vanilla...oh, and Knob Creek bourbon. YES.
Currently I have resolved to pursue a doctorate in biology. Aquiver with excitement, fear, hope. Hoping I can make prerequisites happen without too much financial impact on me. Oh god. (Edit: Just the 'nog talking. I can't do calculus or organic chemistry to save my life.)
Taza chocolate discs with guajillo chili. Fine, I'll accept the roughhewn granularity as historically interesting and oddly compelling. Maybe comparing it to beautifully conched and cocoa-buttered Porcelana is the wrong thing to do. Taza is its own kind of cacao product. Not a smooth-melting chocolate on the tongue, but something crunchy and tasty to chomp up, with a strong chocolate flavor. In fact, it's only got three ingredients. It's more chocolate than Domori chocolate, in a way. But still, only appropriate for certain moments in sore need of spice and that Taza-esque stone-ground granular crunch.
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