Hi everyone. Thought I would start something new and test some of these TV recipes…
I’m thrilled that one of my favorite TV chefs is back, Alton Brown. He’s doing some fun short videos on a variety of topics.
Recently he did this:
So I thought I would try it.
Let me say that the resulting eggs were very good…but a few things:
- My towel started to scorch. Perhaps it should have been wetter, perhaps the oven was too hot (I should get a oven thermometer to test.)
- I used a red towel and the dye came off a bit (strange that it’s an old towel and the dye still came out…but that’s OK. You’re peeling them anyway.
- Some of my eggs got stuck on the towel.
- My towel was a little too hot to grab. So I put it in the since and soaked the whole thing in cold water, to cool off the towel and un-stick the eggs. The result…my eggs weren’t that easy to peel (and the eggs weren’t that fresh, either).
I might just stick to my tried and true Julia Child method.Pot of cold water + eggs. Bring to a boil, remove from heat, cover and let cook for 12 minutes. Drain and shock with cold water and ice. Perfect every time.
I’m the first to admit to liking reality shows. I like it more when they ARE “reality.” And then I remember.
This television medium we have going here was created as an advertising outlet. In the early days programming, entertainment, etc were there to support the advertising. We turn on mass advertising when we watch television. I have to remember that. So it shouldn’t be any surprise when watching a “reality” show, we aren’t watching reality. We are watching the producers’ version and vision of the best reality to keep the public engaged.
Did you ever see this?
“The judges considered both the scores and input from the producers and Bravo in reaching their elimination decisions.”
Translation: “We’re going to choose the contestants who provide the most entertainment value whether they are really the best designers or not. This “competition” is about as genuine as your average professional wrestling match. But really, why should anyone care?” (taken from http://www.ethicsscoreboard.com/list/runway.html)
So I try to remember when I’m disappointed that the really talented designer doesn’t win. It’s because that designer (sometimes) didn’t entertain as well as the one who did.
I guess if we want reality, let’s go back to the original form…it’s called a Documentary.
I will, however, be watching the season premier of Kitchen Nightmares. They’re featuring that TRAIN WRECK, Amy’s Baking Company. If you’ve got some time, are awake with insomnia at some time…check them out on Youtube….it’s beyond terrific.
On line passwords are driving me batty…
It all started yesterday while I was starting up my computer at work. Unwittingly, I entered my Outlook email password into the Google search dialog box and hit enter. Naturally Google did a search for it AND FOUND IT…at the end of a comment I had left on someone’s blog…in 2007. Apparently, at some time in 2007 I also thought I was entering my password somewhere when in reality I was actually still typing the password at the end of the comment I must have just been writing.
Now it’s embarrassing enough to realize I have been using the same password or combination thereof since 2007! (What would my IT department think of me?) Really, what are are the chances that this would have caused a security breech and wouldn’t it have happened by now? I couldn’t ignore this coincidence/message-from-the-universe. I wasn’t taking any chances. So I started thinking up a new password. I know that it isn’t wise to use the same password in more than one place. I get it. But, I just wrote down how many sites that I use regularly which require a password…it’s over 15 and I’m sure I’m forgetting many of them. If I were to use randomly generated passwords like KebRu8ra for example (I got this from the Semantec site, by the way…how would I remember 15+ different ones? …especially now since some require; 1) at least one capital 2) at least one symbol and 3) be at least 7, 8, 9 digits long with no repeating digits. AND when you come up with that winner of a password, it ends up being too complex for some sites so you have to have a password “light” — similar enough to remember, but not as complex as the “main” password. It’s enough to drive a person crazy.
I am certain I haven’t changed them all and will bump into a site that I don’t go to often and struggle to remember which password I used on that one and probably get locked out. And then the WORST happens. You enter the wrong password too many times and have to change it to something new. So THEN you have that odd-ball password, that you never remember.
I KNOW I’m not supposed to write it down anywhere…but what if I forget it? I have used the app “OnePassword” in the past. But I saw “The Net” and am suspect of “gatekeeper”-type application that save my password. Can’t “they” then see my password? Or have I just been watching too many episodes of “Alias” and I’m getting paranoid?
What’s your password strategy?
During a toast at my wedding, I tried explaining the love and admiration I have for my parents. I broke up and just didn’t get it out. I tried telling people at their 50th wedding anniversary, and I broke up again. Maybe I can tell you all here.
I could not have been an easy child, or adolescent for that matter. My mother tells me that as an infant I didn’t like to be held. I wonder what I “knew” then. But because of a lot (or too much) self reflection I can tell you this. (I don’t assume to speak for all gay people, but I suspect there are common themes/feelings.)
As a child I knew something about me was different. I was overly sensitive, overly needy. I know now that I was terrified of my father. It may have been that he was male and may have “known.” I ran from him hoping he would never see the difference in me and reject me for it. And as I remember, all I see is him trying again and again to find some common ground between us. As much as I kept him at arms length I do recognize that I wanted nothing more than his love and approval. The remarkable thing to me isn’t that they always and without reservation loved, accepted, and supported me…they loved, accepted, and supported all of their children who could not have been more different that each other. Each of us took wildly different paths and our parents loved us all the same.
It is my belief that the fear of being “found out” and possibly rejected causes us, unconsciously, to push our loved ones to the periphery of our lives—close enough, but not too close. I fear that a little bit of this still lives within me today. Michael and I perhaps did not handle announcing our engagement and/or wedding plans to our families very well. We did it cautiously via Facebook…and in retrospect I think a little of that fear of rejection played a major part in how and why we did it that way. We talked about eloping, wondering if that would matter to our families. I think deep down this was so important to us both that we were not about to give our families the opportunity to disappoint us with a wrong reaction.
What we really did was not give them the opportunity or the credit to do what they’ve always done, love us.
Speaking for myself, Mom, Dad…you overwhelm me and make so many of my actions petty and small. I never did them consciously to hurt or exclude you. And the most important point…you never ever gave me a reason to believe that there wasn’t anything I could tell you or share with you that would make you feel any different toward me. This is not always the case for people. Not everyone is as lucky as I have been. Everyone who asks about the wedding has me babble on about how amazing you all were and are.
I have never met or heard of parents like you.
I love and am grateful to you and for you
So many have asked…here is a gallery of the photos from our wedding…thanks to all who participated in the photo taking. I loved this day…loved that it was just us and our closest friends and family. I loved that children were involved and could see that love takes many forms and all of them a valid and have worth.
Most of all, I loved how overwhelmed I was at this moment, this milestone, this public legitimization and declaration publicly to the world that this is my partner and husband.
Thank you all for all of your love and good wishes. Enjoy the photos from the day!
I don’t know what has taken me so long to realize this…but
So often I get really frustrated at things I see or hear and I feel a little impotent…no power to do anything about it. I thought about creating a web site where I can expose this craziness…and then I realized I HAVE a website…it’s called Sean’s Soapbox.
So this is a little announcement to take notice. I plan on posting more…plan on being perhaps a bit provocative…maybe pissing a few people off. But guess what? This is my Soapbox and if you don’t like what I have to say then don’t come to my page.
I will try to be fair and research the issues…but sometimes they’re just going to be my feelings and opinions.
So let’s start to have some fun.
Hello my friends. I have been waiting to write this post for many weeks…working hard to complete this collection of Holiday Gift patterns. And after a few false starts, I can say it! I just uploaded the patterns to Ravelry!!!
There are 6 designs; 2 simple cowls, an Orenburg-Style Lace Infinity Scarf, a set of lovely Christmas Stockings and simple Challah cover and some clever mittens.
Sold as an e-book
The booklet contains the designs also sold separately that I’m going to post over the next few days. First, enjoy Cowls:
Cowls — based on a seamless, garter stitch fabric with a built-in i-cord border. Knit them bigger or smaller…give them as gifts or keep them for yourself. Knit using every day yarn to the most luxurious. You are only limited by your own imagination.