Recipes of the Day

April 28, 2011

#1 – I’ll call it “Oranges in a Barrel”

in pint glass full of ice:

3 dashes orange bitters

2 oz. Grand Marnier

3-4 oz. Buffalo Trace bourbon

shaken and served up

#2 – Garlic Mashed Potatoes

boil whole potato for 30-45 minutes

drain and set potato aside

put 1 clove minced garlic and 2 T butter into pot on medium heat

after a minute (don’t let garlic burn), add 1/3 c. heavy cream

when cream is hot, add potato and mash it all up (with the skin)

salt and pepper to taste

#3 – Pizza Sauce (mix all ingredients together and let sit at least 30 minutes)

1 (6oz) can tomato paste

6 oz warm water (@ ~110 degrees)

3/4 t. onion powder

1/4 t. dried oregano

1/4 t. dried basil

1/4 t. marjoram

1/4 t. ground black pepper

1/8 t. cayenne pepper

1/8 t. crushed red pepper flakes

3 T grated Parmesan

2 T honey

1 T minced garlic

#4 – Pizza Dough

10 oz flour (1:4::whole wheat flour:all purpose flour)

6 oz warm water (@ ~110 degrees)

2 T olive oil

2 t. dried rosemary

1-2 t. instant/bread machine yeast

mix all ingredients in a bowl and knead together for a few minutes.

cover bowl in plastic wrap and let dough rise until doubled in size.

then add 1 T salt and knead it into the dough

#5 – Pizza

Saute 1 onion with 1-2 T olive oil on low heat for 15-30 minutes, stirring occasionally, until onions are browned

cook 1/2# of small chicken pieces

take pizza dough and roll it into a circle, stretch it to around 12-14″ diameter, keep edges thicker

spread pizza sauce

add 1/2 c. shredded mozzarella

add onions and chicken

cover with 1/2 c. sharp cheddar

bake on 425 for about 20 minutes (whenever cheese melts and just starts to brown)

#6 – Gin Gimlet

3 oz. Tangueray

3 oz. Rose’s Lime

poured on the rocks

Coming Home

April 20, 2011

I don’t know how I feel about war . . .

I take that back. I think injustice needs to be fought against; crimes, punished; freedom, upheld; mercy, throughout.

I received a text today saying that a friend from high school in the military was injured by an IED. He suffered a severe leg wound.

It was surreal. I had just gotten off of work. It was a long morning; I was exhausted, angry, relieved. I was not looking forward to the walk home (uphill) and was looking forward to the shower that would follow. I was thinking about events of the morning. Grinning at the good, furrowing my brow at the bad. I pondered what might be for lunch, to cook? to go out?

Then this text from my dad. he didn’t know anything else. just the injury.

I had not seen or spoken to this friend for almost 3 years. I knew he was advancing and doing very well in the military. He was going to lead other men into what-did-not-sound-like-altogether-safe missions.

I read about his deployment on his wife’s (also a high school friend) facebook page. I recently saw some of the many many pictures that new moms post of their children. Their daughter must be around 3 months old.

And this text, I think about it and the possible outcomes . . . well really the worst case scenario. A sinking feeling in my stomach comes.

I only saw them once since high school, at another friend’s wedding. They were older and married now. They danced and laughed together. They argued over things that only couples in a long term relationship would deem worthy enough to argue over. They were confident and happy. I was happy to see them and be around them.

I don’t want anything bad to happen to that family.

I had a conversation in my head with my soldier friend shortly after reading the text message. I thank him for what he was risking and the sacrifices that he and other women and men are making/have made to right injustice and uphold freedom.

From there, I wondered what I thought about war. I don’t know if any good comes from war, if killing solves things, if politics dictate more than justice does . . . if I am thankful for what my friend does versus what my friend’s intentions are as he does them.

So today I have also been thinking about and evaluating my stance on war. I want my friend to be with his family.

I hate war.

Prepared for Praise

April 1, 2011


I am generally quiet and somber, hovering just south of content. On a break at work today, I realized something. I usually live in expectation of ridicule. I approach people and projects expecting the worst. In other words, I am my own worst critic. If someone tries to insult me, it doesn’t really sting because I have insulted myself far worse. If someone doesn’t like a blog post, that’s fine because I think all of them are shit anyway. I have a negative self attitude so that others can’t knock me down from a state of happiness or self confidence. It has been a form of self-protection – leftover scars from grade school or something.

Joy, desire, and curiosity have all been things that have scared me. To show any of them require risk and hope. Life’s getting too dull without them, so I am going to try expecting praise.


April 1, 2011

When I was little, I suspected my nightmares to be God’s way of training me to fight demons.