Pesto Tortellini
Serves 2
1 12 oz package of meat tortellini
6-7 mushrooms
3/4 cup frozen peas
Handful of grape tomatoes
3 tablespoons of pesto
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 teaspoons water
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon sugar
Cook homemade pesto if desired. Refrigerate. In pot, make meat tortellini as directed. Add salt. Drain over colander. In small saucepan, heat olive oil. Add chopped mushrooms and peas. Add water. Saute mushrooms and peas for approximately 5 minutes. In bowl, toss tortellini. Add in pesto and toss. Add sauteed mushrooms and pease. Add sugar. Toss in tomatoes, and serve warm.
Maybe this is not my dream, because it feels so much like television to me. It feels like nothing. Only stress. Adrenaline rush from false lead to false lead, with the blind man in tow. You are not really blind, at one point I said, without turning to look. I know you can see, because you complain about what you see, the overhanging green, you said, for just one example. To which he responded by clearing his throat.
Are you prepared in case of a natural disaster? What do your plan and preparations include?
I have an ice pack in the freezer in case there's a volcano. or I'll just run whatever it is under cold water, I reckon.
I also have my Cave Plans ongoing - including who's in and who's out. Plus the tent that Big Boy won't let me get rid of (we haven't camped since 2005) 'just in case there's a nuclear holocaust' and we need to escape the city for the woods.
I'm terribly allergic to something. I don't know what it is. But my eyes are burning and my throat feels funny. I hope it's not my sweater. I hope it's not Prelude to Swine Flu. Heard on the radio that a case of feline swine flu has been discovered. Picture a coughing pig next to a coughing cat next to a coughing human.
This is not a productive day, partly thanks to my (partial) insomnia. I'm also in a combative mood. Yes, it's Saturday, but here in workaholic land we have high hopes for Saturday, especially because it is insulated on both ends from The Week. And now it's semi-lost and I'm red-eyed.
Why do they sell something like "cubed tofu"? How much of a hardship does cubing tofu entail to make this product desirable and necessary? You can tell a lot about the ethos from the tofu shelf: there are "firm" and "extra firm" (each time it takes me five minutes to spot a soft among the firms) and now here comes "cubed."
Also heard on the radio: the death of Lévi-Strauss. One of the last giants.
So this day was spent mostly in leisure. Went out and bought some clothes, LOTs of chocolate of all kinds, some vegetables (which I am not going to put in the fridge--yeah, there is a war going on between me the fridge over vegetables) and apples (the current policy favors Granny Smith). Tried a little Taiwanese restaurant. Not good. My food karma is a bit shaky these days. The other night we went to a perfectly good restaurant and I had the most tasteless mussels ever. This time after one taste of the soup I knew the verdict. Then I took some pictures of Q, who laughed and cried "Nazi babies!," insisting that instead of "the Gerber baby also has chin folds," I said "the Goebbels baby also has chin folds." Not fair! The pictures all came out blurry. Then I did a careful study of the colors associated with the Pope, cardinals, and bishops, respectively. I don't know why. But the side effect is the discovery that Bacon's Pope Innocent X is robed in purple, whereas in Velazquez's original he is dressed in red and white (the more properly papal colors). I wonder why. But that's the subject of another day's study. Now I should curb my curiosity and do some "real" work.
One regret: there was a woman outside the market playing violin. She was really good. My ears are pretty dead to music so when it is something even I find beautiful... Q is very musical and thought she was a genius, disturbed but special. I thought I'd give her some money on my way out, but when we came out she's gone.
Played with my camera at wee hours and got these. The night was odd like that.
In the middle of what turned out to be a harrowing day, I came back to the office to discover workers working on the telephone. At some point while waiting outside I heard dialing tone coming from the office. It weakly reminded me of the first cry of a new baby. "It's working," I said to a guy standing nearby. "Oh he's good," He nodded in the direction of the office. Then he made a remark about pierogi that I failed to understand the first time. "He's Polish, so we tease him all the time," he said by way of explanation. When I went back to the office, I had to restrain myself from asking the man if he was always teased about pierogi. Such was my brain-dead tiredness.
Ran into a man with a little red bow tie twice. A very deliberately dressed man.
Go forth and fill your libraries with media.
Seriously, thanks to everyone for being so amazing and patient. You are the reason I love Vox.
