Chili and Queen .....
If you look very closely at the title of this blog (while we're still up here near it and you don't have to scroll up), you will get some idea of the dreams I have waiting for me tonight. They should be interesting. I'll let you in on some of the really bizarre ones.
First off, let me explain something. I purchased the Queen Greatest Hits set on CD, and I have been listening to disc one, then disc two, then disc one, and so on, reacquainting myself with one of the best bands around. I've already got several writing themes going on in my head, so inspiration is only a CD away in some cases. This is good. It also means, however, that there's a good chance that I'll be dreaming the lyrics. Sometimes, this might be a good thing, but it is always an odd thing. Sometimes, however, I get short story ideas from the dreams I get.
Today, I went shopping for groceries, as I had planned. Yea! I now have a fridge stocked with bell pepper, green beans, cucumber, radishes, carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, pears, kiwis, nectarines, tangelos, an orange, raspberries, strawberries, bananas, and chili. Among others I can't think of off the top of my head. The chili wasn't there until a few minutes ago. I made that on my own. Canned chili sucks. Seriously. It hardly has the right to call itself chili.
My chili is unarguably the best chili around. In my opinion, that is. For the kind of chili I like, it's the best. I have yet to taste anything more suited to my likes in chili. Mmmmmm.
It involves, along with a few family ingredients I'm not allowed to disclose, two pounds of very lean ground beef, an onion at least as big as a soft ball, but preferably nearing cantaloupe size (or a few smaller ones) cut into fourth of an inch chunks, an 8 oz can of tomato sauce and two of those cans filled with water, and salt. The spices are what make it, and I don't think I'm allowed to share those, but to thicken it, you add flour. I put beans in mine, partly for taste, and partly to make the stuff last longer. I also simmered it about twice as long as necessary, and it tastes better for it. I'll do that in the future as well, I think. To make it mine. It makes a lot of chili. But it freezes well.
So I'm eating a bowl of my chili, with Colby cheese shredded on top, and a few chunks of onion that I left out for toppings. It's chunky enough, I can eat it with a fork, and wipe the bowl later with a piece of bread. Dad crumbles crackers in it, and my brother picks out the beans. Mom just eats it. So do I. This is the first time I've made this chili for just myself. I've made it for those outside of the family before, but never for no one else. I might have to have someone over just to share it. It's a sharing meal.
So then, as for dreams. This means I have Queen on the brain, and chili on the stomach. My night could be a very interesting thing. I'm also eating later than I usually do. *sigh* I wonder why I did this? Maybe because I've been wanting chili for a while, and I missed Queen. Yeah. That's got to be it.
I never got around to my homework today, but I still have Sunday available. It isn't much, I hope. I figure I can still put things off. Once classes start, I have to be on top of everything.
Mom called, and we talked parking. I think every campus in the nation has a parking problem. It must be a requirement for accreditation. We're about 5000 spaces shy, if the numbers count for anything. Now, not all those people will be there at any one time, in theory, but enough of those people will be there to make parking a major issue. In fact, the state of parking seems to be a topic addressed in every freshman class at least once, and written about in at least half of the freshmen's papers at some point in time. Yikes.
Other than this, I have dishes to do now, and if I let these ones wait, I have more than a simple mess on my hands. They must be done tonight, or I will never get the chili out. That would be the drawback to my chili. It involves soaking if you let the dishes go as long as an hour. I'll start it soaking while I wash the rest, and then the chili should be loose. You know it's substantial chili when it comes off only with much difficulty. It sticks to your bones about as well, too. After eating chili, I'm not hungry for a very long time. It's like oatmeal. Filling, and stays put. I could eat this stuff for lunch, and not want dinner until after dark. It's happened.
Well, that's really all I have, as evidenced by my continued returns to chili. I suppose I'm obsessed, and therefore had better just give up. Here's the summary. My chili = the best. Queen = freaky fun. My chili + Queen + late dinner = bizarre dreams. End.
First off, let me explain something. I purchased the Queen Greatest Hits set on CD, and I have been listening to disc one, then disc two, then disc one, and so on, reacquainting myself with one of the best bands around. I've already got several writing themes going on in my head, so inspiration is only a CD away in some cases. This is good. It also means, however, that there's a good chance that I'll be dreaming the lyrics. Sometimes, this might be a good thing, but it is always an odd thing. Sometimes, however, I get short story ideas from the dreams I get.
Today, I went shopping for groceries, as I had planned. Yea! I now have a fridge stocked with bell pepper, green beans, cucumber, radishes, carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, pears, kiwis, nectarines, tangelos, an orange, raspberries, strawberries, bananas, and chili. Among others I can't think of off the top of my head. The chili wasn't there until a few minutes ago. I made that on my own. Canned chili sucks. Seriously. It hardly has the right to call itself chili.
My chili is unarguably the best chili around. In my opinion, that is. For the kind of chili I like, it's the best. I have yet to taste anything more suited to my likes in chili. Mmmmmm.
It involves, along with a few family ingredients I'm not allowed to disclose, two pounds of very lean ground beef, an onion at least as big as a soft ball, but preferably nearing cantaloupe size (or a few smaller ones) cut into fourth of an inch chunks, an 8 oz can of tomato sauce and two of those cans filled with water, and salt. The spices are what make it, and I don't think I'm allowed to share those, but to thicken it, you add flour. I put beans in mine, partly for taste, and partly to make the stuff last longer. I also simmered it about twice as long as necessary, and it tastes better for it. I'll do that in the future as well, I think. To make it mine. It makes a lot of chili. But it freezes well.
So I'm eating a bowl of my chili, with Colby cheese shredded on top, and a few chunks of onion that I left out for toppings. It's chunky enough, I can eat it with a fork, and wipe the bowl later with a piece of bread. Dad crumbles crackers in it, and my brother picks out the beans. Mom just eats it. So do I. This is the first time I've made this chili for just myself. I've made it for those outside of the family before, but never for no one else. I might have to have someone over just to share it. It's a sharing meal.
So then, as for dreams. This means I have Queen on the brain, and chili on the stomach. My night could be a very interesting thing. I'm also eating later than I usually do. *sigh* I wonder why I did this? Maybe because I've been wanting chili for a while, and I missed Queen. Yeah. That's got to be it.
I never got around to my homework today, but I still have Sunday available. It isn't much, I hope. I figure I can still put things off. Once classes start, I have to be on top of everything.
Mom called, and we talked parking. I think every campus in the nation has a parking problem. It must be a requirement for accreditation. We're about 5000 spaces shy, if the numbers count for anything. Now, not all those people will be there at any one time, in theory, but enough of those people will be there to make parking a major issue. In fact, the state of parking seems to be a topic addressed in every freshman class at least once, and written about in at least half of the freshmen's papers at some point in time. Yikes.
Other than this, I have dishes to do now, and if I let these ones wait, I have more than a simple mess on my hands. They must be done tonight, or I will never get the chili out. That would be the drawback to my chili. It involves soaking if you let the dishes go as long as an hour. I'll start it soaking while I wash the rest, and then the chili should be loose. You know it's substantial chili when it comes off only with much difficulty. It sticks to your bones about as well, too. After eating chili, I'm not hungry for a very long time. It's like oatmeal. Filling, and stays put. I could eat this stuff for lunch, and not want dinner until after dark. It's happened.
Well, that's really all I have, as evidenced by my continued returns to chili. I suppose I'm obsessed, and therefore had better just give up. Here's the summary. My chili = the best. Queen = freaky fun. My chili + Queen + late dinner = bizarre dreams. End.
posted by Rehkmira @ 21:04
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