<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:08:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epicurious Alchemist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-7108748110267894156</id><published>2009-09-15T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:18:12.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated this thing since March?  Really?  Only six months?  I swear to god it feels like over a year.  Well, if you check the posts, it really has been nine months since I've actually blogged about food.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened in that nine months, including a couple of pretty decent food experiences that I might just blog about in the near future.  Here's a preview:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A super money friendly recipe for Dal a.k.a. indian lentil soup courtesy of my good friend Frank.  Delicious, flavorful, and roughly 50 cents for a good sized lunch portion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My top three or four weekday dishes.  This includes great black bean tacos, gorgonzola pasta with peas and mushrooms, and homemade pizza.  All provide plenty of leftovers and are really easy to make.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carrot cake that I just about died over.  It's probably my greatest culinary accomplishment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I grew herbs!?  And it turned into the best pesto I've ever eaten.  Now that we've moving, I think I have the space to put together a real garden next summer.  I'm talking tomatoes, cucumbers, all the good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly haven't been cooking as much lately as before.  My wife getting laid didn't off help at all, as now money is a lot tighter and I can't buy those cool ingredients that I want to cook with.  In addition, my bike accident led to a pretty decent pile of medical bills as well as the cost of a new bike.  That and school has really picked up for me.  I'm committed to getting out in no more than 24 months, and it's going to take a lot of work to make that happen.  Pile that on with my newfound love for cycling and learning French, and...well...no time.  This probably means I shouldn't be blogging, but I really need something to get it out every once in a while.  At this point, I don't even care if no one reads this at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, until my next post, which will be soon, I say au revior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-7108748110267894156?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7108748110267894156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=7108748110267894156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/7108748110267894156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/7108748110267894156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-2249581495024535606</id><published>2009-03-17T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:04:24.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>btdubs</title><content type='html'>I don't really have enough time or creativity left at the end of the day to blog, so I made a tumblr.  It's watered down and it will be much easier for me to keep up with daily.  Enjoy:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://spicysammich.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://spicysammich.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-2249581495024535606?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2249581495024535606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=2249581495024535606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/2249581495024535606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/2249581495024535606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/btdubs.html' title='btdubs'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-6116056746203043936</id><published>2009-02-28T11:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:24:21.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>graphic designer needed...</title><content type='html'>For this company.  Clearly, their current designer is COLORBLIND:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SalyyUqRFlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_pNOMyCsSJk/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 58px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SalyyUqRFlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_pNOMyCsSJk/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307899844697855570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?  If my teeth looked like this, I'd probably go to the hospital thinking I had some funky form of teeth &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaundice"&gt;jaundice&lt;/a&gt;.  I want to go into a teeth whitening office with teeth looking like this and watch the receptionist scream in horror at my freaky radioactive teeth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-6116056746203043936?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6116056746203043936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=6116056746203043936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/6116056746203043936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/6116056746203043936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/02/graphic-designer-needed.html' title='graphic designer needed...'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SalyyUqRFlI/AAAAAAAAAKU/_pNOMyCsSJk/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-4749568992957691060</id><published>2009-02-15T21:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:57:19.095-06:00</updated><title type='text'>getting my hands dirty...</title><content type='html'>I've recently found an awesome new blog, &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/"&gt;The Kitchn&lt;/a&gt;, which provides at least a few good posts daily.  That's something I can't say for most of the blogs I read (no offense to all of you, btw).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They've recently been doing a special on how to make your kitchen better.  Better storage, better colors, better cooking, everything.  One special thing was all about renters: how to fix things up without having to pay out the ass in maintenance fees once you leave.  Well, I stumbled upon a &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/kitchen-design/ten-kitchen-upgrades-for-renters-076266"&gt;pretty cool idea&lt;/a&gt; of theirs a week or so ago.  Needless to say, I couldn't help myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SZjgRiJfEtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a9RNcxfkQxU/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SZjgRiJfEtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a9RNcxfkQxU/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303235153057747666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peg board was probably one of the easiest and coolest home improvement projects I've ever done.  The total cost was 24 dollars, and that INCLUDED a quart of paint to match what we currently have in our living room.  If you do it without the paint, it's about 12 or 13 dollars.  Since I got a Home Depot gift card for Christmas, total cost to me was a big fat ZERO.  It opened up a whole cabinet of space, which in turn gave me a whole new countertop free to work on.  I need to get a few extra hooks so I can hang up some more utensils and my french press.  Needless to say, it was an easy project that I absolutely recommend if you have a free wall and need some kitchen space.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-4749568992957691060?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4749568992957691060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=4749568992957691060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/4749568992957691060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/4749568992957691060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-my-hands-dirty.html' title='getting my hands dirty...'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SZjgRiJfEtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/a9RNcxfkQxU/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-7497586836677082081</id><published>2009-01-25T21:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:04:54.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something to hold you over...</title><content type='html'>Since I finally realized how broke I am I haven't really cooked a thing in three weeks.  I'm currently digging out recipes that will allow me to use only the things in my cupboard.  Other than that, I'm limited to buying Chinese Noodles as a healthy (but still cheap) alternative to Ramen for my lunch for the next week.  I've been able to find the supplies for this &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2009/01/vanilla-almond-rice-pudding/"&gt;really good looking rice pudding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I promised a biscotti recipe a few weeks ago.  I made them, but I didn't like the recipe that much at all.  I'm gonna try another one (since I will have the materials for those as well on hand, save the eggs and milk) and I'll try and post that whenever I decide to do it again.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another awesome realization I made is that once I do have enough money to buy food again, I won't have any time to cook since my extra money is in taking on two jobs tutoring people.  I'll be lucky to have a wife in six months, let alone time to make a good meal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, since my life has been fairly uninteresting and this has been a pretty dreadful January, here's something from my heart to yours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.afterhoursdjs.org&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I like techno music too.  But I'm not a techno snob.  So anything with some good bass lines and some synthesizer of some sort usually does it for me.  If you need background music, this is the way to go.  I remember when I was graduating college and moving to Baltimore, I listened to this station for about 16 hours straight while I packed up my tiny little apartment on Maryland Avenue:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=s_q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=4366+Maryland+Avenue+ST+Louis+MO&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=59.467068,109.160156&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=38.65093,-90.24848&amp;amp;spn=0.003637,0.006663&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;iwloc=addr&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJr1y56RDehdAVNJCiCKhlNfKDEEkA"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;source=embed&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=4366+Maryland+Avenue+ST+Louis+MO&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=59.467068,109.160156&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=38.65093,-90.24848&amp;amp;spn=0.003637,0.006663&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;iwloc=addr" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, hopefully a few of my readers will like it.  Also, if you don't like what you hear, just wait an hour.  Most of the DJ shifts are one to two hours.  Onto February...it can't get here soon enough in my opinion.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-7497586836677082081?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7497586836677082081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=7497586836677082081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/7497586836677082081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/7497586836677082081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-to-hold-you-over.html' title='something to hold you over...'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-3259159342243325504</id><published>2009-01-15T19:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:23:33.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David Gregory....</title><content type='html'>You are neither a mafia hitman nor a bookie.  Please do not wear an enormously wide-striped suit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW_g5m3z-VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/poFgDWQF0HY/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW_g5m3z-VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/poFgDWQF0HY/s400/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291695367475427666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;He looks ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-3259159342243325504?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3259159342243325504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=3259159342243325504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/3259159342243325504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/3259159342243325504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/david-gregory.html' title='David Gregory....'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW_g5m3z-VI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/poFgDWQF0HY/s72-c/IMG_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-8983314106715518681</id><published>2009-01-15T07:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:20:58.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wow....</title><content type='html'>I really only did this so that I'd have some memory of it someday.  I don't think I've had to go out in cold like this in my life:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW83dtgq9TI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LMJ1LarZdXE/s1600-h/Photo+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW83dtgq9TI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LMJ1LarZdXE/s400/Photo+24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291509070755984690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you may not know is that the iMac camera reverses everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote all of that shit backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I always tell everyone, this will only make us appreciate summer and spring that much more.  Just keep telling yourself that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  Realfeel is a term used by &lt;a href="http://www.accuweather.com/"&gt;Accuweather&lt;/a&gt;.  Their iPhone app is a million times better than any other weather one and their website doesn't have those creepy dancing people home loan ads that weather.com does.  Just a suggestion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-8983314106715518681?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8983314106715518681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=8983314106715518681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/8983314106715518681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/8983314106715518681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='wow....'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW83dtgq9TI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LMJ1LarZdXE/s72-c/Photo+24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-5502253472407405940</id><published>2009-01-14T20:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:27:12.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Double dinner sunday</title><content type='html'>Keeping in tune with my &lt;a href="http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-resolutions.html"&gt;resolutions for the year&lt;/a&gt;, I made a beef dish for myself on Sunday along with a vegetarian option for elle.  Both I thought turned out pretty good, however you'll have to ask elle about the vegetarian one because I was so stuffed after eating mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both came from &lt;a href="http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/buy-this-book.html"&gt;Giada's amazing book&lt;/a&gt;, and neither failed to deliver on everything she talked about with both dishes.  The first was tagliatelle with short rib ragu sauce.  I've never made a ragu, but pretty impressed by how easy it was.  The only downside was the time it took (about 3 hours), but it's the only way to really get the short ribs nice and soft and the sauce good and thick so it sticks to the pasta.  Here's some pictures of the process:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bexkqLXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GvgrXilxHkw/s1600-h/DSCF4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bexkqLXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GvgrXilxHkw/s320/DSCF4817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337565212388722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Process tomato, onion, carrot, parsley, garlic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rosemary, thyme, oregano, and tomato paste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bfZfywsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/E5cFH8Om1VY/s1600-h/DSCF4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bfZfywsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/E5cFH8Om1VY/s320/DSCF4818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337575929397954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancetta with some olive oil.  YUM.  Fry this for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 minutes and get put the pancetta aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bflzaweI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HESB6Zz_vqA/s1600-h/DSCF4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bflzaweI/AAAAAAAAAIs/HESB6Zz_vqA/s320/DSCF4819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337579232936418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flour your short ribs.  Those get browned in your pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bgplgjgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xcgpyST4nQ0/s1600-h/DSCF4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bgplgjgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xcgpyST4nQ0/s320/DSCF4824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337597428207106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Add it all together.  Simmer 1.5 hours lid on, 1.5 hours lid off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bhHrZg5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/O1dy62fUL3E/s1600-h/DSCF4826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bhHrZg5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/O1dy62fUL3E/s320/DSCF4826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337605505975186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remove short ribs from bones (they fall off anyways) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and shred short ribs, add back in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b2Ms8DPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3Le9R-7VqnU/s1600-h/DSCF4827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b2Ms8DPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3Le9R-7VqnU/s320/DSCF4827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337967631863026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yumyumyumyumyum.  Rich, fatty, and awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For elle I made a vegetable pasta bake.  This smelled just as good as the ragu.  Looks like a very very hearty dish, kind of soul-warming if you know what I mean.  A great thing about this dish (which Giada mentions), is that you can put it together essentially whenever you want to, then put in the oven about a half hour before you want to serve it.  Makes it a good dish if you're having a bunch of people over and doing a few courses.  This can be made in the afternoon, then you can spend your time &lt;strike&gt;drinking with the guests&lt;/strike&gt; preparing appetizers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making this dish helped me to discover the deliciousness of smoked mozzarella cheese, which I will undoubtedly be using much much much more in the future.  This is another easy one.  Also, if you want to work on your knife skills, this is the perfect dish to do so with.  I had to cut up two zucchini, two squash, an onion and some mushrooms.  One mistake I made was leaving this in the oven too long, but it actually hardened the top just a little bit, making for an unexpectedly yummy crunchiness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b2a6LEEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i_uIPqqDW8E/s1600-h/DSCF4822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b2a6LEEI/AAAAAAAAAJM/i_uIPqqDW8E/s320/DSCF4822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337971445469250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drizzle these with olive oil, salt, and herbs de provence.  Bake for 15 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b2-TQX4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RyBakdeUZoI/s1600-h/DSCF4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b2-TQX4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/RyBakdeUZoI/s320/DSCF4825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337980945915778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top it with cheese and some butter cubes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let that shit sit AS LONG AS YOU NEED TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b3GNTu1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/oiuqj6q8hak/s1600-h/DSCF4828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6b3GNTu1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/oiuqj6q8hak/s320/DSCF4828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291337983068453714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is worth baking only for the smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully I'll have the energy to do this a couple of times.  I was in the kitchen for a good four to five hours making these two, but it was worth it.  I haven't had to make a lunch or dinner yet this week, and it's looking like I won't need to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My next project?  Biscotti.  They HAVE to taste better than the ones I buy from the Bucks down the street.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-5502253472407405940?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5502253472407405940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=5502253472407405940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/5502253472407405940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/5502253472407405940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/double-dinner-sunday.html' title='Double dinner sunday'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW6bexkqLXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/GvgrXilxHkw/s72-c/DSCF4817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-3958776238198147217</id><published>2009-01-14T10:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:24:15.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>some science...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All of you who knew me knew this was bound to happen:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work with a lot of inorganic complexes, meaning they contain metal centers of some sort.  Well, since the world was built the way it was, it commonly means that I get some stuff with really pretty colors.  Here's just one example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW4aapAZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YblmsodpRXM/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW4aapAZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YblmsodpRXM/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291195657193382370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful color.  I want to bottle this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The little white chunks you see in the bottom there is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sodium"&gt;sodium metal&lt;/a&gt;, which is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m55kgyApYrY"&gt;explosive in the presence of water&lt;/a&gt;.  This property also makes it very good at getting rid of small bits of water in organic solvents (small bits means no explosions).  The clear stuff is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tetrahydrofuran"&gt;THF&lt;/a&gt;, which is a typical solvent t=hat I use to dissolve a lot the compounds I work with.  Many of the compounds I work with are very sensitive to water, meaning that even a small bit can pretty much ruin whatever I'm trying to do.  This picture helps to avoid that.  By placing the sodium metal into the flask filled with THF, we can eliminate any traces of water that might be present, ensuring we're working with water free chemicals.  The blue color is from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benzophenone"&gt;benzophenone&lt;/a&gt;, which is just another organic chemical.  What's special about it is what happens when it reacts with sodium:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW4cZvLhGeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kBFspeIe7As/s1600-h/800px-Benzophenone_radical.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW4cZvLhGeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/kBFspeIe7As/s320/800px-Benzophenone_radical.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291197840693991906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it makes that thing on right (called a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radical_(chemistry)"&gt;radical&lt;/a&gt; for those with some chemistry experience), it turns blue.  If there is water in the THF (water eats up radicals really really well), it won't turn blue, meaning there's too much water for the solvent to be used.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad part about working with these things is that they're pretty dangerous.  If someone messes up and gets a significant amount of water in the still, it blows up like a bomb since THF is very flammable.  Yup, that's how I roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-3958776238198147217?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3958776238198147217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=3958776238198147217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/3958776238198147217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/3958776238198147217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-science.html' title='some science...'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SW4aapAZ4eI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YblmsodpRXM/s72-c/IMG_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-3755692383403772562</id><published>2009-01-08T21:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:14:57.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a room without a view...</title><content type='html'>Just to give you a little window into my work world, I wanted to show you my desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SWbAp8Zhh1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/S1UBuncxXHA/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SWbAp8Zhh1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/S1UBuncxXHA/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289126639213578066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't laugh, the periodic table actually helps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the complete lack of a window.  The closest window is three desks down, just in the right place so I can't see out the window whether I'm at my desk or doing chemistry at my bench and hood.  Thank god the view from the window is so great:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SWa_kabyPRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cXdFC1VdgSc/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SWa_kabyPRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/cXdFC1VdgSc/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289125444685282578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody else out there with awful desks/views?  The only thing I'm lucky about is that my desk is huge.  I never have to worry about space.  But that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-3755692383403772562?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3755692383403772562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=3755692383403772562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/3755692383403772562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/3755692383403772562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/room-without-view.html' title='a room without a view...'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SWbAp8Zhh1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/S1UBuncxXHA/s72-c/IMG_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-6465778154956591680</id><published>2009-01-01T18:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:25:58.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think a lucky seven is good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get back in shape&lt;/span&gt; - I was in great shape before the wedding, but it's kind of gone down hill from there.  This is a popular one.  For me, it's really just about convincing myself I have the energy when I get back from work to go work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a place to live in for more than a year &lt;/span&gt;- I'm tired of moving.  As much of a fan as I am of my current streak (which looks to make it to a full 10 years), I hope to move only one more time. It's gonna have to be a cheaper, two bedroom apartment though.  Elle and I need space to grow into, and one bedrooms are simply too small for a married couple who are starting to accumulate "grown-up" furniture like couches and bookcases.  That and I want an office type area, especially if we stay here once I get my Ph.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make it to Europe&lt;/span&gt; - I don't think this is gonna happen (see my last post), but I'm gonna try.  Even if it's some "easy" place like London.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ead somewhere between 10 and 20 books&lt;/span&gt; - I have a stack of literature that I really want to get through (The Blank Slate, Guns Germs and Steel, A Random Walk Down Wall Street, Capitalism and Freedom included).  They help keep me centered too; reading too much chemistry literature puts me in a bad mood and makes me antisocial.  I'll take any good fiction suggestions as well.  I tend to not like fiction, but I've really been enjoying New Yorker fiction pieces.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cook more red meat&lt;/span&gt; - This is a tough one since Elle doesn't eat it, but I need to move in that direction as an aspiring cook.  I have enough pasta and chicken dishes mastered that I can whip something up really quick for Elle that she can eat.  I'm salivating at the thought of things like braised short ribs, pot roast, and pulled pork.  YUM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Publish the equivalent of one full first author paper&lt;/span&gt; -  I say the equivalent because two small "communications" usually equals one full paper.  I'd say I could do one full and one communication, but the review process takes FOREVER for some of the journals we publish in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get outside more&lt;/span&gt; - There's been times in the last few months where I've gone into work in the morning when's it dark outside and left at night when it was dark outside.  Lab sucks because I ALWAYS need to be inside and my desk is in the corner of our lab with NO WINDOW.  I'm gonna do whatever I can to get at least a little bit of fresh air every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is plenty for 365 days worth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-6465778154956591680?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6465778154956591680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=6465778154956591680' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/6465778154956591680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/6465778154956591680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-resolutions.html' title='my resolutions'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-8874035722590296217</id><published>2008-12-31T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:02:15.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Glory</title><content type='html'>As promised, here's my holiday style post:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was a little different from previous years since I'm married now.  Instead of Elle and I going our separate ways and being apart for four or five days, I split time in Cleveland and Memphis (since she was in Cleveland for Turkey Day).  I didn't feel right not going home since my mother's bday is on Christmas day.  So, I flew home first thing on the 23rd and spent the day with my mom.  A few highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is how I started out.  We only left 40 minutes late, which makes me very lucky, but it was definitely a bad omen for the rest of the Christmas travelers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18LHv3wuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cEnW70OoY_8/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18LHv3wuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cEnW70OoY_8/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518068103070434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My sister bought me a Calvin Klein giftcard a year ago not realizing that you could only spend it at the outlets.  Well, outlets aren't that convenient without a car living in Chicago.  Since I arrived in Cleveland at like 8:30 AM, my mom and I drove straight to Aurora Farms and i used that gift card like SNAP.  It was good, I got a bunch of good undershirts and a black skinny tie that I badly needed.  It was practically xmas before xmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- As you may &lt;a href="http://ellemichelleunedited.blogspot.com/2008/11/c-town.html"&gt;know&lt;/a&gt;, we have a variety of wildlife populating our back yard. Well, it wasn't deer this time, it was gigantic squirrels.  These things were HUGE thanks to their winter stashing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18McIFoMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5dB4MuKY1G4/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18McIFoMI/AAAAAAAAAG4/5dB4MuKY1G4/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518090753220802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't see it very well, but that thing was enormous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- For my mom's birthday, we gave her the royal treatment on the 23rd.  We picked her up in a limo, went out for steaks and drinks for dinner, and topped it off with the Rockettes show downtown.  It was AWESOME.  Even better, an ice storm moved in during dinner and since we had the limo all night, we didn't have to worry about any of it.  I dressed up super fancy since I'll take any excuse to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18L3UvuOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qA6xR0vsUtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18L3UvuOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/qA6xR0vsUtQ/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518080874199266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy birthday Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- That night I decided to sleep at my sister's place because my brother had been staying there.  All us kids got to hang out and drink a little more.  I passed out on the couch for the night, but luckily woke up to this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18MH7reXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YU799isGX_M/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18MH7reXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/YU799isGX_M/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518085332466034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I love Anne Curry so much?  I don't know, I just do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Christmas Eve was much more tame.  My brother and his kids came over for dinner, which was my mother's amazing lasagna.  Highlights of the night?  First, my brother brought along Kona, his awesome black lab, who I hung out with all night.  Second, Braeden, my nephew.  This kid is pretty bright for a two year old.  He was placing pieces of lasagna into this water bottle like it was no problem.  The kid is two!  Should his motor skills be this advanced?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18MZBe2QI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YSF8lCJ0X4s/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18MZBe2QI/AAAAAAAAAHA/YSF8lCJ0X4s/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286518089920207106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gross, but okay since it's a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Christmas Day started out not so great.  I got to the airport at 6am for my flight, and it ended up being delayed for about two hours.  Sitting in the airport on Christmas morning is not cool.  I caught up on some reading and listened to music.  Once I got to Memphis it was AWESOME.  Elle's whole family gave me the greatest away from home Christmas I could imagine, complete with hot toddy's and lots of presents.  I was pretty tired all day, so no pictures from that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Day after Christmas was cool.  Went to an NA meeting with Elle's sister, which was pretty powerful.  Really gives you good insight into everything addicts go through.  Honestly, I don't think I could do it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Volunteered to make dinner that night.  It turned into an all afternoon/night affair, but went over well.  I got a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tyler-Florence-Stirring-Pot/dp/0696241579/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1230862740&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;new book&lt;/a&gt; from my mom, so I cooked almost straight from it.  Here's the hits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Tyler Florence's garlic bread recipe is AWESOME.  Take a loaf of bread, cut strips into it without cutting all the way through.  Food process a stick of butter, six cloves garlic, half bunch basil, and quarter cup of parmesean cheese until well blended.  Spread it through the bread, then bake at 325 for 30 minutes.  This stuff was just unreal.  And way too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-yJcUW8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GmmhrU6KPwI/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-yJcUW8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GmmhrU6KPwI/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520937596083138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Rosemary-Garlic Mozzarella Balls with Roasted Cherry Tomato Dipping Sauce - Like really really really really really good cheese sticks.  Alexgood was a lot of help with these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-yd5ADmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uG4fmo-ovkI/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-yd5ADmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/uG4fmo-ovkI/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520943085096546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Veal Piccata with Lemon, Capers, and Parsley-Butter Sauce - I overcooked the veal just a little bit, but I thought it was a success overall.  The hardest part?  Cooking for 8 instead of 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;4. I also made some amaretto brownies, but the pan I cooked them in wasn't big enough so I ended up with a really dry top that we pretty much picked off in one piece.  They were still pretty good, but pictures were not flattering at all.  I'll make them again someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Another great part about Memphis: the dogs.  I don't have any pictures of Monty, but Moe is pretty much the greatest dog ever.  If I had the time and space to properly train one, I'd get a pit bull right away.  How can you not love this beautiful sweet dog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-ym8t41I/AAAAAAAAAHg/O4Ev0xPhZqY/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-ym8t41I/AAAAAAAAAHg/O4Ev0xPhZqY/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520945516602194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-ykX2bnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hdxfag5cxYA/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV1-ykX2bnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/hdxfag5cxYA/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520944825101938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I show up in Germantown, the first thing this dog wants to do is play rope toy with me.  And it does not stop until I leave.  This is 10 minutes before we left for the airport ride home. And it's like 6 in the morning.  Limitless energy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a good holiday.  Wasn't as relaxing as I might have hoped, but I think that had to do more with the traveling than the people.  Getting on a plane every two days is exhausting, but it was all worth it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-8874035722590296217?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8874035722590296217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=8874035722590296217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/8874035722590296217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/8874035722590296217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-glory.html' title='Holiday Glory'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SV18LHv3wuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cEnW70OoY_8/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-1215676332932986871</id><published>2008-12-30T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:03:42.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the catch up game</title><content type='html'>After a fair amount of wifely nagging, I'm back on the blog wagon.  I'll start with the 25 random things post, and then follow up with my Christmas.  Here goes (this feels like one of those old school chain letters, but whatever):&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I do actually have glasses, although I rarely wear them.  If I am wearing them, it probably means I'm writing a lot at work or not getting much sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Over the course of seven years, I played football, baseball, soccer (three different positions, including goalie), hockey, volleyball, track, and cross country.  Cross country was by far what I was best at (hence why I still actually enjoy running long distances), and the last thing I discovered.  All the previous sports were really just me trying to find something I really liked.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Up until the age of 21, I was an altar boy, cantor (read the readings), and eucharistic minister in various Catholic churches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I contemplated becoming a priest in grade school.  Seriously for about two years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I'm an atheist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I have hearing loss in both ears: moderate to severe in my left and moderate in my right.  At one point it was deteriorating so bad they thought I was going to go deaf, but it stopped getting worse.  I have hearing aids, but rarely wear them.  I don't HAVE to have them, but they actually help, especially in crowded places.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I graduated 7th in my high school class.  Yeah, I was a nerd, and as a consequence had no friends leaving high school.  Let's just say I never miss my high school days.  They sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Since turning 18, I have not lived in the same place for more than one year.  Chances are I will make it a full 10 years, since elle and don't really like were we live right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) When I was a kid, my father convinced me that Wendy's hamburgers tasted so good because they were kangaroo meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrgZRiIkCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/szOxxuwxmn4/s1600-h/gray-kangaroo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrgZRiIkCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/szOxxuwxmn4/s320/gray-kangaroo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783837480620066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I thought I was eating these delicious creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I was a fat kid.  Like as in I wore "husky" pants.  Puberty + cross country leaned me out significantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) My mother almost bled to death when I was 13.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) I have a serious travel bug and no finances to try and satisfy it.  I still have a goal of getting to every continent except Antarctica before 30, but I doubt I'll get anywhere for another 4 years.  It also doesn't help that elle doesn't enjoy traveling nearly as much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) I wonder almost weekly if I would have been better off never leaving &lt;a href="http://www.jhu.edu/"&gt;Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) I rarely dream (like once every few months).  I know we dream every night, but I rarely wake up saying "I had a dream last night."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I love cold weather.  Something about walking around when it's ridiculously cold out, I don't know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) I love cigarettes.  If smoking didn't cause lung cancer among a thousand other things, I'd smoke a pack a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) I've never taken a single illegal drug in my life.  Nope, not even weed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) I have a soft spot in my heart for Tegan and Sara, Dido, and Sarah McLachlan (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fumbling_Towards_Ecstasy"&gt;Fumbling Towards Ecstasy&lt;/a&gt; will always be an awesome album).  That will come as a surprise to those who know who I usually listen to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrfQgDH9fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BBSuvjKEgBQ/s1600-h/200px-Mclachlan-fumbling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrfQgDH9fI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BBSuvjKEgBQ/s320/200px-Mclachlan-fumbling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285782587246638578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think this makes me emo before emo was emo.  Or just the reason every girl I knew in high school thought I was gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrfQzyfeuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_xiDJBBYljw/s1600-h/tegan_and_sara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrfQzyfeuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_xiDJBBYljw/s320/tegan_and_sara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285782592545585890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God I love &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Con_(album)"&gt;The Con&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19)  I am a big big fan of the NFL, especially the Browns.  The Browns are by far my favorite team, but I can watch any game at any time (ask elle, she'll tell you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) I didn't watch Disney movies as a kid.  Don't remember Bambi, Snow White, any of that stuff.  What I do remember is Inspector Gadget and Looney Tunes.  Oh, and Animaniacs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21) My dad raced &lt;a href="http://www.ismasupers.com/"&gt;supermodifieds&lt;/a&gt; every Saturday during the summer for the first 15 years of my life.  It's some of the best family memories I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) I grew up a quarter mile from Lake Erie.  I don't feel right unless I'm living near a real body of water (sorry St. Louis, thank you Baltimore and Chicago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23) I find cleaning somewhat therapeutic (lucky for Elle.  Please remind her of this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24) I LOVE video games, but just don't really have time to play.  I used to be a huge Final Fantasy guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrf9XgwURI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KxnDrg9KcYo/s1600-h/256px-Ffviibox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrf9XgwURI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KxnDrg9KcYo/s320/256px-Ffviibox.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285783358049112338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This brings back actual good memories from high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) Since moving to Chicago, I rarely drive.  I don't miss it at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how much of this is unknown to the readers, but I guess I'll find out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-1215676332932986871?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1215676332932986871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=1215676332932986871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1215676332932986871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1215676332932986871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/catch-up-game.html' title='the catch up game'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SVrgZRiIkCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/szOxxuwxmn4/s72-c/gray-kangaroo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-1458076426542554908</id><published>2008-12-04T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:42:46.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Major decisions</title><content type='html'>As you all may know, I've been dealing with a certain amount of issues with school and my life.  Things, to say the least, have been tough.  However, I have a decision I need to make in the next seven days that makes my life troubles pale in comparison:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to pick a new phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My T-Mobile contract is almost up, and the wife is making me switch to AT&amp;amp;T so we can go on a family plan and save some money (I agreed to it months ago, but I bitch nonetheless). I'm down to two phones, and I'm truly torn.  Now, I know when most of you hear AT&amp;amp;T, you think one thing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STisLqBP0TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JvXKkCayUIc/s1600-h/iphone_34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STisLqBP0TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JvXKkCayUIc/s320/iphone_34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276156279722594610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, the iPhone.  It's a great phone, and has &lt;a href="http://www.macworld.com/article/136696/iphone.html"&gt;surpassed the Razr as the best selling mobile phone&lt;/a&gt;.  It's got all the cool Apple based features, apps, and the music player built in.  But I just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt;.  Something about it just doesn't sit well with me.  I really can't explain it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's the other phone I'm thinking about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STitdwaHgQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8YIDQuCZ7-Q/s1600-h/300_blackberry_bold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STitdwaHgQI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8YIDQuCZ7-Q/s320/300_blackberry_bold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276157690186793218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blackberry Bold.  I've owned a Blackberry Pearl for the last year and a half, and I've loved it as a phone.  I could get another one since it's so popular and still sold, but I don't want another Pearl for the next two years.  I've moved on.  However, this new Blackberry is definitely sexy and it has all the good Blackberry stuff that goes with it.  And a full keyboard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the lure of the Blackberry might have to do with the fact that it's a little more grownup than the iPhone.  I'm sure lots of important businessmen have iPhones, but when I imagine myself hustling to my job on LaSalle street in my nicest suit, good shoes, and skinny black tie, I imagine having a Blackberry on my ear (sell my JP Morgan stock now!), not white Apple headphones in my ears (unaware of the pummeling my best mutual fund is taking).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if AT&amp;amp;T had the &lt;a href="http://www.blackberry.com/blackberrystorm/"&gt;Storm&lt;/a&gt;, it wouldn't even be a question.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is why I get to bitch about the Family Plan.  Ugh, this decision is going to SUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-1458076426542554908?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1458076426542554908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=1458076426542554908' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1458076426542554908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1458076426542554908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/major-decisions.html' title='Major decisions'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STisLqBP0TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/JvXKkCayUIc/s72-c/iphone_34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-1949336638203009410</id><published>2008-12-04T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:12:41.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>capellini with tomato and peas</title><content type='html'>As promised, here's some pictures of the pasta I made two nights ago.  I don't give recipes because I don't believe in poaching other people's stuff.  The only real problem I had was tossing the pasta.  I ended up with a pile of peas on the bottom of the bowl.  I think a bigger bowl and some better forks would probably help, but it was still really good.  Reheats damn good too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyJx3zbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cpQePs4GYik/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyJx3zbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cpQePs4GYik/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152543036558770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choppy chop chop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyecL3AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5hgS_HTe_2s/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyecL3AI/AAAAAAAAAFA/5hgS_HTe_2s/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152548582743042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good one elle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyqdSGkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yQnlfzcNaNM/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyqdSGkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yQnlfzcNaNM/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276152551808571970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The finished product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Best part about this meal was that Elle LOVED it.  Better yet, it's really healthy.  It's nothing more than some olive oil, veggies, and spices.  That and I used whole wheat pasta. Booya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also made some chrismahanukwanzika cookies tonight, but they weren't that good.  I need to pull out my mom's old recipe in the next few weeks and make some REAL cookies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-1949336638203009410?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1949336638203009410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=1949336638203009410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1949336638203009410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1949336638203009410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/capellini-with-tomato-and-peas.html' title='capellini with tomato and peas'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STioyJx3zbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cpQePs4GYik/s72-c/IMG_1427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-1157134510432334626</id><published>2008-12-02T22:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:54:22.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>buy this book....</title><content type='html'>So finally tried a recipe from a book we got for our wedding.  Everyday Pasta by Giada DeLaurentiis (elle, if this was your original last name I wouldn't have LET you change your name).  Oh man there are some good dishes.  Tonight I made some capellini with tomato and peas, but there's a few creations in there that I will probably spend days making and enjoy every second of it.  A few examples:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Linguine with Turkey Meatballs and Quick Sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheesy Baked Tortellini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel Hair Pasta with Sun-Dried Tomatoes and Goat Cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eggplant Mezzaluna Ravioli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That doesn't include all the seafood and red meat stuff that elle won't eat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures of the pea pasta will be coming soon.  But for now, if you want to learn good good pasta, buy this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STYQeDsMIJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rZjaz0aySH8/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STYQeDsMIJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rZjaz0aySH8/s320/Photo+31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275422122083885202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My picture does not do this woman justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it comes with recipes for basic sauce, pasta from scratch, chili oil, and italian wine pairings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-1157134510432334626?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1157134510432334626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=1157134510432334626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1157134510432334626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1157134510432334626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/buy-this-book.html' title='buy this book....'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STYQeDsMIJI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rZjaz0aySH8/s72-c/Photo+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-2995196314814224625</id><published>2008-12-01T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:52:09.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, it's been a while.  I was going to a vlog about all the good reasons I haven't been around, but it's too late and I'll have an angry Elle on my hands if I start talking in my loud, booming voice and wake her up.  Okay, maybe not booming, but my voice carries and I talk loud.  There's a reason for that, maybe I'll blog about THAT someday (ooohhh, ideas).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, here's a couple of reasons I've been gone:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I haven't been cooking as much&lt;/span&gt; - Since the blog is the epicurious alchemist, I don't want to inundate you with my normal life stuff.  My normal life stuff is pretty boring, so there's not much to talk about.  Why is my life not interesting, and why haven't I been cooking?  Funny you ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School/work is sucking bigtime&lt;/span&gt; - Long story short I get an email from my boss telling me I need to be more dedicated in my work in order to get things done.  Now, there's two things that could be going on here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a) I'm actually falling  behind and he's noticing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;b) I'm not falling behind, just working a little less (maybe because I just got married and had to move a month after my honeymoon), and my boss knows if he writes me a three sentence email I'm going to go off the deep end and work really really hard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess which one I think it is.  Good news is I have been getting a lot done at work, bad news is it hasn't left time for really much else.  Thanksgiving was a welcome break, but I still read a bunch while at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Major mid-graduate school crisis&lt;/span&gt; - It's year three of my second go round at the Ph.D. in chemistry, and I'm starting to realize that I really don't think I want to do this for the rest of my life, or really at all.  Problem is, if I quit school AGAIN, I become a two time graduate school dropout.  I may as well poop on my resume and hand it in.  Talk about an ENORMOUS red flag (wow, this kid can't commit to shit).  Another little roadblock has been my burgeoning interest in all things economics.  Like so burgeoning I want to get an undergrad degree in econ and go work as a peon at The Fed burgeoning.   This is totally unrealistic; I'm 26 years old, married, and have to do something with my life.  Now, elle has been enormously supportive, but I'm not going to let her support me for the rest of my life while I go and get eight different degrees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this all mean?  I have to eat shit for the next 2 to 3 years, get this Ph.D., and figure out how to use it to get a job not related to chemistry.   It's not all that hard, but I just want out now.  I have that horrible fear that I'm going to leave a bitter, angry person that has no faith in people or himself.  Grad school is just a bunch of discovering that you know absolutely nothing about what you're doing.  You just get torn down over and over and over.  I think I've just been torn down one too many times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STTMw7NnBDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CgFmt_bbMxc/s1600-h/IMG00175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STTMw7NnBDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CgFmt_bbMxc/s320/IMG00175.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275066204458255410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate you and all your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Move&lt;/span&gt; - See &lt;a href="http://ellemichelleunedited.blogspot.com/2008/09/streak-continues.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  That basically took up most of October.  You know,  &lt;a href="http://ellemichelleunedited.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-apartment.html"&gt;finding the place&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ellemichelleunedited.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-part-of-moving.html"&gt;packing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ellemichelleunedited.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-all-coming-together.html"&gt;buying new couches&lt;/a&gt;, changing addresses (I get like 10 magazines a month, so that actually takes a while), renting the truck, finding help, etc etc etc.  What a waste of a month. More specifically, the month after getting married and traveling halfway across the world for two weeks.  All I wanted to do was sit on my ass for six months, gain like 20 pounds, cook a lot (blog just as much).  You know, typical post wedding stuff.  Nope.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave it at that.  I think I had 5 earlier today, but I worked out tonight so I'm tired and can't remember what the 5th thing was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I have plans to do big things over the next 20 days, so hopefully some more blogging will be a part of that.  What I do know, for sure, is that I'm making holiday cookies this weekend, cookie press and all.  Something should be sure to follow from that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-2995196314814224625?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2995196314814224625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=2995196314814224625' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/2995196314814224625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/2995196314814224625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time.html' title='long time...'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/STTMw7NnBDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CgFmt_bbMxc/s72-c/IMG00175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-7283890376841945015</id><published>2008-09-28T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:47:51.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Waldorf" Risotto</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I feel as if I crossed a culinary mile post.  As the title suggests, I finally tried to make a risotto dish.  It actually wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, which was nice.  Either risotto isn't really that hard or I'm a better cook than I think (I'm gonna go with the first one).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.jamieoliver.com/recipes/risotto/apple-and-walnut-risotto-with-gorgonzola"&gt;recipe&lt;/a&gt; is courtesy of Jamie Oliver's website.  This guy rocks when it comes to the instruction.  The details of the recipe are great, and made the risotto really easy to make.  This is essentially a waldorf salad with risotto, complete with walnuts, apples, and gorgonzola cheese.  I love how creamy this turned out.  Here's pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN1Bij6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hr-Sr7oMMWE/s1600-h/DSCF4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN1Bij6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hr-Sr7oMMWE/s320/DSCF4636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282738855799458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The very messy setup.  I love my new knife and board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN1aP3ozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xl0C5FDwKO0/s1600-h/DSCF4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN1aP3ozI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xl0C5FDwKO0/s320/DSCF4641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282745488286514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cooked in scrubs.  Actually, I spent the whole day in scrubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN101me1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-kaEzYD01Es/s1600-h/DSCF4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN101me1I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-kaEzYD01Es/s320/DSCF4644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282752625867602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I made enough for about 8 people.  Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN2lwpRtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4txD6wc4ngA/s1600-h/DSCF4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN2lwpRtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4txD6wc4ngA/s320/DSCF4647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251282765758416594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The finished product. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Based on that last picture, I now understand why whenever I get served risotto, it's in a nice dish with a deep well.  This looks like barf on a plate.  I promise is tasted better than it looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More recipes later.  I need to make my orange chocolate chip cookies soon and post those.  That's still my best dessert.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-7283890376841945015?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7283890376841945015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=7283890376841945015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/7283890376841945015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/7283890376841945015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/09/waldorf-risotto.html' title='&quot;Waldorf&quot; Risotto'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBN1Bij6qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/hr-Sr7oMMWE/s72-c/DSCF4636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-5704843698321912698</id><published>2008-09-28T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:30:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>This week was weird.  Although back to the states and back to work, my mind and body were just a mess (which you read &lt;a href="http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-burn.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, about my body anyways).  It's only been later this week and into this weekend that I really started to feel settled again.  A few things helped:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eleven hours of sleep on Tuesday night.&lt;/span&gt;  Not even kidding.  Not only did I pass out in my group meeting, but promptly came home, ate a salad (see, I did try and eat better), and went directly to bed.  I had hoped to read a stack of magazines for about an hour, then go to bed.  That idea lasted about ten minutes.  Suffice to say my body had not quite adjusted to Chicago as fast as I had hoped it would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some relaxation. &lt;/span&gt; Thursday night, the wife was getting drinks with a friend, so I came home to a dark and quiet apartment.  I took full advantage of a cooler night and got out on the balcony:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBJP-FarSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0WAWFyOqD-c/s1600-h/DSCF4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBJP-FarSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0WAWFyOqD-c/s320/DSCF4633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251277704226581794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assorted reading included The Atlantic, an awesome CB2 catalog, and some work reading that I felt obliged to plow through.  Oh, and a beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some good food.&lt;/span&gt;  Eating better really did make me feel a lot better.  More vegetables here and there and some homemade food really helped.  I made &lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/magazine/2008/06/spicy_thai_tofu_with_red_bell_peppers"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; dish Thursday night after the wife got home, and it's one of my favorites (courtesy of Bon Appetit).  Not only is it fun to make, but the colors are just awesome:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBItloXWNI/AAAAAAAAADw/FCvWykQXWcs/s1600-h/DSCF4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBItloXWNI/AAAAAAAAADw/FCvWykQXWcs/s320/DSCF4635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251277113546725586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find stir fry almost soothing.  Just crank up the heat and fry the shit out of everything!  I usually add about double the recommended amount of spinach, just because it's so good wilted and soaked in soy sauce, and it's good for you anyways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting my crap in order.&lt;/span&gt;  Ever since we had gotten back, I had no clean clothes, old mail everywhere, and an enormous stack of magazines to get through (I need to stop subscribing to things that get delivered weekly).  Took care of ALL of it.  I can finally find all my stuff again.  I'm the kind of person that feels really unsettled if stuff is everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So (hopefully) now that I finally feel like my life is back in order, you may be hearing from me more.  I'm not promising anything though....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-5704843698321912698?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5704843698321912698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=5704843698321912698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/5704843698321912698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/5704843698321912698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/09/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SOBJP-FarSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/0WAWFyOqD-c/s72-c/DSCF4633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-2881923802161058158</id><published>2008-09-23T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:15:06.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling the burn</title><content type='html'>Last night, I looked forward to crawling into bed to get another night of actual sleep.  I was still feeling the jet lag a little bit, and pretty much figured I would be fine by this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh was I wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNlZfns669I/AAAAAAAAADg/nfvvqw7Rl2I/s1600-h/tungurahua-volcano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNlZfns669I/AAAAAAAAADg/nfvvqw7Rl2I/s320/tungurahua-volcano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249325240445234130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rough estimate of what was going on in my stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At about 2 am (only asleep for about two and half hours) I woke up with heartburn so unbearable that I immediately shoveled down three tums tablets and a generous swig of pepto-bismol.  What ensued was another hour of sitting up trying to get my stomach settled (which wasn't all that terrible, I caught up on 200 &lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com"&gt;Chicagoist&lt;/a&gt; stories).  I tried water, followed that up with 7up to make me burp, which didn't work because the 7up was flat (blast!).  I finally found some diet tonic water in the back of the fridge that still had some fizz.  Good thing I like tonic water.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNlaiu5iXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/4Ue0bNfVdIU/s1600-h/fam_pepto_bismol_liq_cherry_-5702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNlaiu5iXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/4Ue0bNfVdIU/s320/fam_pepto_bismol_liq_cherry_-5702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249326393428434210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You failed to meet my expectations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally managed to crawl into bed at around 330, I had a good three more hours of shuteye to get before having to get up and shower.  So, instead of feeling nice and well-rested, I'm groggy as hell and cannot wait to crawl into bed tonight, most likely at around 9 and sans dinner. I won't get home until 730 and I'm not eating that close to when I go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, I thought to myself: "what did I eat last night that could have made my stomach upset?"  Truth be told I had been feeling some upset stomach this weekend as well, but nothing on the scale of the volcano churning in my stomach last night.  So I jotted down everything I've eaten since we left Australia.  It, well, explains everything:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the plane:&lt;/span&gt; Two meals: dinner and breakfast.  What they are is unimportant.  It's airline food for god's sake.  Plus I had five gin and tonics on that flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upon arriving at LAX:&lt;/span&gt; California Pizza Kitchen five cheese variety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upon arriving home that night:&lt;/span&gt; Dona Naty's, chorizo burrito with rice and beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt; Chipotle for Lunch, followed by Thai for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; Starbucks breakfast sandwich for lunch, followed by chicken wings, burgers, turkey chili, cupcakes, and beer for football. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; Starbucks coffee cake for breakfast, turkey sandwich with Hot Buffalo Wing Pretzel Pieces, and three Whole Foods chicken sausages for dinner with cupcakes as a dessert.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I probably gained 5 pounds and gave myself acid reflux disease in five days.  Oh, and I haven't had a real poo in three days.  That's making me more nervous than anything.  I may have to resort to buying fiber.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's time I eat a little better.  Salad, tofu, real vegetables, cut down on the meat, and lots of WATER.  I basically need to start cooking again.  I'll let you know how this goes.  I promise to not let you know when I poo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-2881923802161058158?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2881923802161058158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=2881923802161058158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/2881923802161058158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/2881923802161058158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-burn.html' title='feeling the burn'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNlZfns669I/AAAAAAAAADg/nfvvqw7Rl2I/s72-c/tungurahua-volcano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329480770597595808.post-1438845810217279110</id><published>2008-09-20T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T13:08:44.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little slice of me....</title><content type='html'>Since all of my wife's friends seem to be mentioning this blog, I figured I'd actually try to post SOMETHING in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since we're back from the honeymoon, I decided to catch up on my reader feed.  No big deal, just about 5000 posts to get through.  I usually start with the obvious, &lt;a href="http://ellemichelleunedited.blogger.com/"&gt;the wife's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://angilio.blogspot.com/"&gt;angilio&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tokissthecook.blogspot.com/"&gt;TKTC&lt;/a&gt;, and my other two faves, &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;lolcats&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/"&gt;cute overload&lt;/a&gt;.  If that doesn't already tell you a little about me, I'll show you just a few of my favorite posts from lolcats and cuteoverload...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4SYaKrQI/AAAAAAAAACY/0hze3b6xsdM/s1600-h/funny-pictures-moose-takes-a-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4SYaKrQI/AAAAAAAAACY/0hze3b6xsdM/s320/funny-pictures-moose-takes-a-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162829211184386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorites. I had this one as my Facebook pic for about a month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4Si3VpeI/AAAAAAAAACg/5gSbt-ziepo/s1600-h/funny-pictures-tiger-fetches-a-large-trunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4Si3VpeI/AAAAAAAAACg/5gSbt-ziepo/s320/funny-pictures-tiger-fetches-a-large-trunk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162832017892834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4Sw07nfI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZlxSTSCZ0fc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-hedgehog-has-a-coin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4Sw07nfI/AAAAAAAAACo/ZlxSTSCZ0fc/s320/funny-pictures-hedgehog-has-a-coin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162835765894642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think if investors knew about lolcats, they would love this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4TAuGyiI/AAAAAAAAACw/jLmTSG_6tak/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-finds-your-lost-marbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4TAuGyiI/AAAAAAAAACw/jLmTSG_6tak/s320/funny-pictures-cat-finds-your-lost-marbles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162840032234018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha, marbles.  No idea why I find that funny.  Maybe cause it's insinuating balls.  Just maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4Th8fXaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9GrhPwMQIwo/s1600-h/funny-pictures-beware-of-the-cute-duckling-scam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4Th8fXaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9GrhPwMQIwo/s320/funny-pictures-beware-of-the-cute-duckling-scam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248162848950934946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime I see a white duck, I think of Aflac commercials.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU47SeNJyI/AAAAAAAAADA/5J5FxRGXwbQ/s1600-h/funny-pictures-apparently-your-kitten-has-an-attention-disorder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU47SeNJyI/AAAAAAAAADA/5J5FxRGXwbQ/s320/funny-pictures-apparently-your-kitten-has-an-attention-disorder.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248163531992147746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a similar one dealing with an emo kitteh, but this one is funnier.  Let's ride bikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mfrost.typepad.com/cute_overload/2008/09/metallica-4chan.html"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; I just find to be awesome (SFW).  Courtesy of cuteoverload, but actually 4 chan.  This is classic 4chan creativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I'm at it, here's a few of my other reader favorites.  I think there's somewhere I can permanently put these, but I'll put it here first and let my wife tell me where I can do that once she reads this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rockonthecta.blogspot.com/"&gt;R.O.C.K. on the CTA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicagoist.com/"&gt;Chicagoist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://overheardinchicago.blogspot.com/"&gt;Overheard in Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecaucus.blogs.nytimes.com/"&gt;The Caucus Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://technicolorkitcheninenglish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Technicolor Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see where this whole blog thing takes me.  I know this is an inevitable step for me in the direction of iPhones and the dreaded twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/329480770597595808-1438845810217279110?l=epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1438845810217279110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=329480770597595808&amp;postID=1438845810217279110' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1438845810217279110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/329480770597595808/posts/default/1438845810217279110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epicuriousalchemist.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-little-slice-of-me.html' title='just a little slice of me....'/><author><name>Oh, Hello...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13262224592502741152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU9FcyQ-4I/AAAAAAAAADI/3cowm-i6-NU/S220/DSCF3887.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0l969gAtoWY/SNU4SYaKrQI/AAAAAAAAACY/0hze3b6xsdM/s72-c/funny-pictures-moose-takes-a-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
