bye bye, weekend
Apr. 3rd, 2016 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kindkitWhen I got home on Friday evening I thought, "Screw it, I don't want to cook or bake or do anything this weekend."
Naturally, I baked chocolate & peanut butter brownies and a big batch of bread rolls. I also made a version of this Korean vegetable stew (mine included potatoes, zucchini, daikon, and tofu, plus half a packet of Vietnamese-style pork meatballs I had left over; I made the broth with konbu and my last packet of instant Japanese anchovy stock, because I can't find dried anchovies where I live). And today I baked the ham that I bought on sale the week before Easter. I didn't end up cooking the cauliflower with hollandaise sauce that I had intended to go with the ham, because I wasn't hungry enough. Maybe tomorrow.
There's a bunch of stew left over--because I made about a quadruple batch--and of course a ton of ham. Mmm, sandwiches and potato soup and bean soup and potato gratin and I don't know what else. Leftovers = opportunity.
The most recent episode of Grantchester made me care about the show again by mostly not being about Sidney's love life. Poor Gary. What Geordie said to Sidney afterwards was incredibly ham-handed; if they keep lampshading the fact that Geordie is "not himself" but never give us a reason why, I'm going to be annoyed, because it's starting to feel like they're just making warping him out of character to add conflict.
Leonard's tin box damn near made me cry. I hope he runs away to France with photographer guy and lives happily ever after.
I finished Jon Ronson's The Men Who Stare At Goats, but I think it's my least favorite of his books. I'm sort of out of books now and have resorted to reading bits of Jane Austen's juvenilia and unfinished novels. Lady Susan is fun if formulaic, and I enjoyed the setup of The Watsons, which is a sort of comically exaggerated Pride and Prejudice, and would have liked to see more of Mr. Howard. I should try to read what there is of Sanditon, but it will make me sad. If I had the power to change literary history, I'd give Jane Austen twenty more years of good health.
I've now been reduced to reading Lawrence Miles's Dead Romance, which I'm enjoying all right despite its being by Lawrence Miles. Miles has a lot of talent, but like Grant Morrison he gets too enamored of his own weird ideas. And Miles' seething need to demonstrate that he's intellectually and politically superior to every else who's ever written a Doctor Who tie-in novel quickly gets tiresome. But Dead Romance is fine so far.
Book recs welcome.
Naturally, I baked chocolate & peanut butter brownies and a big batch of bread rolls. I also made a version of this Korean vegetable stew (mine included potatoes, zucchini, daikon, and tofu, plus half a packet of Vietnamese-style pork meatballs I had left over; I made the broth with konbu and my last packet of instant Japanese anchovy stock, because I can't find dried anchovies where I live). And today I baked the ham that I bought on sale the week before Easter. I didn't end up cooking the cauliflower with hollandaise sauce that I had intended to go with the ham, because I wasn't hungry enough. Maybe tomorrow.
There's a bunch of stew left over--because I made about a quadruple batch--and of course a ton of ham. Mmm, sandwiches and potato soup and bean soup and potato gratin and I don't know what else. Leftovers = opportunity.
The most recent episode of Grantchester made me care about the show again by mostly not being about Sidney's love life. Poor Gary. What Geordie said to Sidney afterwards was incredibly ham-handed; if they keep lampshading the fact that Geordie is "not himself" but never give us a reason why, I'm going to be annoyed, because it's starting to feel like they're just making warping him out of character to add conflict.
Leonard's tin box damn near made me cry. I hope he runs away to France with photographer guy and lives happily ever after.
I finished Jon Ronson's The Men Who Stare At Goats, but I think it's my least favorite of his books. I'm sort of out of books now and have resorted to reading bits of Jane Austen's juvenilia and unfinished novels. Lady Susan is fun if formulaic, and I enjoyed the setup of The Watsons, which is a sort of comically exaggerated Pride and Prejudice, and would have liked to see more of Mr. Howard. I should try to read what there is of Sanditon, but it will make me sad. If I had the power to change literary history, I'd give Jane Austen twenty more years of good health.
I've now been reduced to reading Lawrence Miles's Dead Romance, which I'm enjoying all right despite its being by Lawrence Miles. Miles has a lot of talent, but like Grant Morrison he gets too enamored of his own weird ideas. And Miles' seething need to demonstrate that he's intellectually and politically superior to every else who's ever written a Doctor Who tie-in novel quickly gets tiresome. But Dead Romance is fine so far.
Book recs welcome.
