My life. Our sink is clogged.

And this pretty much is my humour. I’m surprised my generation doesn’t have more serial killers from watching Electric Company.

Some of you probably wonder why I post pictures of food and / or meals. I’d been asked to. :::grins:::

So… last night’s dinner was made with the leftover of our holiday meal of Prime Rib. It was the first prime rib I’d ever made and funnily enough, I was talking on the phone with my mother when I mentioned I was plotting its destruction. She then said; “Oh we had that last night. Let me give you the cooking instructions I got from this woman who got it from somewhere in the 70s. Works great!”

I did mine with kosher salt, cracked black pepper and roasted garlic as a rub.

No Fail Roast Beef (Any size rib roast)

Salt and pepper roast and let stand at room temperature for 1 hour. (Optional: poke holes here and there in the roast and put in little pieces of garlic) Place beef, fat side up, in open roaster (not covered) and put in 350 degrees Fahreinheit oven for 1 hour. Turn off heat but DO NOT OPEN DOOR ANY TIME UNTIL READY TO SERVE. Let sit for a minimum of 1 hour then….cook according to the following below.

For rare beef: 45 minutes before serving turn oven on to 300 degrees

For medium beef: 50 minutes before serving turn oven on to 300 degrees

For medium-well done beef: 55 minutes before serving turn oven to 300 degrees

Notice: Roast can be started in mid-afternoon or earlier. Allow at least 3 hours in the oven to complete cooking.

Here are the leftovers. Prime rib stir fried with onions and green beans with garlic and oyster sauce over calrose rice. Next time, I’ll take a picture of the roast beast.

When I was younger, I had a fascination with mechanical things, cars especially. To me they were a thing of beauty. My grandfather, who raised me for the first few years of my life, encouraged many of my quirks, one of which was reading, which stymies a lot of my family members.

This is a picture of me going through a Sears catalog, which was really the only way to get really cool stuff in Hilo at the time. Please notice the page. Cars, and Hot Wheel tracks.

Of course would it have killed them to wipe my face before they took the picture? I was a very grubby child…who they kept insisting on dressing in light colours. The bleach bills must have been outrageous.

The woman next to me is my mom. She looks about the same, except her hair isn’t blond any more. It’s back to its natural brown-black. She swears she never had her hair blond. We all say… huh. Sure. I’ve got about 10 photos of her with her hair like that.

But I digress.

My love for cars in my family’s mind equals a masculine trait so therefore, I must be a lesbian. This was a curious thing for me to encounter, mostly because I’m fairly clueless about people outside of my brain (we’ll get into that later) but mostly because I really love men. I even lived with a few but this did/does not shake my family’s undercurrent of belief that I like women.

It doesn’t really bother me. It gives them something to talk about in church, I guess but it feels strange to be in the closet for something I am not. Because believe it or not, there is actual encouragement although very light that I should admit to my loving women.

Very complicated. Suffice it to say, I’ve grown okay with my supposed conflict of who I am and who I’m attracted to. I’m a girl that likes cars, whisky and well, boys. Even boys that love other boys. I cook and can change out a toilet’s guts. I design for a living and write for a torture. No really, writing’s a torture. It hates me.

But I’m okay with it.

I used to wonder if people now were raising their children to accept who they are. That’s my biggest concern. It’s not enough of a concern for me to have a kid but one I have anyway. Are people letting their heterosexual leaning little girls like cars? Are they letting their heterosexual leaning boys to like dolls? Are we heading to being okay? At some point, I hope we are.

Then, I came across this and thought; Yeah, thanks for raising this kid right. You all give me hope.

Salami, Ritz Crackers (do not judge me), pepper jack, cheddar, feta cheese and black olives.

I miss these guys.

 

Disney’s It Gets Better.

It does. It’s hard to get there. But it does.

Teddy the talking Porcupine wishes you a happy christmas but that’s HIS FRICKING COOKIE!

I was going to write a long thing about how I got to my version of faith and spirituality but honestly, it added nothing to the message these two young women give. So, I’ll leave it at that.

A Christian’s Rebuttal to Rick Perry.

tonight’s dinner: portuguese sausage meat, rice and portuguese sweet bread rolls.