These pictures are last first.
Pumpkin Pie
Gravy-ed
Not Gravy-ed
Steamy Mashed Potatoes
Biscuits Not Homemade
Turkey
Turkey
Pictures from a shopping trip to Whole Foods
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
What a crock.
After nine hours this is what the pork loin roast looked like. There is BBQ sauce and three diced onions in there as well.
It was steamy
I couldn't pull it out in one piece.
The start of the shredding process
More shredding
Shredded or fully pulled. I am good at pulling meat.
Back into the pot, which I should have not done because the BBQ sauce was way too sweet especially after reducing somewhat on the heat for nine hours.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Here!
I think she displayed a lot of emotion in her expression but I don't know what that emotion was.
Ferries to the Boston Harbor Islands will resume in May 2012
These ladies ruined the shot I had wanted to take
I wanted this shot but I wanted it at a different angle, probably with me standing closer to the fence.
Poor shot of two birds
I had read about this fire in the newspaper about a week prior to taking this photo. I think the cause was construction related.
There are more than just the homeless out there begging. In this shot I made certain to include his bird friend in the background because I am an awesome photographer. This was my third photo of these sparrows.
Shot two; a moderate improvement over the first shot.
Shot one; if you might lose the shot take it as quick as you can and then later try to get the best shot. Some might say that the table adds drama and color and perspective but I think it imposes itself to be the star of the photo.
Patio heaters, I've seen them before at open cafes. The first time I saw them was in San Antonio, it was in February and it was about 68 degrees at night, and folks were eating in the outside seating areas of some of the restaurants and they had these heaters going and they also had these Mexican blankets that people could drape over themselves due to the "cold." I was walking around in a short sleeve shirt wondering what the fuss was about because 68 degrees is rather nice for outside.
These heaters work pretty well.
Bathroom graffiti
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Another day
People in the office seem to be in a bit of a panic mode.
It like a victim of abuse is trying to do everything possible to provide no reason to be abuse again by a returning spouse. People are being too careful and worrying about things that will not happen.
(Although there is some verbal abuse sometimes, to be fair)
I have legitimate concerns today and these worrywarts are consuming all of my energy.
I am being worn down.
There is too much abuse in the world.
...
I sit and sip and watch.
I see Tony outside. He is watching too but the way he is watching is like he is trying to decide on what to do next. He served in World War II. I know him from the bar. The bar neither of us frequent too often anymore.
I know he will talk to me if he sees me. He isn't unpleasant to talk too but I look to my right as I see he walk through the door. He is in his own world at the moment and I am content to keep him there. He walks by me continuing on his way.
I watch him disappear into the crowd. He seems even smaller than the last time I saw him. He's about the size of a fifth grader and I slightly worry about his survival but he has made it this long without me worrying about him.
He showed me a picture once. I was him in his youth. He was standing in front of a war plane. It was from a different life or so it seemed.
...
It like a victim of abuse is trying to do everything possible to provide no reason to be abuse again by a returning spouse. People are being too careful and worrying about things that will not happen.
(Although there is some verbal abuse sometimes, to be fair)
I have legitimate concerns today and these worrywarts are consuming all of my energy.
I am being worn down.
There is too much abuse in the world.
...
I sit and sip and watch.
I see Tony outside. He is watching too but the way he is watching is like he is trying to decide on what to do next. He served in World War II. I know him from the bar. The bar neither of us frequent too often anymore.
I know he will talk to me if he sees me. He isn't unpleasant to talk too but I look to my right as I see he walk through the door. He is in his own world at the moment and I am content to keep him there. He walks by me continuing on his way.
I watch him disappear into the crowd. He seems even smaller than the last time I saw him. He's about the size of a fifth grader and I slightly worry about his survival but he has made it this long without me worrying about him.
He showed me a picture once. I was him in his youth. He was standing in front of a war plane. It was from a different life or so it seemed.
...
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Vote day
The days back to work haven't been as horrible as I had thought they would be which makes me worry that I am missing something.
I type this at an outside table overlooking Boston Harbor. It is the eighth of November and it is sixty six degrees out. People are out and about which means that I cannot look up porn. I think the dirty bits of the Internet are blocked at the moment anyway.
I think that there are too many people walking by my table so I move to another. Humans haunt me.
I look out over the harbor. I watch people go by. A gentleman approaches me. His is well dressed. He carries a stack of small newspapers. He stands close to me.
He shows the papers and states that these very papers help the homeless. The papers are copies of the Spare Change newspaper.
I tell him him that I am not interested.
He continues with something about it being difficult as the cold weather approaches.
I shake my head, no.
He doesn't want to give up on me but he spots easier prey, an older heavy set woman who most likely lives in the suburbs, and leaves my table. She states that she doesn't want the paper but will give him a dollar.
She starts to look in her purse and then states that she only has change. I cannot see the change change hands but I can hear it. It was maybe a dollars worth.
Babies and dogs and tourists are what I see.
...
I wonder why it is that when I shave her legs, it is an act of devotion but when she shaves mine, it is an act of ownership.
...
I sip from my Starbucks green ice tea.
I watch a group of three amateur photographers taking photos. I look to where they are shooting. I am not too impressed.
I type this at an outside table overlooking Boston Harbor. It is the eighth of November and it is sixty six degrees out. People are out and about which means that I cannot look up porn. I think the dirty bits of the Internet are blocked at the moment anyway.
I think that there are too many people walking by my table so I move to another. Humans haunt me.
I look out over the harbor. I watch people go by. A gentleman approaches me. His is well dressed. He carries a stack of small newspapers. He stands close to me.
He shows the papers and states that these very papers help the homeless. The papers are copies of the Spare Change newspaper.
I tell him him that I am not interested.
He continues with something about it being difficult as the cold weather approaches.
I shake my head, no.
He doesn't want to give up on me but he spots easier prey, an older heavy set woman who most likely lives in the suburbs, and leaves my table. She states that she doesn't want the paper but will give him a dollar.
She starts to look in her purse and then states that she only has change. I cannot see the change change hands but I can hear it. It was maybe a dollars worth.
Babies and dogs and tourists are what I see.
...
I wonder why it is that when I shave her legs, it is an act of devotion but when she shaves mine, it is an act of ownership.
...
I sip from my Starbucks green ice tea.
I watch a group of three amateur photographers taking photos. I look to where they are shooting. I am not too impressed.
Monday, November 07, 2011
Testing
This is a test
Rolled pizza wheels
plain parsley
not rolled pizza wheels
oregano
tomato paste with oregano
mushrooms, pancetta, onions, peppers and other stuff
Knife and steel. The steel was my dad's. That knive is the reason I chopped everything by hand as opposed to using a food processor.
Finished wheels
Uncooked wheels
Chopped parsley
Parchment paper folded on the long edge to keep it flat which works better than trying to reverse the curve
Cooked and chopped pancetta
Red pepper
Sweet onion
Also finished pizza wheels
De-stemmed oregano because I care
Chopped oregano
Onions and mushrooms. I diced the stems finer than I did the tops of the mushrooms
Cooked pancetta
Cut pizza wheel roll
Provolone and prosciutto
mushrooms
Rolled pizza wheels
plain parsley
not rolled pizza wheels
oregano
tomato paste with oregano
mushrooms, pancetta, onions, peppers and other stuff
Knife and steel. The steel was my dad's. That knive is the reason I chopped everything by hand as opposed to using a food processor.
Finished wheels
Uncooked wheels
Chopped parsley
Parchment paper folded on the long edge to keep it flat which works better than trying to reverse the curve
Cooked and chopped pancetta
Red pepper
Sweet onion
Also finished pizza wheels
De-stemmed oregano because I care
Chopped oregano
Onions and mushrooms. I diced the stems finer than I did the tops of the mushrooms
Cooked pancetta
Cut pizza wheel roll
Provolone and prosciutto
mushrooms
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