Sunday, October 26, 2008

She's warm now, but she hates me........

See? It actually looks like she is telling me off.

Friday, October 17, 2008

I'm Going Scanner Happy

I am finally putting all of the hours I spent in photoshop class at UW to good use.........The colors have been adjusted a bit...but the silly smirks are real....I swear.....

This is the only picture I have ever seen of Grace Emily and Thomas Fleck in which they actually look they were actually supposed to be together... but at second glance...I'm not so sure.
I think it was more like this:

FLECK: Oh!....someone is pointing a camera at us.....I need to grab my wife and squeeze her as if we have the perfect marriage, even though I ignored her for the entire day today by locking myself in the basement preparing for next years' boy scout pinewood derby races and drinking a case of Rolling Rock. Cheese!

GRACIE: Wha...hey, why is he putting his arm around me? Jesus, Tom, you almost spilled my triple Stoli on the rocks with a twist! Hey! You are smashing my face.....God, he reeks of Rolling Rock. Cheese!

Monday, October 13, 2008

Sunday, October 05, 2008

You too can have one of these........

Which came first

This is just wrong, but I had to do it. It counts as my yesterday blog.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Broken Dishwasher

Greg, Keith, Linda, Tube Top, and Dan are all coming to dinner at Casa McGann tonight.
I have been cooking for two days, so I THOUGHT I was way ahead, until now. The damned 25 year old dishwasher just broke again. Needless to say, I have little time to blog, as I will be making friends with Dawn and Bounty the Quicker Picker Upper.
This one gets a big 'ol FUCK!!!!!!

Here's the menu....Gotta go call the landlord now.

A Dinner Long Overdue
Friday, October 3rd, 2008

Heirloom Tomato and Dill Soup Shot with Nasturtium Oil

Wedge Salad with Pickled Eggs, Golden and Chiogga Beets, Blue Cheese Dressing, Bacon and Vintage Cheddar Popover with Elstar Apple Butter

Washington Lemberger Sorbet with Concord Grapes and Lavender

Veal and Fontina Canneloni with Porcini Mushroom Marsala Sauce, Tomato Confit, and Sage Oil

Lemon Basil Pudding with Phyllo Crisps and Se’ Decouvrir

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Wine Log - 2003 Terra del Grico Rosso

It's food and wine blog month for Jen and Nat....and I am a day late. I am an admitted addict to Facebook. When I should have been working on this blog, I was taking the "What kind of dog are you?" quiz. A Maltese? WTF? I generally think of myself as a terrier. I think the blond hair threw it off.

I purchased this bottle of wine at the Puget Consumer's Co-op a few months back. The person in charge of choosing wine for this place is brilliant. They find these amazing little vineyards who make small lots and somehow can negotiate criminal prices with the distributor. Probably because they can only get a few cases. So here I am swooning over this little Italian gem, but the last glass is bittersweet...I'm sure the co-op has already sold the last bottle.

But wait....the internet to the rescue! I just found this fabulous website where you and your friends can log wine. I am normally a fan of keeping a notebook for such things, as I love pen and paper, but this is more practical. As with most Italian wines, I cannot tell by looking at the label which words are the grape, the vineyard, the blend, etc.....the year is all I understand.
Problem Solved...just go to
... type in some of the jibberish, and it sorts it all out for you, while keeping a log of your wines. Sometimes it even has a picture, but this one was too obscure.

This one was an easy drinker.....not my usual "type", as I love big oaky reds, but it had this concord grape essence to it without the sugar that I loved....

I almost never love anything that comes from Italy...most I've experienced remind me of getting the vinegary Easter egg dye in my mouth as a child. This was an exception, and I look forward to many more.

I also just discovered that photographing wine bottles is an art that I have yet to perfect....something else to work on this month.