'Nuff Said

Watermelon Lime Popsicles - Update

They were a minor hit, meaning only a few people stuck around long enough to try them. I think my friends were just humouring me, but even so, these friends were good enough to say the popsicles were "delicious." The sausages were better, but that was a given. Really, the best part of the entire night was when S played "Int'l Players Anthem: I Choose You" by UGK feat. Outkast. That's America. F. Yeah.

It's 12:51

Why do I hear fireworks? The incessant burst of fireworks at all hours - even hours during which you can't really see them - is one of the only things I HATE about the period of time surrounding Independence Day. Do I love America? Yes. I saw a fantastic bumper sticker on a pickup truck yesterday that had a picture of an American Indian with a caption that read: Don't love America? Fine, give it back. Tres magnifique.

Watermelon Lime Popsicles

I made some of these this morning to bring to a little Independence Day fete later on. I purchased the watermelon thinking it would be pink inside. No, it was yellow. I was somewhat shocked, but I guess maybe the miniature watermelons are always yellow? Who knows, I rarely buy watermelons. Because the melons tasted as sweet as I remember pink watermelons tasting, I kept them.

The only thing is, I don't think the ratio of lime to watermelon to sugar was quite right - the mixture tasted a touch...bland...or not quite limey enough but also not quite watermeloney enough. I don't eat popsicles very often, and the ones I used to eat came in a long plastic tube and didn't taste like anything but high fructose corn syrup (e.g. delicious!) with orange/purple/red/blue/green flavoring, whatever that is. The point being, I didn't know what they were supposed to taste like. I'll report back in a few hours.

Baked Eggy Goodness

I finally acquired some ramekins and had to use them immediately in order to justify paying the $3 and change at the hardware store. So I baked some eggs with asparagus, parmesan and sea salt (and a dash of the best milk ever, Straus whole). I only used two eggs, but somehow, before I knew it, the ramekin was overflowing with baked eggy goodness. I think I overcooked the eggs a touch, but the great thing about baking eggs is that they still remain quite moist.

Sidebar: that word always feels so dirty whenever I write it, but sadly, there is no other way to appropriately describe the state of the egg dish.

Speaking of sidebars, did you know that that is actually a legal term? During my first week as a summer clerk for a judge, an attorney asked the judge if he could "have a sidebar." Who knew? Now you do.

Anyway, I think next time I'll add some hot pepper flakes and perhaps some pesto. Yum.

World Cuppage

I haven't been obsessed with the World Cup like some people. I saw the US v. Ghana game (tear) and am now watching the Argentina v. Gernmany game (I happened to wake up early so I decided to watch). I sadly missed the Ghana v. Uruguay game yesterday and cannot share in the cultural moment that people might be discussing for a week (they were robbed [I heard]!).

I don't know a thing about soccer, except that Cacau isn't playing today for some reason (Cacau! Cacau! Kakaw Kakaw!) and that I should, but for some reason do not, have a drink in my hand. I just realized it's half time so maybe I'll go get some grapefruit juice and make a salty dog.

This streaming-thought-blog post was brought to you by - dammit! The game is back on now I can't get any grapefruit juice! Balderdash! Mist! Sheizer! Mierda!

Cold Chillin

With a little Celtics victory on the side.