Monday, December 22, 2008
Big News
Nebulous Mooch is moving. That's right! So if you want to continue following the Mooch, you need to go to the new blog. If you subscribe to the Mooch you need to re-subscribe at the new blog because your current subscription is with this URL and I'll no longer be posting here. So check out the new NebulousMooch.com.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
A Shocking New Development
My husband made a startling observation the other day. When I heard it, I nearly fainted. Before you read the rest of this make sure you're comfortably seated. Are you ready?
I'm 34. When did that happen? I'd been walking around for the past seven months living the life of a 33 year old. I'd been thinking 33-year-old thoughts and saying 33-year-old things. And all the while, I was 34.
This whole turn of events happened when I mentioned being 33 to my husband the other day. "You're not 33," he said. I was excited by this statement because I actually thought I was rounding up and that maybe he'd say, "You're really 32." He didn't say that. This is what he said, "You're 34."
"No, I'm not."
"You were born in 1974. This is 2008. That makes you 34."
"No, I'm not," I insisted. He obviously had no idea what he was talking about.
"You're birthday's in May. You're 34 and I'm 43."
"You're 43!" This was completely astonishing to me.
"Unfortunately," he said.
I'm glad I'm not the one that's 43, I secretly thought as I left the room.
I'm 34. When did that happen? I'd been walking around for the past seven months living the life of a 33 year old. I'd been thinking 33-year-old thoughts and saying 33-year-old things. And all the while, I was 34.
This whole turn of events happened when I mentioned being 33 to my husband the other day. "You're not 33," he said. I was excited by this statement because I actually thought I was rounding up and that maybe he'd say, "You're really 32." He didn't say that. This is what he said, "You're 34."
"No, I'm not."
"You were born in 1974. This is 2008. That makes you 34."
"No, I'm not," I insisted. He obviously had no idea what he was talking about.
"You're birthday's in May. You're 34 and I'm 43."
"You're 43!" This was completely astonishing to me.
"Unfortunately," he said.
I'm glad I'm not the one that's 43, I secretly thought as I left the room.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sorry
I've been ignoring the blog recently. It's not because I don't love all of you and want to tell you every detail about incredibly fascinating life. It's just been because I've been busy or preoccupied or cold. Enough excuses. Here are some pictures.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Romanesco Cauliflower
We've been getting organic vegetables delivered these days. It's been really good. What's in the box changes week to week and you never know exactly what to expect.
This week I opened the box and discovered this.
Isn't it great! The note inside my box said, "Some of you were lucky to receive a Romanesco cauliflower this week." I thought I was just getting vegetables delivered, but now I feel like I've won the lottery--the cauliflower lottery. Okay, maybe that's not such a great lottery to win.
This week I opened the box and discovered this.
Isn't it great! The note inside my box said, "Some of you were lucky to receive a Romanesco cauliflower this week." I thought I was just getting vegetables delivered, but now I feel like I've won the lottery--the cauliflower lottery. Okay, maybe that's not such a great lottery to win.
Yes I Can
When I woke up this morning I felt as cynical as ever. I stumbled sleepy-eyed into my stepson's room to put his lunch in his book bag. "Obama won the election," he said.
After bathing and putting on his school uniform, he'd gotten back into bed to take a quick nap before going to school. "Are you sure?" I asked. I thought he might've been dreaming.
It turns out that he wasn't dreaming and now I feel like anything is possible.
When I mailed in my absentee ballot last month, my husband said, "Why are you bothering? They're just going to throw it anyway?" This is proof positive that they counted my vote. Without my vote, he might've never gotten elected.
After bathing and putting on his school uniform, he'd gotten back into bed to take a quick nap before going to school. "Are you sure?" I asked. I thought he might've been dreaming.
It turns out that he wasn't dreaming and now I feel like anything is possible.
When I mailed in my absentee ballot last month, my husband said, "Why are you bothering? They're just going to throw it anyway?" This is proof positive that they counted my vote. Without my vote, he might've never gotten elected.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Trash Pie
I like to think that I'm a good cook. I don't know what everyone else thinks. I'm such a good cook that my other blog features weekly recipes that I enjoy cooking. I hope to inspire the world to cook delicious food, eat way too much and regret it the next day.
Part of being a good cook is creativity. You have to be willing to experiment in the kitchen. This is the only way to come up with delicious new recipes that will make your mouth water. Sometimes experiments go horribly wrong though.
That's what happened yesterday when I decided to make a vegetable pie but discovered that I didn't have all the ingredients I needed to make it. So I used substitutions. Sometimes substitutions can lead to a wonderful new discovery. Sometimes they can lead to shame and embarrassment.
Maybe it was the fact that I substituted yogurt for cheese or mirin for cooking sherry or coconut oil for butter. Maybe it's because I just started randomly throwing spices in it when I released it was going horribly wrong. Whatever the reason, the pie was terrible. I couldn't even eat a whole piece. My husband ate two large pieces and kept insisting it was fine. Either he's nice or there's something wrong with his taste buds.
The pie was so bad that when my stepson came home from school he said, "It smells like trash in here." He was right and it wasn't the trash he was smelling it was the pie. I might as well have emptied the contents from the trashcan into a pie plate and served it up. Oh well, you live and learn, apparently.
Part of being a good cook is creativity. You have to be willing to experiment in the kitchen. This is the only way to come up with delicious new recipes that will make your mouth water. Sometimes experiments go horribly wrong though.
That's what happened yesterday when I decided to make a vegetable pie but discovered that I didn't have all the ingredients I needed to make it. So I used substitutions. Sometimes substitutions can lead to a wonderful new discovery. Sometimes they can lead to shame and embarrassment.
Maybe it was the fact that I substituted yogurt for cheese or mirin for cooking sherry or coconut oil for butter. Maybe it's because I just started randomly throwing spices in it when I released it was going horribly wrong. Whatever the reason, the pie was terrible. I couldn't even eat a whole piece. My husband ate two large pieces and kept insisting it was fine. Either he's nice or there's something wrong with his taste buds.
The pie was so bad that when my stepson came home from school he said, "It smells like trash in here." He was right and it wasn't the trash he was smelling it was the pie. I might as well have emptied the contents from the trashcan into a pie plate and served it up. Oh well, you live and learn, apparently.
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