So, I started this blog to talk about serious matters, but was led astray by women and men of ill repute. (See My Betters list, though that title will be changing.) Well, these "artistes" are all pretty damned famous now, so we won't see the shine of their coin (usually in very small denominations anyway) in the near future.
Enough. I subscribe to Wall Street Journal. The intention was to make a sincere attempt to get my finances in order. Instead, I tend to read about two things: My oil stocks -- because this in the only publication that does not make me feel guilty -- and the weekend Food & Drink. When I was gainfully employed, F&D made me buy many utensils I've never used, for example, a pressure cooker and several items of cutlery that are so dangerous I'm afraid to even look at them. And mortars and pestles that have not seen the leaf of an herb, and various cuts of meat that are hard frozen in the nether reaches of my freezer.
Recently I almost bought a panini press. Fortunately my horse crushed my hand the day I planned to click on the Amazon link.
But now F&D has fed me a new obsession. I must sous vide at home. Ok, maybe I've sous'd, and maybe I've vide'd, but never together and never in the privacy of my own home. All it takes is a rice cooker, some gadget, some other gadget, complex recipes, and many hours. Just think, for only $300 and maybe six hours or so, I can cook an egg! Cheaper than a teabag and a can of Velveeta! Imagine! MUST HAVE. My index finger is itchy for Amazon. And my gadgets. There's still room on the shelf, next to the pressure cooker.
(Yes, that is a picture of me among my treasures, chanting the viking prayer: Stay away from the lutefisk, where is the garbage disposal.)