One more quick food note

[mrissa]

Did you know that you can make a very sticky yellow paste on the blender blades with cream and canteloupe? True story.

Also, you know what my favorite thing is about being an adult? Well, yah, okay, but my favorite thing that I'm willing to write about in my lj? The kind of confidence that comes from experience. In this particular case, I could look at the recipe I was using for the orange-canteloupe soup, and I could squint at the line where it said, "4 to 5 large ripe canteloupes," and I could say, "No. I am on canteloupe number 2.5, and already the other flavors are getting lost. I will finish this to make it a round number of three canteloupes, and then I will quit, because I have the nose, and I know how I want this soup to taste, and you, lady who wrote the recipe, do not." Because if I'd wanted to puree canteloupe, I know how to do that -- but I wanted to taste the orange juice, the lemon juice, the wine, the cinnamon, the cream. In fact, I wanted canteloupe soup, not canteloupe puree. And because I've done this sort of thing before, if not this specific thing, I didn't have to get to the point where I was dissatisfied with the result. I could stop before then and be satisfied.

Apply at will to friendships, writing, other life lessons: sometimes you really do know what you want, and it doesn't have to be what other people want, and it's good to be able to spot those times. And sometimes to slurp their frothy orange goodness.

Comments

[zunger.livejournal.com]

This sounds like a very interesting soup. Did it turn out well?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Preliminary report is good. We'll see how I feel about it after eating it for several meals once I have my wisdom teeth yanked.

[fredcritter.livejournal.com]

Ouch! … er … I mean … I hope everything goes smoothly and easily with the extractions. :)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

The good thing is, I had the left side done already, and I survived the experience.

The bad thing is, the oral surgeon involved was kind of incompetent (leaving a large chunk of tooth in my head to work itself out over several months).

The good thing is, this one is a different one.

The bad thing is, I have no way of telling whether he's more competent.

The good thing is, after this I won't have to have any more wisdom teeth out.

I think that adds up to okayish at the very least.

[zunger.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Good luck.

[haddayr.livejournal.com]

aMEN!

[fredcritter.livejournal.com]

Apply at will to friendships, writing, other life lessons: sometimes you really do know what you want, and it doesn't have to be what other people want, and it's good to be able to spot those times. And sometimes to slurp their frothy orange goodness.

Spot on!

And I do so love to slurp my friends' frothy orange goodnesses. Yes indeed I do.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I share my frothy orange goodness where feasible, but I just won't be seeing that many people in the next several days, so this particular bit of frothy orange goodness will have to be limited to the people who live here, my parents, my aunt, and whoever at B. Poly might want it. (Except it has cream, so whoever at B. Poly might want it and be able to eat it.)

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Even on simple cooking - when to turn the potatoes down *before* they boil over. And when to start the shrimp relative to the potatoes. (Those things don't generally seem to be viewed as a natural combination, but I like shrimp and I like potatoes and it's just me tonight. One of my *other* favorite things about adulthood is getting to eat what you want, more or less when you want.)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Yes -- for me it's the ravioli rather than the potatoes, but same deal.

If I liked shrimp, shrimp and potatoes might sound fine to me. But I don't like shrimp. It's a texture thing. For me it's almost always a texture thing.

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

Not smell?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I can never avoid the smells. If someone near me is going to have shrimp, I will be smelling the shrimp. I can avoid the textures. So my tolerance for smells has to be higher. There was one soup my college cafeteria made that was an exception to this rule. If I saw it on the menu board, I would go eat granola in my room for dinner, or order a pizza, because the smell was enough to put me off food for several meals.

[skwirly.livejournal.com]

My favorite thing about being an adult is being allowed to eat ice cream for breakfast. ;)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

My mom had bought this amazing peanut butter chocolate ice cream -- I wish we could find it, it had, like, control rods of chocolate to keep the reaction contained in one's mouth, it was lovely -- and my dad was out of town one night. This was when I was 16. And when Mom asked what I wanted for dinner, I said, "Honestly? I just want some more of that ice cream -- I don't care what else we eat." And she said, "Oh, good -- me too!" And so we did. Just once.

We also had ice cream for breakfast once around the same time. Aunt Doris wanted to go to Bridgeman's for breakfast, and I ordered a muffin and a raspberry fudge sundae. And Aunt Dor said, "Are you going to let her do that?" and Mom said, "Make mine a turtle sundae and a blueberry muffin."

Ways in which my mom rocks, #7446.

[skwirly.livejournal.com]

Your mom is awesome! My mom is equally awesome, but definitely in non-ice cream-related ways.

One of my fiance's favorite stories is about the few times when his father was out of town, and his mother took him and his sister to the store and all three of them picked out a pint of Ben and Jerry's each, and that was dinner.

Nowadays, I must admit, we both go in more for those 'Whole Fruit' bars instead of ice cream, since they're soooooooooo good. But the principle remains the same!

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

My "Whole Fruit" obsession right now is the boysenberry sorbet, not the bars, but I do know what you mean about the frozen goodness of the principle!