Mom asked how I got my pictures so bright, so I thought I would write a little tutorial. I am by no means an expert, I am just now learning what some of this stuff does, but just in case it can help someone, here goes:
Notes: I think this should work with just about any version of Photoshop, but for future reference, I am using Photoshop CS3.
INGREDIENTS
Pickled Red Onion and Jalapeños
1 red onion (about 12 ounces), halved lengthwise, cut thinly crosswise
5 whole small jalapeños
2 cups seasoned rice vinegar
3 tablespoons fresh lime juice
1 tablespoon coarse kosher salt
Baja Cream
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup sour cream
2 tablespoons fresh lime juice
1 teaspoon (packed) finely grated lime peel
pinch of salt
Tomatillo Salsa Verde
12 oz tomatillos,* husked, stemmed, divided
4 green onions, white and green parts separated
1 jalapeño chile
2 garlic cloves, unpeeled
1 1/4 cups (packed) fresh cilantro leaves
1 tablespoon (or more) fresh lime juice
Fish
2 cups buttermilk
1/2 cup chopped fresh cilantro
3 tablespoons hot pepper sauce
3 teaspoons coarse kosher salt, divided
1 tablespoon fresh lime juice
2 pounds skinless halibut, sea bass, or striped bass fillets, cut into 1/2×1/2-inch strips
16 corn tortillas
2 cups self-rising flour
Vegetable oil (for frying)
Fresh Salsa
Guacamole
DIRECTIONS
1. For pickled red onion and jalapeños: place onion and jalapeños in heatproof medium bowl. Mix vinegar, lime juice, and salt in small saucepan. Bring just to boil, stirring until salt dissolves. Pour over onion and jalapeños. Let stand at room temperature at least 1 hour and up to 8 hours. Can be made 1 week ahead. Cover and refrigerate.
2. For baja cream: whisk all ingredients in small bowl. Can be made 3 days ahead. Cover and refrigerate.
3. For tomatillo salsa verde: preheat oven to 375°F. Lightly oil roasting pan.
4. Char half of tomatillos, white parts of green onions, and jalapeño directly over gas flame or in broiler. Transfer charred vegetables to prepared roasting pan. Add remaining tomatillos and garlic cloves to pan. Roast until all vegetables are soft, about 12 minutes. Cool.
5. Stem and seed jalapeño. Place all roasted vegetables, green onion tops, cilantro, and 1 tablespoon lime juice in blender. Puree until smooth, stopping to push vegetables down into blades several times. Transfer to medium bowl. Season with salt and more lime juice, if desired.
6. For fish: mix buttermilk, cilantro, pepper sauce, 1 teaspoon salt, and lime juice in large bowl. Add fish; toss. Cover; chill at least 1 hour and up to 3 hours.
7. Preheat oven to 300°F. Wrap tortillas in foil; place in oven to warm.
8. Whisk flour and remaining 2 teaspoons salt in medium bowl. Add enough oil to large skillet to reach depth of 1 inch. Heat oil until thermometer registers 350°F.
9. Working in batches, remove fish from marinade and dredge in flour. Carefully add fish to skillet, cover partially, and fry until golden brown, turning occasionally, about 4 minutes. Transfer to paper-towel-lined baking sheet to drain, then transfer to oven to keep warm.
10. Set up buffet with all taco fixings, along with fresh salsa and guacamole.
Serve 6-8.
Recipe from Bon Appetit via yumsugar
This is quite possibly the awesomest thing since at least…December 9th, 2003. The internet + Joss + The Captain + Swarley = The Coolometer does not go that high.
Update: Joss Whedon’s ‘Dr. Horrible is a site-crashing success according to The LA Times Blog
What to do when experiencing yet another blackout, this time at midnight on one of, if not THE, hottest day of the year so far, in the middle of a Weeds episode?
Well, first, stumble around like Helen Keller in a prosthetic hand factory, looking for the torch you use to light the grill so that you can spend another 10 minutes or so trying to remember where you left the flashlight.
Then you drive around for a while to assess how widespread the blackout is, hurling curses and insults at those who still have lights, basking in your vehicle’s a/c. You also remark on the fact that, oddly enough, traffic actually seems a lot better when there are no traffic lights.
You come home, sit around, bitching and moaning. You decide to play with your camera in low light for a while. This amusement can only last so long however, because you only lit just enough candles to not be in total darkness so that the house doesn’t bear a striking resemblance to, say oh…the surface of the sun only, ya know, darker.
Finally, exhausted, you decide to just call it a night. Nevermind that you will have to lay on top of the covers and that it’s so quiet you are pretty sure you can hear the past. You take turns brushing your teeth by flashlight. You say good night, turn out the flashlight, sigh and wonder why this never happens in the winter when at least you could bundle up and go to sleep. You wonder how long it will take before you will be able to render yourself unconscious. Sigh.
Then, like at the end of a horror movie, you are bathed in glorious light. Sure, your retinas are now permanently scarred but you don’t care because your skin is now being caressed by moving air. You play Paper Rock Scissors to see who has to go make sure all the lights are turned off, you win. And then you sleep the sleep of the climate-controlled.
Today’s tip: Always have an extra set of keys hidden in a safe place outside of your house. Whether at a trusted neighbor’s house, with a friend, in a safe (that does not require its own key), or some combination thereof. Because if you don’t, you will lock yourself out of your house at 7 o’ clock in the evening on a Sunday during a holiday weekend.
It all started yesterday evening when we dropped by our friends’ house to retrieve some tools they had borrowed. We arrive back home, I unlock the door and set the tools (and keys) inside, promptly get distracted by something in the yard and end up shutting the door. No big deal, right? Do it all the time.
Except this time, when I was jiggling the key to get it out of the lock, I somehow managed to relock the door before shutting. So there we were, every key we possess inside the house, the car also locked up tight (damned clicker thingies). So this is were the fun begins.
First, we think to ourselves “It’s fine, we’ll just go in through the garage” which then leads us to remembering that the garage door opener in the old truck…which is in the garage. Ok, maybe we can brute force the garage door open. Nope, not even, will open a whopping 2 inches. Fine, garage is out….window? Nope, all windows in the house have long been painted shut by the rocket surgeons who previously owned the house. Extra keys? Both sets of parents have keys (30 miles away)…to the old lock which we replaced a couple of years ago. Did you take a key to the office when we changed the lock? Maybe. A maybe I will take.
So we borrowed our good neighbor’s cellphone to call aforementioned friend to ask if he could pretty please with sugar on top come pick us up and take us to the office to see if there was a key there. There is one! Voila! A key…to the old lock. /headdesk Ok maybe the old key fits more that just the front door and we just don’t remember? Worth a try. So Friend takes us back to the house with said key. Just for shits and giggle, we test it on the front door to no avail. Side door? Nada. Back door? No dice. About this time we decided to name any future children/pets we had after Willis Haviland Carrier.
We now proceed to verifying that indeed every single window that can be reached is painted shut (yep), we knock around the idea of breaking a window pane and have Friend’s youngest daughter climb through to unlock the door (very last resort), perhaps we could knock one of the older knobs off (second to last resort). Somewhere in all this Husband and Friend discover that on the back (double doors) while they are locked together, the bolt on the top of the door isn’t locked, just the bottom one. Without going into too much detail, we FINALLY got the bottom bolt undone and were able to open the back doors.
Yay for not having to call a locksmith at night on a holiday weekend or have to break out your own window!
As an aside, I now feel much safer. Anyone else would have given up trying to get into the house much sooner, our neighbors would have definitely seen them before they got very far.
Well, so much for the posting on a regular basis. But instead of being just too lazy, I have actually been too busy.
We’re still working on the flower beds in the front (where we ran across the little fellow in the above picture), but we’re hoping to have that excavation portion done sometime this weekend. There are still a few things that need to be cut down/removed in various places, but those will have to wait until we can either acquire the necessary tools or find someone who can do it for us at a reasonable price. Then we will be all ready for planting in the fall. Hopefully I will have some pictures to share soon.
I also recovered some dining chairs for The Husband’s grandmother this week, but, of course, forgot to take any pictures. I was happy with how they turned out though and so was his grandmother, so I guess that’s all that matters.
Other than that I have just been trying to catch up with the housework that got pushed aside in my quest for a decent yard. It’s amazing how quickly it all piles up if you don’t stay on top of it.
Oh and our friends are moving to town so we have been helping them move and try out their new pool today. Exhausting but also fun.
Guess that’s about it, Happy 4th of July!
For the last two days I have been working on preparing our flowerbeds for planting this fall. Unfortunately, several years of neglect not only show, but make the work pretty difficult.
I have relearned several valuable lessons the last two days. They are as follows:
1. The proper tools make all the difference. I have been working the last two days with only a regular round-point shovel and a cultivator (forked hoe thingy). While they probably weren’t the best tools, for sodbusting they worked fine. However, when I began trying to dig up the godforsaken monkey grass, I realized the limitation of my current arsenal of tools. I lack, what we call around here, a sharpshooter or what I believe would be called anywhere else a trenching spade. The blade of an ordinary shovel is just too shallow and wide in this instance. After about 45 minutes of work all I ended up with was a handful of monkey grass removed and a hole roughly equivalent in size to the portion of skin that was now missing from my hands .
2. Whoever invented St. Augustine grass should be punched in the genitals. I realize this might mean that I just said God should be punched in the genitals, but….seriously, dude, what the fuck? It’s just invasive enough to be a total pain in my ass in trying to keep it out of flowerbeds, but there are still huge holes in the actual lawn…ya know, where grass is not only tolerated but encouraged.
3. I have serious issues with grass. St Augustine, monkey grass, patooey. But I also hate pampas grass, it’s ugly and stupid and is entirely overused here. Grass can go to hell.
4. That 2pm probably isn’t the best time to decide to do manual labor in June in Louisiana. Especially if the last manual labor you did involved building a fort. Someone seriously needs to invent air conditioning for outside. And gardening robots.
To summarize: Use the proper tools, grass can go fuck itself, some planning might beneficial.
All of this equals me having to put off anymore work until I acquire a sharpshooter or at least until my back stops trying to form itself into a single rigid mass in protest.
I leave you with pictures of our sad, pathetic yard in hopes that I can share pictures of our no-longer-sad-and-pathetic-yard soon.
2 tablespoon yeast
2 tablespoon sugar
2 cup warm water
5 cups flour
2 teaspoon salt
about 2 tablespoons dried rosemary
2 tablespoons butter
Bring water to a boil. Using a coffee filter as a tea bag, steep rosemary in water. Allow to cool to lukewarm, approx. 90-100°.*
Place yeast, sugar, and water in a large bowl or food processor. Allow to become bubbly. Mix in butter, salt, and 4 cups of flours. Add in approx, 1 Tbs of contents of teabag (more or less to taste).
Knead until smooth and elastic, about 10 minutes by hand, adding more flour as necessary.
Oil a large bowl, place dough in bowl, turning once to coat well. Cover loosely with oiled plastic wrap and a towel. Let rise until double, about an hour.
Punch down dough and divide into quarters. Let rest 5 minutes.
Lightly oil/grease a cookie sheet (or pan of your choice). Shape dough into round loaves and lightly rub the remaining rosemary over the tops of the loaves.
Let rise again until double, about 45 minutes, again covering with plastic wrap and towel. Preheat over to 375°.
Bake 15-20 minutes until lightly brown.
Remove from oven, brushing with butter if desired. Enjoy.
*Honestly, I just test it with my hand.
I had been formulating a post about my feelings on all the Democratic candidacy hoopla, but alphabitch over at f*cking c*nts summed up my feelings pretty well.
Y’know, I was going to write another post about Hillary Clinton … but I’m so fucking sick of her, I don’t have anything reasonable or intelligent to say on the matter. The only way she could count herself ahead in the Democratic race at the end was to claim votes she “won” in a state where her only remaining rival wasn’t on the fucking ballot. Fuck her. Her candidacy has done more to jeopardize the Democrats’ chance at the White House than everything and everyone else put together … and anyone who’s willing to destroy the entire team’s chance at a win in their own fucking megalomaniacal quest for personal glory ought to be kicked off the team and banned from the sport forever.
I have never been so disappointed by two candidates as I have been by both McCain and Clinton. Four years ago, if you had asked me to choose between these two politicians in a general election, I honestly have no clue for whom I would have ended up voting. Now? I don’t think I could bring myself to cast a vote for either one.
Monkey Socks from Knitty in Blue Moon Fiber Arts Jasper
Pattern: Enjoyable, not overly complicated. Would have preferred something that didn’t require purling though. Did 5 leg repeats instead of six just to be on the safe side.
Yarn: Beautiful, unbelievably soft after a pre-blocking wash. Curious how well it will wear though, seems too soft to be very durable.
My second ever pair of socks! Made for my little sister’s 16th (GAH) birthday present. I have to say I was pretty proud of myself, I only made each sock once!*
Some might wonder at the logic of giving a pair of wool socks as a gift in the summer (or period here in Louisiana), but considering the usual temperature my parents keep the house at (somewhere between a “well-digger’s shovel” and “a witch’s tit in a brass bra”), I think she will get enough use out of them.
*As opposed to my first pair of socks ever which I ended up having to knit almost completely twice because I ran out of yarn and had no time to try and acquire (by some miracle) a matching skein. Plus restarts and frogging because of mistakes, etc. So probably all total ended up knitting them somewhere between 2 and a half and three times total.
