“Are you shitting me?”

is a wonderfully constructed phrase. Firstly, it rhymes with “Are you kidding me?” Secondly, it rolls off the tongue much better than “Are you bullshitting me?” ever will, and in addition, opens up the nature of the remarks in question to more than just bovine feces.

Now, on to related, but less scatalogical and far more palatable topic: what have I consumed this week?

Last Sunday I made a pot of Spanish rice that was supposed to last only two or three days, but survived the whole fucking week. I also decided to get over that raw-meat-squeamishness by giving free handjobs to some Canadian kids on the Quad.

I jest. I bought a couple of Montreal-seasoned steaks and cooked them up. They looked kind of weird… probably would have been nicer with a red wine glaze : D

The leftovers went into the rice with some pineapple, and that combination was spectacular.

Next up was the goddamn eggplant. I say goddamn eggplant because half of that purple bastard is still sitting in my refrigerator. The other half ended up in a stir-fry with the rice and too much soy sauce. That resulted in a rather off-color (haha?) comment on Twitter. I won’t link you.

Went shopping on Saturday. Couldn’t sleep the previous night thinking about pears, of all things. French cookery too. These are the fruits (ha?) of that grocery trip… An awesome multigrain baguette, a couple links of abruzzo sausage (no more dick jokes, please), rosemary goat cheese, apples and pears.

And presenting… this week’s piece de resistance:

Baked pears, stuffed with a mix of the goat cheese, sausage, raisins, and sunflower seeds (in lieu of walnuts : < ). Served on greens with an apricot-cranberry sauce.

Not doing too badly, eh? : D

~ by O'Brien on July 14, 2009.