I need some food inspiration. I feel empty of cooking ideas. Or at the very least stymied. It is getting unseasonably warm around here and so I am craving fresh and refreshing foods. I want more veggies and fruits. I want barbecue. I want salad. And I really want fish. I guess I'm just trying to wrap my head around how to package and present these things to Boyfriend (who I decided should get a capital letter at least, though even though we haven't discussed it, I kind of figured he would appreciate the anonymity).
My usual process is to think of all the things I want to try or things we haven't had in a while and kind of plan out what I need because Monday is usually grocery day.
Ok. So far, things that have piqued my interest.
-some sort of fish
-lemon curd (though I am not real sure what I will do with it - maybe with fresh berries? but I really want to make it)
-home made bread
-beer. last week Boyfriend asked me to get some in honor of St. P's Day (all I wanted was corned beef, but apparently his family thinks that is the epitome of disgusting. My family is authentically Irish and drunk and knows that nothing tastes better with a sweet buzz than salty, fatty meat). BUT corned beef aside, it made me think we should drink more beer. Well, no. Maybe not like that. We should try more beer, or beer styles, or beer brands. Something like that. The sweet buzz we acquire will be a happy accident from our quest for knowledge. And therefore completely excusable. I mean people have done way worse things in the name of "knowledge" (coughTuskegeecough).
I don't know. My brain is too cloudy to think clearly and plan appropriately for the week. It is probably because I've been having WAY more excessively strange dreams than most people have in their entire lifetimes.
I was shaving Boyfriend's head last night (because the back of your head is WAY easier to let someone else do, as long as you trust them with a razor near your most prized possession.) But, I only agreed to do this if he would listen to my latest dream I had (Friday night). He acquiesced. So we're in the bathroom together and he is seated while I shave his head (because as you may or may not know, I am almost legally a "little person") and I set the stage for him.
Me: "So this dream I had the other night it was SO weird, but I told my mother about it and she said, no, you REALLY need to tell Boyfriend that dream because it is weird AND funny. So..."
Boyfriend: "Just get this over with".
Me: "Ok, so I dreamed that I was bitten by a weasel. But it was a rabid weasel. And I got bit on the hand as I was trying to pick it up and move it. Its teeth only just barely pricked my skin. So then I knew I had rabies and I needed to go to the doctor"
Boyfriend: "Seriously? Why?"
Me: "Because when you have rabies you need to seek medical attention"
Boyfriend: "No, I mean weasels and rabies? What is happening in your subconscious?"
Me: "Neither of us probably really wants to know. Anyway, it gets better."
Boyfriend: "Better than weasels and rabies?"
Me: "Oh yes. This is the funny part. I was African-American. But you were still you, and still very pasty. And you kept telling me that I didn't need to go to the doctor's because I had only dreamed that I had been bitten by a rabid weasel. And also, I had a baby. And the baby was African-American. A little boy. And I had given him corn rows."
Boyfriend: "People could not make these things up if they tried. Even Dr. Seuss couldn't. Also, are you trying to tell me something with this African-American baby business?"
Me: "What?! No! Anyway, do you think this is better or worse than the dream where we had a dog that always ate the top four buttons off my shirt causing my boobs to fall out?"
Boyfriend: "More creative. Although only the top four buttons is kind of highly specific. But overall I like the dog dream better."
Me: "Why because my boobs were always on display?"
Boyfriend: "Yeah, that and the fact that you DIDN'T HAVE A BABY"
He's just not ready to deal with a miniature version of me; although the thought of someone else with the same kind of irrational logic is kind of exciting.
Also, I think that he is incorrect about one thing- Dr. Seuss could totally make this shit up. Except then it would rhyme. And be packaged in a neat way for six year olds. And be slightly moralistic.
And if you haven't noticed I want this blog to be not just about food and cooking. But also about my life. Because sometimes it is really weird and funny. And, like my rabid weasel dream, is not to be missed.