Hi all,
I'm back from my college tours and done with most of my interviewing for the time being. For all those wondering, I think I did really well and felt confident I will get offered assistantships (jobs while in school) that will best support, develop and help me succeed in college. Jeez look at all those great higher ed buzz words, I must be on interview mode! No, I haven't decided anything yet and am not leaning one way or another.
So my good Brock story that I mentioned beforehand. Now I wasn't there, so that means I didn't actually see this occurrence. But that also means I can embellish and exaggerate as much as I want hehehehe. That said, knowing Brock I probably don't have to.
Everyone went out karaokeing at our neighborhood asian karaoke bar, which means you rent out a room and sing with your group, not a stage like the usually show in the movies. Naturally, alcohol was used for liquid courage, and Brock, who supposedly isn't drinking as much after Clark and I suggested he cut back, decided that since it was Friday he could let loose a little bit. Mind you, Brock is also kind of a lightweight, so it doesn't take much for him to let loose. In college, it would take one of those cooler drinks to get him tipsy. He's gotten better but hard alcohol still hits him hard. I don't know how much he drank, but lets just say he was chugging the bottle of bacardi.
I'm sure other people tried to sing, but Brock gets aggressive on the microphone. I'm sure there was a lot of Cher sung too. My ears started bleeding a bit and I was a few thousand miles away! But after several dominant performances from the future Mick Jagger, the room rental was over and everyone returned to Bridges' boyfriend, Barhop Settler apartment. Brock was starting to feel a little sick so he went to the bathroom. That's the last anyone heard from him. Mama G suddenly asked, Where's Brock? Everyone scoured the house looking for him, thinking maybe he was sick in corner, putting porn on someone's desktop, mass ordering random things like lampshades on Amazon or passed out on his favorite iPhone app. All wrong. Brock was gone.
Worried, they began calling him. No answer. They look outside, inside, under bushes, in trees even in the bathroom where he was last seen. They began calling over and over. Finally, he called Mama G back.
Mama G- Hello? Brock?!?! Where ARE you!
Brock- Mama G, I don't know where I am. I need you to come get me.
Mama G- Brock, what happened!??
Brock- I don't know. I felt sick and I didn't want anyone to have to drive me home so I started walking. Don't tell Kareem.
Mama G- Where are you though? What do you see?
Brock- I don't know. I think I'm at a gas station. I see the road and some cars but I don't know how I got here. Don't tell Kareem!
Mama G- OK tell me what you see. I won't tell Kareem but just tell me what you see and we'll come get you.
Brock describes his location and Barhop Settlers figures out where they are. Mama G, Bridges, Barhop Settler, Diet Lemonade, and Kareem jump in the car. Kareem jumps back out of the car because if he went Brock would not be able to fit in the car. And he would be sad.
Just as they are about to leave Brock sobered up enough to call back and say he was getting a cab and returning to our place. But now we all refer to him as the The Great Wandering Drunk Man. OK we don't but we probably should.
Oh Brock.
In other news, I met Naysayer P Smith's mother in his home region. While I won't tell you where he grew up, he likes to joke that his first language was hick. I try not to go in with assumptions, but I think I couldn't help but think that I'd meet a bunch of... country folk. Naysayer kept making it sound like I would. His family is actually very cool and kind. I really felt the hospitality. But I also understand Naysayer a lot more. The "hick" accent was there in full. And I was told I talk to quickly and that people from that town aren't stupid, but they think at a different pace and sometimes when you talk quickly, they just stop caring. I laughed when I heard that. His mom also mentioned that people from that area tend to start telling a story and then randomly stop in the middle of it and change their train of thought and then wander back to their original point and continue.
The funny part was it was true. At times I'd be listening to another interesting fact about the area and the person would stop, and no kidding I imagined a loading screen above their head as they refocused their thoughts. It was just a different pace of life there. But don't let you confuse them for stupid. People are the same everywhere. Smart dumb, sharp slow, strengths and weaknesses. Priorities and pace are just different in different places. Most importantly of all, I had to be careful of what I said or Naysayer's quick mom would make fun of me mercilessly. Fortunately, I'm around Naysayer all the time so I only once made the mistake, saying "I'm easy" in regarding where we should eat. Let's just say I didn't get off with a simple "That's what she said."
Well, that's all for tonight. I know I said I'd talk identity a bit but I'm in a room with a bunch of students a little distracted. Just can't delve too deeply in this situation. Hope all of you have a lovely week and I'll write again next week unless something really good happens this week :)
Listening to: SingTalk- College Humor Spoof of TickTock. You should watch it :)
Reading: Still working on Rediscovering Catholicism
Playing: Pokemon HeartGold- More entertainment opportunities on a plane than my other DS games.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
It's late, and this is just part 1
Hi all,
Apologies for a late Monday update. This weekend my brother, Jules Drewe Yorke and my best friend Spam Boa, were in town all weekend, thereby effectively distracting me. I am also still very tired from long nights of partying, video games and good food, all key ingredients to a wonderful weekend. In two days, I fly out to another school to interview for Higher Ed programs, so tomorrow will effectively be spent packing (and you know how much I enjoy traveling), not to mention the ton of work I have to get done before I take the rest of the week off.
In other words, this will be a short blog.
I hope next week to muse about identity a little more and how we act differently around different people. This was especially true this weekend when my close school friends, my reslife school friends, my girlfriend and my family were all in same place at the same time. I think a lot about how we fill different roles around different people and I can be the leader in one group and the follower in another. This is perfectly natural social interaction, but I also strive to be a consistent, authentic person all the time. So I wonder if I am the same me in all situations, or different sides of myself with different people and if its a bad thing that I suppress certain sides of me in certain situations. Well, I may ponder this more next time, but usually when I say that I forget so its good I did a little bit tonight.
In Summercamp we are known for our squirrels. Remember its called Summercamp because we basically commune with nature. And squirrels are the dominant species. They are everywhere. I have to drive them out of my office. They pop out of random corners. They frolick in the bushes. They toss trash around the courtyard. They even sneak into bedrooms and eat all your cookies.
But lately, the squirrels have been quiet.
That's because now when you go to throw your trash away a raccoon pops its head out of the trash can, scares the crap out of you and sends you running back to your room nearly wetting yourself.
That didn't actually happen to me, but it did to one of my RAs who actually lives in Summercamp (I commute in) and I found it hilarious. At the end of the day, raccoons are fluffier, cuter, and much scarier than squirrels. I mean, they are bigger than Tenshi's little puppy. and just as fluffy. but with claws. its like a cat and dog combined. yea. Summercamp.
Quote of the week this week is from Naysayer P Smith, the lord of Summercamp himself. Bear in mind that he is legally blind.
"I can drive the cart, its just those bystander people things... I mean it does have insurance!"
In other news, Naysayer just purchased a car. Yea, my city just got scarier.
That's all for now, though I will share my good Brock story next week. And I'm pretty sure I'll actually remember to do so. Let's just say he's a wanderer.
Have a good one!
-JTY
Listening to: Live version of "Stairway to Heaven." Led Zeppelin is my favorite band. They really are.
Playing: Super Smash Bros. Brawl all weekend long. It was glorious.
Reading: Rediscovering Catholicism- This got me thinking about identity in the first place.
Apologies for a late Monday update. This weekend my brother, Jules Drewe Yorke and my best friend Spam Boa, were in town all weekend, thereby effectively distracting me. I am also still very tired from long nights of partying, video games and good food, all key ingredients to a wonderful weekend. In two days, I fly out to another school to interview for Higher Ed programs, so tomorrow will effectively be spent packing (and you know how much I enjoy traveling), not to mention the ton of work I have to get done before I take the rest of the week off.
In other words, this will be a short blog.
I hope next week to muse about identity a little more and how we act differently around different people. This was especially true this weekend when my close school friends, my reslife school friends, my girlfriend and my family were all in same place at the same time. I think a lot about how we fill different roles around different people and I can be the leader in one group and the follower in another. This is perfectly natural social interaction, but I also strive to be a consistent, authentic person all the time. So I wonder if I am the same me in all situations, or different sides of myself with different people and if its a bad thing that I suppress certain sides of me in certain situations. Well, I may ponder this more next time, but usually when I say that I forget so its good I did a little bit tonight.
In Summercamp we are known for our squirrels. Remember its called Summercamp because we basically commune with nature. And squirrels are the dominant species. They are everywhere. I have to drive them out of my office. They pop out of random corners. They frolick in the bushes. They toss trash around the courtyard. They even sneak into bedrooms and eat all your cookies.
But lately, the squirrels have been quiet.
That's because now when you go to throw your trash away a raccoon pops its head out of the trash can, scares the crap out of you and sends you running back to your room nearly wetting yourself.
That didn't actually happen to me, but it did to one of my RAs who actually lives in Summercamp (I commute in) and I found it hilarious. At the end of the day, raccoons are fluffier, cuter, and much scarier than squirrels. I mean, they are bigger than Tenshi's little puppy. and just as fluffy. but with claws. its like a cat and dog combined. yea. Summercamp.
Quote of the week this week is from Naysayer P Smith, the lord of Summercamp himself. Bear in mind that he is legally blind.
"I can drive the cart, its just those bystander people things... I mean it does have insurance!"
In other news, Naysayer just purchased a car. Yea, my city just got scarier.
That's all for now, though I will share my good Brock story next week. And I'm pretty sure I'll actually remember to do so. Let's just say he's a wanderer.
Have a good one!
-JTY
Listening to: Live version of "Stairway to Heaven." Led Zeppelin is my favorite band. They really are.
Playing: Super Smash Bros. Brawl all weekend long. It was glorious.
Reading: Rediscovering Catholicism- This got me thinking about identity in the first place.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Blog=Procrastination
I have so much work to do to catch up from my trip this past weekend but I think I'll do the blog instead.
As most of you know, I flew out to Columbus, Ohio (no that's not a fake name) last week to visit the Ohio State University out there. I am currently in the process of applying to graduate schools for Student Affairs and that was my first interview weekend. I have actually already been accepted into that school (and the one I currently work at), so I was interviewing for what are called assistantships, part time jobs that pay me in tuition and small stipends. Overall, I think the interviews went very well and I hope to hear back from them in a few weeks.
For this reason you saw my irritated traveling post last week. My point remains, I hate traveling but I love seeing new places. Columbus is a tad bit colder than where I am currently located. I can't recalled the last time I woke up, through on a nice suit and then heavy snow gear to face 1 degree temperatures (that's because that's never happened to me before). And it was so sunny outside too! In Columbus, the sun is a lie.
I did get to walk across the little pond they have on campus. When I later told people this they all thought I'd done the stupidest thing in the world. Why? I asked. Because you could have fallen in! They replied. I found this response strange considering temperatures hadn't risen above 30 in the last two weeks (at least), and there had been plenty of footprints on the snow that had covered the pond. Didn't they walk across this pond all the time? I thought. Apparently, most people in Ohio had not considered this. I was there for less than 48 hours and had already done something most of the people I spoke to had never done. Now that's what I call traveling!
I spent my evening at Summercamp, catching up with some work stuff and doing further procrastination. I decided to follow Naysayer P Smith around on his duty rounds. I met him and the police officer from a previous incident chatting. The interesting thing about police officers, they are usually pretty cool guys, but they don't really acknowledge the presence of anyone who they don't need to. I said hi to the guy and tried to introduce myself, but he didn't even really make eye contact. Whatever. I thought. So then I follow Naysayer up to another incident and we end up meeting the police officer again. He walks straight to me and asks for my ID. Confused, I begin pulling it out before Naysayer goes, Oh, he's with me! The officer had forgotten seeing me just 15 minutes before and thought I was the culprit! Oh cops.
After a third incident in just one hour, the cops new my face and went back to not acknowledging my existence. I was going to offer him a water bottle, but he never even looked at me so fine! Be thirsty! I was able to help the poor RA, Dr. Coheed Smiles, quenching her thirst from multiple marijuana incidents. At least she didn't get the munchies.
Someone who did acknowledge my presence was mother nature. On my way home from Summercamp I noticed some residents staring out at their window at me. One of them pointed and I turned to see a big, fluffy raccoon about two feet away from me. Oh nature, how you like to keep me on my toes, literally because I had visions of rabies from this ringtailed little bandit being inflicted upon my sandalled toes. (Yea I was playing language and imagery in that last sentence I don't know if I like it...) He was actually kind of cute and I took a picture with my weak phone. Just another day at work.
Speaking of phones, I think I'm finally going to upgrade to something with internet. While I keep exploiting my technology endowed friends to consult their portable oracles, it's time I earned my own. And my current phone keeps dying. Sorry if you keep trying to call. I'll get it eventually.
That's all for now. On to my other work.
-JTY
Currently Reading: Tips for Being a Resident Assistant- Naysayer told me to skim it. I wonder if he knew it was not about dorm RAs but rather nursing home ones...
Currently listening to: "Bliss"-Muse
Currently Playing- I think I will pull out Mario Galaxy 2 again... and Brawl. I need more Brawl.
As most of you know, I flew out to Columbus, Ohio (no that's not a fake name) last week to visit the Ohio State University out there. I am currently in the process of applying to graduate schools for Student Affairs and that was my first interview weekend. I have actually already been accepted into that school (and the one I currently work at), so I was interviewing for what are called assistantships, part time jobs that pay me in tuition and small stipends. Overall, I think the interviews went very well and I hope to hear back from them in a few weeks.
For this reason you saw my irritated traveling post last week. My point remains, I hate traveling but I love seeing new places. Columbus is a tad bit colder than where I am currently located. I can't recalled the last time I woke up, through on a nice suit and then heavy snow gear to face 1 degree temperatures (that's because that's never happened to me before). And it was so sunny outside too! In Columbus, the sun is a lie.
I did get to walk across the little pond they have on campus. When I later told people this they all thought I'd done the stupidest thing in the world. Why? I asked. Because you could have fallen in! They replied. I found this response strange considering temperatures hadn't risen above 30 in the last two weeks (at least), and there had been plenty of footprints on the snow that had covered the pond. Didn't they walk across this pond all the time? I thought. Apparently, most people in Ohio had not considered this. I was there for less than 48 hours and had already done something most of the people I spoke to had never done. Now that's what I call traveling!
I spent my evening at Summercamp, catching up with some work stuff and doing further procrastination. I decided to follow Naysayer P Smith around on his duty rounds. I met him and the police officer from a previous incident chatting. The interesting thing about police officers, they are usually pretty cool guys, but they don't really acknowledge the presence of anyone who they don't need to. I said hi to the guy and tried to introduce myself, but he didn't even really make eye contact. Whatever. I thought. So then I follow Naysayer up to another incident and we end up meeting the police officer again. He walks straight to me and asks for my ID. Confused, I begin pulling it out before Naysayer goes, Oh, he's with me! The officer had forgotten seeing me just 15 minutes before and thought I was the culprit! Oh cops.
After a third incident in just one hour, the cops new my face and went back to not acknowledging my existence. I was going to offer him a water bottle, but he never even looked at me so fine! Be thirsty! I was able to help the poor RA, Dr. Coheed Smiles, quenching her thirst from multiple marijuana incidents. At least she didn't get the munchies.
Someone who did acknowledge my presence was mother nature. On my way home from Summercamp I noticed some residents staring out at their window at me. One of them pointed and I turned to see a big, fluffy raccoon about two feet away from me. Oh nature, how you like to keep me on my toes, literally because I had visions of rabies from this ringtailed little bandit being inflicted upon my sandalled toes. (Yea I was playing language and imagery in that last sentence I don't know if I like it...) He was actually kind of cute and I took a picture with my weak phone. Just another day at work.
Speaking of phones, I think I'm finally going to upgrade to something with internet. While I keep exploiting my technology endowed friends to consult their portable oracles, it's time I earned my own. And my current phone keeps dying. Sorry if you keep trying to call. I'll get it eventually.
That's all for now. On to my other work.
-JTY
Currently Reading: Tips for Being a Resident Assistant- Naysayer told me to skim it. I wonder if he knew it was not about dorm RAs but rather nursing home ones...
Currently listening to: "Bliss"-Muse
Currently Playing- I think I will pull out Mario Galaxy 2 again... and Brawl. I need more Brawl.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Monday will see the blog
Sorry everyone. I was out of town all weekend. I'll be doing this blog update on Monday evening.
*Flash forward to Monday*
OK sorry about that. The cool thing about updating a standing document is that if nobody read that note that I was out of town yesterday, it would be like you skipped the time between yesterday and today. If you don't actively read the blog Sunday night, then that note is completely unnecessary. I wonder how many readers I actually have...
Any for today's musings I have a few things. One, I think I've decided I don't like traveling. I love going to new places and having new experiences with the peace of mind that I will be returning home after a fixed time. What I don't like is the work it takes to get to the point of traveling. This means packing, remembering all the right things, trying to think of everything that could come up and whether I'm prepared for it, remembering that thing you forgot just after its too late to go back, the uncertainty of traffic, airplanes arrivals, transportation at your new destination, hotel bookings, unforeseen expenses, and simply the lack of comfort of being out of place that exists simultaneously with the joy of seeing somewhere new.
This comes up because in two days I leave for Ohio (no that's not code) to interview for assistantships at the graduate program for Higher Education and Student Affairs (HESA) at (the) Ohio State University. I have actually already been accepted into the school but this is for the jobs I'll be doing while there. This is actually more important to me than getting in because if I don't feel like I'm going somewhere with my career while in school, I don't particularly want to go back to school. I want the simultaneous career and education advancement and so I now travel to the midwest. May I remember all my interview clothes and accessories (like comb, gel, razor, ties, belt, etc.) and not freeze to death. I prefer warmer climates personally but we shall see. The love-hate relationship of traveling. Maybe the next blog will be more love heavy...
Brock hasn't gotten in trouble in a while so I haven't had as many entertaining stories to tell. He still tries to grow new organisms in our sink by leaving bowls filled with water and old food stationary for days at a time. He adds soap which he claims will prevent mold. I'm not so sure if that's true after several days but perhaps I'm wrong.
Brock also was bored tonight while watching that Ru Paul tv show (yes bored WHILE, implying that he wasn't watching it to cure his boredom but because he likes it). Anyway, he found this website that would allow him take photes of Clark and myself and attach them to cartoon bodies and then dress us up like drag queens. While creepy and mildly amusing, the biggest shock to me was how many options for eye make up there were... I don't look particularly good in pink FYI. Oh drag queens.
In a related note on Summercamp, most of my staff had never heard of Eddie Izzard. This almost made me cry but then I recalled that I only heard of him my freshman year so these kids were just a bit slower in discovering the good times. Actually it was Clark who got me hooked on Eddie though I had a history teacher who used to quote him all the time and I never realized. I showed them some clips from youtube and one of my RAs was like, he's scary. If you don't know, Eddie Izzard is a transvestite, not to be confused with a drag queen. He is also a very funny British man. A lot of his humor is history-based which is probably why he appeals to me so much but there are plenty of other topics covered by him.
It came up because my RA has this running gags about giraffes. I was like you should see this clip! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYcnEonB04E
He was bothered. So then I showed him this clip! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k92aiZxdGKY
He remained unimpressed. Then I asked him if wanted cake or death. He laughed at me and asked me if this guy had something to do with that python grail thing.
I was sad.
But as I continue to work in Student Affairs, I've begun seeing the "generation" gaps. Every few classes have had a different sense of humor, interests and tidbits of things that are relevant to them. Even though these students are only 4 or 5 years younger than me, they still don't really have many experiences living without a cell phone, and would be shocked to hear I didn't have a phone until sophomore year of high school. And people a few years older than me would laugh and say you had a cell phone in high school? We are all the same "Millennials" generation but there are such interesting gaps between us.
I think that's enough for now. Hope you enjoyed the brief Tuesday update. See you next week, though I will be traveling so it may be Monday again. Goodnight!
Currently reading: I have a Resident Assistant training book lined up for my flight, but I'm also bring a Shadow in the Wind.
Currently listening to: Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson, he always de-stresses me.
Currently playing: pulled out Dragon Age again for a bit while continuing Golden Sun: Dark Dawn
-JTY
*Flash forward to Monday*
OK sorry about that. The cool thing about updating a standing document is that if nobody read that note that I was out of town yesterday, it would be like you skipped the time between yesterday and today. If you don't actively read the blog Sunday night, then that note is completely unnecessary. I wonder how many readers I actually have...
Any for today's musings I have a few things. One, I think I've decided I don't like traveling. I love going to new places and having new experiences with the peace of mind that I will be returning home after a fixed time. What I don't like is the work it takes to get to the point of traveling. This means packing, remembering all the right things, trying to think of everything that could come up and whether I'm prepared for it, remembering that thing you forgot just after its too late to go back, the uncertainty of traffic, airplanes arrivals, transportation at your new destination, hotel bookings, unforeseen expenses, and simply the lack of comfort of being out of place that exists simultaneously with the joy of seeing somewhere new.
This comes up because in two days I leave for Ohio (no that's not code) to interview for assistantships at the graduate program for Higher Education and Student Affairs (HESA) at (the) Ohio State University. I have actually already been accepted into the school but this is for the jobs I'll be doing while there. This is actually more important to me than getting in because if I don't feel like I'm going somewhere with my career while in school, I don't particularly want to go back to school. I want the simultaneous career and education advancement and so I now travel to the midwest. May I remember all my interview clothes and accessories (like comb, gel, razor, ties, belt, etc.) and not freeze to death. I prefer warmer climates personally but we shall see. The love-hate relationship of traveling. Maybe the next blog will be more love heavy...
Brock hasn't gotten in trouble in a while so I haven't had as many entertaining stories to tell. He still tries to grow new organisms in our sink by leaving bowls filled with water and old food stationary for days at a time. He adds soap which he claims will prevent mold. I'm not so sure if that's true after several days but perhaps I'm wrong.
Brock also was bored tonight while watching that Ru Paul tv show (yes bored WHILE, implying that he wasn't watching it to cure his boredom but because he likes it). Anyway, he found this website that would allow him take photes of Clark and myself and attach them to cartoon bodies and then dress us up like drag queens. While creepy and mildly amusing, the biggest shock to me was how many options for eye make up there were... I don't look particularly good in pink FYI. Oh drag queens.
In a related note on Summercamp, most of my staff had never heard of Eddie Izzard. This almost made me cry but then I recalled that I only heard of him my freshman year so these kids were just a bit slower in discovering the good times. Actually it was Clark who got me hooked on Eddie though I had a history teacher who used to quote him all the time and I never realized. I showed them some clips from youtube and one of my RAs was like, he's scary. If you don't know, Eddie Izzard is a transvestite, not to be confused with a drag queen. He is also a very funny British man. A lot of his humor is history-based which is probably why he appeals to me so much but there are plenty of other topics covered by him.
It came up because my RA has this running gags about giraffes. I was like you should see this clip! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYcnEonB04E
He was bothered. So then I showed him this clip! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k92aiZxdGKY
He remained unimpressed. Then I asked him if wanted cake or death. He laughed at me and asked me if this guy had something to do with that python grail thing.
I was sad.
But as I continue to work in Student Affairs, I've begun seeing the "generation" gaps. Every few classes have had a different sense of humor, interests and tidbits of things that are relevant to them. Even though these students are only 4 or 5 years younger than me, they still don't really have many experiences living without a cell phone, and would be shocked to hear I didn't have a phone until sophomore year of high school. And people a few years older than me would laugh and say you had a cell phone in high school? We are all the same "Millennials" generation but there are such interesting gaps between us.
I think that's enough for now. Hope you enjoyed the brief Tuesday update. See you next week, though I will be traveling so it may be Monday again. Goodnight!
Currently reading: I have a Resident Assistant training book lined up for my flight, but I'm also bring a Shadow in the Wind.
Currently listening to: Sitting, Waiting, Wishing- Jack Johnson, he always de-stresses me.
Currently playing: pulled out Dragon Age again for a bit while continuing Golden Sun: Dark Dawn
-JTY
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
RARE TUESDAY UPDATE!!! Cooking with James
So I was cooking today and decided that even though its not Sunday I'll start my blog because it was an amusing story. First, you need to understand the background. I am the only person in my apartment (minus one cake and some chili mac) who ever really cooks. But I go through this cycle where I buy all this food that I want to turn into some of my favorite dishes and then live off my meal plan and various trips to restaurants with friends that I never get around to cooking the food. Half the time it goes bad and the other half I cook it and never eat the leftovers. Such was the scene when I went to make the rare Tuesday night dinner, forgoing my meal plan in an effort to save some of my food.
I had just refreshed my memory on how to make stuffed tomatoes on my list trip to my parents so I grabbed the remaining 5 tomatoes in my fridge (the 6th and final tomato contributed to my homemade guac of two weeks ago where 5 avocados served me one night and wasted away in my friends for the remaining week). I prompted discarded two tomatoes as soft, squishy and likely quite deceased (and not the edible kind of deceased), thereby leaving me with three smallish red tomatoes. The rest of the story actually went off without much problem. I prepared the food while talking to my HS friend, Jabber Talky, who dominates a conversation more than any 3 people I know and I have to be doing something in order to feel like the phone call is a productive use of my time. I added can of tuna, eyeballed a rough amount of breadcrumbs, and mixed in the delectable insides of each scooped tomato into a nice filling for the husk of the former fruit (or vegetable!?! dun dun dun!) and placed them on one of those magic plates that looks normal but can actually also be put in the oven. Don't worry Tia Favorita, who donated the plates, assured me I actually could use these dishes in the oven. They cooked lovely with a smothering of pepper jack cheese and when I lifted the plate out after 15 minutes with my bright green oven mitts, the 3 tomatoes looked wonderful. While still on the phone, I dug in. The first bite was glorious, until the tomato juice burned my mouth and I hopped around the kitchen like a cartoon character who just ate an ACME brand jalapeno pepper (Jabber Talky just kept on going...). Satisfied that they were finished I picked up the plate to move to the living room.
The thing about magic plates that can go in the oven, they still look like regular plates, so all those years of conditioning that metal out of the over stays hot, doesn't work on plates that are normally quite cool... While still on the phone I nearly dropped my plate but managed to place it carefully back onto my stovetop, then let out a silent scream, and rushed over to the sink to run cool water on it. Final count, 4 points of first degree burns and 1 point of second degree burns. But I ate those damn tomatoes and liked them!
Course, now I'm still very hungry. I think I'll go microwave a burrito...
I had just refreshed my memory on how to make stuffed tomatoes on my list trip to my parents so I grabbed the remaining 5 tomatoes in my fridge (the 6th and final tomato contributed to my homemade guac of two weeks ago where 5 avocados served me one night and wasted away in my friends for the remaining week). I prompted discarded two tomatoes as soft, squishy and likely quite deceased (and not the edible kind of deceased), thereby leaving me with three smallish red tomatoes. The rest of the story actually went off without much problem. I prepared the food while talking to my HS friend, Jabber Talky, who dominates a conversation more than any 3 people I know and I have to be doing something in order to feel like the phone call is a productive use of my time. I added can of tuna, eyeballed a rough amount of breadcrumbs, and mixed in the delectable insides of each scooped tomato into a nice filling for the husk of the former fruit (or vegetable!?! dun dun dun!) and placed them on one of those magic plates that looks normal but can actually also be put in the oven. Don't worry Tia Favorita, who donated the plates, assured me I actually could use these dishes in the oven. They cooked lovely with a smothering of pepper jack cheese and when I lifted the plate out after 15 minutes with my bright green oven mitts, the 3 tomatoes looked wonderful. While still on the phone, I dug in. The first bite was glorious, until the tomato juice burned my mouth and I hopped around the kitchen like a cartoon character who just ate an ACME brand jalapeno pepper (Jabber Talky just kept on going...). Satisfied that they were finished I picked up the plate to move to the living room.
The thing about magic plates that can go in the oven, they still look like regular plates, so all those years of conditioning that metal out of the over stays hot, doesn't work on plates that are normally quite cool... While still on the phone I nearly dropped my plate but managed to place it carefully back onto my stovetop, then let out a silent scream, and rushed over to the sink to run cool water on it. Final count, 4 points of first degree burns and 1 point of second degree burns. But I ate those damn tomatoes and liked them!
Course, now I'm still very hungry. I think I'll go microwave a burrito...
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