domestication

This is what I had for breakfast this morning: a tomato, goat cheese and thyme puff pastry thingy. I threw it together almost as soon as I woke up, patiently waited for it to bake up, and devoured a piece of it as soon as it was cool enough. Mmmm... so good... On the suggestion last week from Christine to spread a bit of dijon mustard under the cheese, I tasted the brilliance of the suggestion. It's all I can do to stop myself from chomping down another piece. If I ever have you over for breakfast, this may be served. Also very easy if I ever collect a boyfriend who will sleep over at my house.

(An aside... Why is it that boys prefer sleeping at their own homes? Where is the give and take here? Is it because I don't have a coffee maker? I find it strange that most would rather tidy up their place and clean their bathrooms in whatever way they do to make them less disgusting and wash their sheets than come to my house where they don't have to ready things or be grossed out by the bathroom and get baked goods and booze effortlessly. I'm not going to try to understand.)

And for dessert: pretzel chocolate chip cookies. Just wanted to try them, since I don't bake as many cookies now as I used to. The crunch from the pretzels is kind of nice, but I put a lot of chocolate chips in and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I've gotta unload a slew of these, but I've run into an issue. It's been bothering me for a while, but it's come to a head the last few days.

See, I hate giving containers away. I got rid of almost all that I wasn't specifically fond of before the last move and I recycle any new food ones I get (unless I have a specific plan for them). I don't often have a wide variety of sizes of containers to fit whatever baking I'm doing that week. Baggies of certain things just look like crap and I've tried to stop handing out baking in baggies (but I do love the baggies...). So... how then do you give baking away?

Generally I like to use the clams from packaged salads because, even though they're recyclable, apparently they're usually thrown away because people don't clean them out and they don't break down very well or something. These are great because of the rectangular, deep shape of them, fitting 6 cupcakes in quite nicely or a dozen cookies or squares with wax paper. But with the rash of baking, I can't eat enough salad to make this a feasible option. So... now I have to figure something else out.

Because I know he likes them, I gave one of the guybrarians some of the chocolate stout cupcakes to take home last night. We met up for drinks at the slightly nightmarish Two Parrots (the other place we thought about going was fa-fa-fa snooty-looking, with a line-up at 7:30 and lighting so dark that I couldn't see the bar from the doorway) before heading to the Cinematheque for "My Winnipeg." All four of us were in various stages of conscious decay by the time we hit the theatre, all having sleeping issues for a variety of reason. The slow start of the movie (not the time, but the pacing) probably would have made us leave under normal physical conditions, but thankfully we were just too lazy to walk out and it picked up significantly partway through. I suspect the cupcakes the boys shoved in their mouths might also have given them a bit of a sugar rush. Was fun!

I've got two whole days in a row off and I'm trying to think of what I can do. Today I have a plan to meet up with my friend for fondue or marble slab (I've never been there and probably will regret it if I go) and tentative plans with another friend to do something. I really want to watch the Oilers game tonight, preferably at the Black Frog so I can be among my own. Of course, the only people I know who like the Oils are either not here, with children, or not speaking to me (just one, but one is enough in a situation like this), so I don't relish the thought of sitting at the bar watching the CBC, paying for drinks all game. Though I suppose they may have decent specials... I could just stay home and embroider something while I watch the game. Practice being a homemaker for the fictitious family that annoys me in my head.