Raving Amicks

I have a big pile of media equipment under my TV, so when Dieter suggested that someone try out the Belkin Conserve, I got all excited and started running around the house plugging random things into holes. The Conserve is designed to force electronic devices – which usually continue to slurp and gargle power even when they’re off – to truly dislodge and leave the power in the wall where it belongs. We have one 26” Samsung flat-screen TV, as well as an Apple TV, an electric sheep, and five video game consoles (Wii, PS2, N64, Super NES and NES), which means we have ample equipment with which to test out the Conserve. (more…)

It was a Wednesday, I remember it well (with the help of a “day of week calculator”. Let’s see on that date So. African’s were marching to free Nelson Mandela and the Yugo just arrived in the U.S. – although you couldn’t get one on the West Coast. All Mason’s friends, family and groupies everywhere wish him a happy birthday!

Here’s the dinner I made for me and Tyler tonight. I went a little overboard—especially with portions, which is a constant battle when making new recipes for just two people. The bottom left corner of the plate features the carrots that Father Amick gave to us last week. I wanted to use the fingerling potatoes we also got from Father Amick, but I had some older potatoes in the fridge that I felt I should get rid of.

The dinner was: pan-fried salmon that was marinated in lemon juice and herbes de provence, potatoes that were also pan-fried and cooked with aged goat cheese and more herbes de provence, a simple baby mixed green salad with olive oil and balsamic, and glazed carrots with tarragon and chervil. I used only half of the carrots, and the recipe really brought out their tasty homegrown flavor. It was so good that I think I’ll make it again with the other half of the carrots later in the week.

Here’s the picture of that cool tavern sign I told you guys about. I just put it up on my wall a couple hours ago. It replaces the venerable Japanese-styled cloudy mountain painting, which goes back into the poster tube.

Keep a close eye on your boobies, lest they wander into my trappe!

Over a month ago, a local terrier breeder with which I’ve been in contact emailed me about six weeks ago and said “I have a female Wire Fox puppy. If you want her, let me know and send a deposit.” That was all I knew, and all I needed to know.

After close to 9 months of being dog-free, of being on the wait list for 7 different local rescue groups for terriers, of being told repeatedly by the city pound and the humane society and a number of different non-profit rescue groups that we suck because we live in an apartment and don’t have a fenced yard even though we are amazing people and will spoil any dog rotten with love and love and more love, I finally was close to getting a dog. Holy crap, a dog! Of course I want the dog. It’s a puppy from a reputable breeder, it’s 1.5 hours away, and it’s a female. Yes, I want the dog. Here is my deposit. Thank you, come again.

So last week, I get another email with some pictures of two cute puppies gnawing on each other and being all floppy and puppy-like. The only text is, “These are the two females of the litter. Which one do you want?” (more…)

Just harvested my first fingerling potatoes. I saved the seed potatoes in the frig over the winter. I’ll deliver these to Tyler ’cause I know Mindy and Tylo love fingerling potatoes.