Good morning! Happy healthy wellness and hope for us all in 2018:-)
Well, I'm in that zone where all I do is sleep and not feel rested. *sigh* My brain is fog, all fog, and nothing but The Fog.
A new year does not, alas, mean all new things in our lives.
A list of what will nto change in 2018:
I still have all y'all! :-) ANd you still have me doing this check-in. (Emoji of choice here!)
My hubby will still leave his dirty socks in random places, and leave his sweatshirt on the floor.
There will be cats. Dogs. Fluffy bunnies. Blue sunny days and green soft evenings.
There will still be chocolate!
There will still be sorrow, and its burden will still be lessened when shared with true friends.
There'll be puma hugs and support.
And no matter what else 2018 brings, it cannot take what we most value: Love. Whehter it is the love of partners in life, friends, family, or the pure Greek *charitas* of compassionate love for others... oops, and our pets!.... We got the love, folks.
Now, it being January 1, all sorts of history happens, most of it nominal. "This thing came into effect". Yeah, whatever.
I have an SIL story for you! C'mon, c'mon, you know that's way better, *and* it involves NEW trends!
Cooking sous vide at home.
What-the-whatta? Yeah, I had to look that up. I cook. I don't "sous vide" anything.
Sous vide is a cooking method invented in 1974, for cooking large quantities of food at gourmet level, in ten minutes. Wait, what? OK, yeah, back that up a minute. Or ten.
Sous vide is French for "within vacuum". Ironically, btw, the whole point of this thing is you can do it with a Ziploc bag, a pot of heated water, and an agitator, but the "sous vide" method is: Take yoru food. Usually meat. Almost always meat, in fact. Put into bag. Gee, the home kit sometimes has a vacuum seal thingamajig. (Or you can use Ziploc, I'm told. Whatever. I cook my food without the plastic, thanks.) Anyway, you insert bag into big-ass tubs of water. In a restaurant, they may have a sous vide set-up the size of your bathtub. Attach the sous vide gadget --- in the modern age --- and plug in the sous vide gadget. It will heat the water to about 160*F (pasteurizing all foods temperature) and keep it moving around and around the vac-sealed slab of meat for, oh, you know... 2 to 48 hours. Yes, you saw that correctly. Up to 48 hours. There's a reason the restaurant version was originally about a bathtub in size, and like a giant gentle chafing dish with a water-agitator.
So that water flows around and around and eventually heats the food allllll the way through to exactly and no more than 160*F, because water has fantastic thermodynamic properties (with which I've bored you in the past, and you've probably forgotten, but it's okay, just pretend you know and care), and even the center of the thickest slab of beef or horse or whatever will be at a nice 160*F.
Then, as the food is needed, you remove from the bathtub --- ahemn, sous vide pot --- and unseal the bag and sear the outside with the sauce du jour, and everyone raves how perfectly tender the inside of the meat is.
That's because it wasn't exposed to cooking heat for more than, usually, two to five minutes in a hot saute pan, followed by a toss in sauce.
Why do you need to know this?
You don't. Seriously. I was all, "Seriously, she can't cook anyway..." But...
For Christmas, SIL got an AUDI (the car, yes, she had a fender bender in the Mercedes, I vote we not let the woman drive ever, how about that) because my BIL got an Audi (he bought it himself, then gave us nothing for Christmas, citing his life expenses... I'm helping pay my mom's life and I'm unemployed and we got them gifts.... He's becoming SIL with testicles...)
Anyway, SIL found out her little bro (BIL) got a sous vide with WIFI so he can monitor it from work on his smartphone, and *stamps her foot* must have now! (Cue Veruca Salt song from old Willy Wonka movie with Gene Wilder.) So she must have an Audi --- and sous vide --- and I'm sitting here thinking, "How the f*** do I afford medical care?" while they're off in their la-la land racking up debt to look elite.
BIL is, anyway. SIL's hubby the millionaire did pay cash for the Audi.
Meanwhile, even my MIL got catty about all this --- MIL? Yes. She was eyerolling and normal and human and shocked for a change --- and FIL was worse --- and I did *not* say, "Hey, you paid their way all their lives till age 30 or beyond, that's what you get." I did say something under my breath like, "My husband, your OLDEST SON, asked once for $5K and *repaid it*. What is the differnce in you rthree kids? Right, who they married!"... But FIL did hear that and he said in his deep professorial tone, "You're right, my oldest son did marry someone very different, and it was a shock to a lot of us." (Meaning MIL, b/c she didn't even use my name for 15 years. I was too low down classless whatever.) Anyway.... I'm thinking, "Sh*t, there goes the day," and believe me, a nice New Year Eve hour with "the rellies" was already low on my list of "Happy Moments."
Then my FIL continues, still in this very grave, deep voice, "But it was a happy shock in the end," and here we are.
FWIW, btw, Hubby was disgusted by the elitist pretenses of his siblings. "An Audi is wha tyou buy when you pretend you're not a snob, a Mercedes is what you buy when you don't care you're a snob," was his summary. I had to ask what our car means (Subaru Forester a few years old now)... His reply? "We spend our money on better things than our 'image'." Awww.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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