Thursday, May 28, 2009


Feeling mildly flat today.

Basic Flatbread Recipe
2 cups whole wheat flour
1 teaspoon salt
3/4 - 1 cup warm water

1. In a large bowl, mix together the flour and the salt. If including additional spices, add them now. Drizzle in the water with one hand, and mix with the other, until the dough begins to come together as a ball. It shouldn't be overly wet or sticky; if it's too dry, drizzle in more water.
2. Turn out onto a lightly floured surface, and knead for about 5 minutes. Cover tightly with plastic wrap and let rest for an hour.
3. Remove from wrap, and divide into 6-8 equal-sized pieces of dough. On a lightly flour-dusted surface, press them flat, and roll each piece out to a disc 6 inches in diameter.
4. Set a griddle or heavy skillet over medium high heat, and lightly brush with vegetable or grapeseed oil. Place the breads, one at a time, on the griddle, moving around periodically with a spatula. If the bread begins to balloon, press it down with the spatula, and turn over. The cooking time should be no longer than about 20 seconds, total.
5. Remove each bread to a plate draped with a towel. Cover and keep warm until all done.
Makes about 6-8 breads

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Not a rant

I think that maybe the saddest thing to recognize about oneself is how it's possible for you to not be enough in another person's eyes. To see that who you are and all that you have to offer is simply not what they need. To be standing in front of someone, "here," proferring all that you have to give. I feel like there's something more there than just rejection.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


Does it make me a bad person that I now reflexively change the channel/page/station when I hear Farrah Fawcett's name? It's not that I don't feel badly for her, that she's suffering. But what happens if/when she actually does die? What's left? On another note, I doubt that I'd be man enough to tell America that I had anal cancer. Wouldn't everyone then just be visualizing my cancer-riddled anus?

Wondering more stupid s*** lately

Why don't unpadded bras exist in sizes lower than a D cup? (And why, when they do, must they resemble some sort of therapeutic, surgical-recovery bra?) Why does the lingerie industry assume that anyone with bosoms smaller than a D cup is most certainly yearning for a more ample rack?

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Is this bad?

Is it bad that I have to bribe myself with all these tiny rewards on a pretty regular basis? Or does that mean I'd just be a really effective (and also cool!) mom? Is it bad that I've already been bribing myself with the vacation I'll be taking in September?

Friday, May 1, 2009

Wondering some stupid s*** lately

Why is the vegetable of the day so often multiple vegetables? And doesn't that derogate the identities of the individual vegetables?