cook like a crook

So I recently watched Julie & Julia. Much to my surprise, I lurved it.  A lot.  From watching it, I realized I have had a lot of hobbies of mine slip through the cracks.  One of them being cooking.  Another being jigsaw puzzles (don't judge).  One other being drawing.

In an attempt to change this issue, I decided to devote one night a week to cooking. Cook something new, cook something different, and cook something 100% delicious.

My first attempt:

Alice Springs Chicken and an Awesome Blossom from the Outback with Oreo Cheesecake for dessert. I didn't take pictures, and I don't feel like rummaging for the recipes I used to create these absolutely divine morsels, so you'll just have to take my word for it.

Attempt #2:

Salsa.  My co-worker loaded me up with tomatoes from her garden.  Seeing that I rate eating plain, gut-squirting tomatoes at a very low number of .01/10, I decided to do something delicious with them.  Enter salsa recipe:

tomatoes
1 can diced chiles
3 green onions
garlic
2-3 dried chili/jalapeno peppers
fresh cilantro
2-3 T lemon juice
2-3 T olive oil
salt/pepper to taste

As you can see this is pretty general.  I got really spicy chiles, so I forewent the chile peppers.  Just dump and play with it until you have a mouthwatering concoction.

I give this salsa a 8.5/10.  Especially if you like hot, hot, hot.  Mmm.

Next up, I plan to take my taste buds on a trip to England (most people say that English food is gross, but I found a few things that were surprisingly delightful when I took a jolly-good visit there):

Cornish Pasties (Pahs-Tees)
Sally Lunn Buns
Trifle (or maybe good old Halloween sugar cookies, because I am sooo in the mood).

Stay tuned.

Sasquatch

I have a problem with my height.  A huge problem. 

I am 5'11".

Here's a list of problems with being that tall:

1.) Any sort of cute shoe (heels) is a no go.
2.) Men and me don't mix-- midget meet ogre. Luckily, I found someone that is exactly my height.
3.) Pants don't fit... lookout FLOODS!
4.) I look like a sasquatch... or a tranny (my nickname was squatch -- shortened from sasquatch for a few years)
5.) Being tall = big feet = clown shoes.
6.) I had growth spurt issues, which ultimately resulted in bad knees.
7.) People are scared of me.
8.) People tell me that I can "carry my weight better."

What are the benefits?  I can't think of any, other than no one ever loses me in a crowd, I can get things off the highest shelf by just reaching u,p and... well, that's it. Lots of people tell me that they wish they could be tall and I don't understand. Help this sqautch out, people. Why would you want to be tall?

If I had a wish, it would be to chop exactly three inches off my legs.  5'8".  Now that's a height I could enjoy.

I give my height a 4/10.  Maybe I wouldn't like being short, either.