More of the autumn cookfest

My recemt campaign to cook new stuff has mostly been facilitated by the Epicurious app for the iPhone–specifically, the low-calorie mains section. But I did a tofu search last week, because I had a motley collection of leftover ingredients in the fridge: half a brick of bean curd, broccoli, light coconut milk. This recipe, which features lemon grass, also gave me an opportunity to try out something I’ve seen in one of the local groceries–toothpaste-y tubes of herbs, preserved in citrus juice and a bit of oil.

(One can buy lemongrass on the Drive, of course, and we do. But every so often there’s a phase where all of what’s available is shockingly moldy and I don’t want the spores in the house.)

This was subtle and delicious and–if you’re pepper-averse–not too spicy. I used less oil and rice than was called for, and didn’t miss either. There’s a snapshot here, if you are curious.

Instagrammatical Foolery

I haven’t been carrying the birdhunter camera everywhere I go lately; the light hasn’t been good all that often, and without it the pack is nearly two pounds lighter. Part of me knows that this means that sooner or later a migrating flamingo is going to get blown off-course, and end up dancing the can-can twenty feet from me, laughing its fluffy pink butt off as I attempt to document it with my damn rinkydink cameraphone.

The other part is just getting its photographic yayas by having fun taking silly snaps with said phone and messing around with them in Instagram.

A selection of the latest shots can be seen on the front of my web page. Or I can be found and followed under my usual social networking handle, AlyxDellamonica. I’m cross-posting to some of the usual places, uploading the shots to Flickr and Facebook and sometimes Tweeting the best of them. There’s a high density of cat shots, which is what always happens when I’m figuring out a new photo toy.

Minnow, looking for love

Everyone knows Saul is Windy

My latest horror lookback is live on TOR–I read a John Saul book called When the Wind Blows, and found it to be, mostly, a let-down.

The next post is going to be about the V.C. Andrews blockbuster gothic series, The Dollengager Saga, best known by the title of its opener, Flowers in the Attic. But I’m giving myself a teeny break first, by reading D.D. Barant’s hilarious new Bloodhound Files novel Better Off Undead.

And Bingo is its name-oh

A couple weeks ago Kelly and I bought ourselves an ottoman that turns into a (very low, very narrow) bed that also transforms into a coffeetable. It’s just like Clark Kent, only more vulnerable to cat hair. It came from Vancouver Special, and they call it Bingo.

So far I have succeeded at sleeping, sitting, and propping my legs on it. It seems to work exactly as advertised, and solves a few thorny domestic challenges I was having, and seems to have been a good all-round purchase.

Also, it allows me to toast my legs by the fire while poking at my various iGadgetry as they lie flat on the floor.