Yes, tonight I shall turn my hand to huevos rancheros. Unfortunately, I don't have fresh salsa, but I can live with that. I am really starting to love cooking. I just want to collect recipes and use them as often as possible. I'm kind of wired right now, but that's most likely because I didn't get much sleep and am now wide awake.
I hate that, though. I feel exhausted, almost like I could fall asleep at any moment. At the same time though, I feel up and ready to take on the entire world with my bare hands. So, I'm slightly conflicted. All I know for certain is that I am making Huevos Rancheros as soon as greywolfmd gets out of the kitchen.
Which means that I will be cutting in on my writing time, but I don't care as I am hungry and want more tortillas. Seriously, if you've never had homemade tortillas you are missing out on something amazingly delicious. They are very time consuming, though. Not as bad as Tamales, but still something that you really should make in advance.
Right.It's 23:23 right now, and it took me about forty minutes to make a dozen tortillas. Only about six of them made it to the plate, the rest were eaten as I cooked them. I need to work on that. It's complicated though, because they are so amazingly good. Next time, though... more than two eggs need to be made, as I was having a hard time distributing them amongst all of the tortillas.
Alternatively, I could stop being such a glutton. My stomach feels like it's about to burst after eating that many tortillas in less than half an hour. But it's so good! I really want to start teaching people how to make tortillas, now that I have it down pat. Seriously, they're really easy to make and filled with win. I'm thinking next time that I'll use one egg for every two tortillas.
I do need a new tortilla press. One that doesn't have a broken handle. A sturdy one, with some weight to it. While this aluminum one does the job, it's really hard for me to make nice, even tortillas. They always end up thicker on one side. This may be caused by the fact that I am shoving down on top with just my bare hand, but I seem to remember it doing the same thing when it still had the handle.
Holy crap. Almost all of this post has been dedicated to the food that I had for dinner. That's pretty insane. Let's see... what do I have to do tonight? I need to sift the litter, take out the trash, do the dishes, and find out exactly what we have in the pantry so that I have a better idea as to what I can make with it. That ought to keep me away from the internet for the night.
Unfortunately, I now have twenty minutes to finish this post, and about a thousand words to go before I hit the end. This is going to be an interesting race against time, as I am not sure that I can actually pull this one off. A thousand words in twenty minutes is actually fifty words per minute. Now that I have that figure, I am fairly certain that there is no possible way in hell that I can accomplish that tonight.
I'm a good typist now, sure. I'm not that good, though. And the simple fact that I am attempting it proves that I really don't believe that I will fail this. Either that, or because I don't mind to terribly posting a few minutes late. Hopefully, it's because I can really get this done, as that would be filled with win, awesome, and various other adjectives to describe things that are extraordinary.
Man, that took a bit to type out the word'extraordinary'. Mainly because I haven't ever had a use for that word in my regular typing. I've found that I am less memorising where to put my fingers, and more learning the exact sequence of button-pushing to actually typ a word. I get the feeling that if I were to accidentally move my starting positions over one key I would be able to type up some impressive gibberish.
Crap, only fourteen minutes left in the day. I have to really buckle down and start typing like a madman, except with slightly more coherency. Grah. I can't stop writing here, this is bat country. No, not insane yet, just a nod to Hunter S. Thompson's 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas', one of his more notable works. I haven't read much by him, though. I should probably remedy that, as I'm sure there are at least a couple of his books floating around in this house.
Eleven minutes. At five minutes I will check to see how far I've gotten, and post what I have. I'm not really terribly hopeful, as I think that so far I've only written about four hundred words more than what I had before. I guess I shouldn't have stopped for dinner. But then again, if I hadn't stopped for food, this might be an entirely different post. Probably wouldn't have near as much dedicated to tortillas, is my guess.
Anyway, I have nine minutes to midnight, and I am rapidly running out of things to type. I mean, I am typing as fast as I can, and concentrating all of my attention on having words in a row to put down. I could go the route of typing nonsense words, but I'm not Dr. Seuss. I don't eat green eggs anywhere. Babbling now, I think. Not terribly, but I can notice it. And if I can notice it, you almost certainly can.
Crap two minutes left until I have to check the word count. Hopefully I will have breached at least a thousand for this total post, as that would make it so very much easier to catch up tomorrow. I really am wishing that I had started this earlier, though. I could be all finished, but no. I had an errand to run with one of the housemates. C'est la vie, and all that crap.
Sweet. At five of, I've gotten nearly 1100 words written. Unfortunately, that falls a neat four hundred short of my goal. So, I think that I shall wrap this post up as fast as I can possibly type, and post. I wish I had faster fingers, but unfortunately I am not that good quite yet. Still, this gave me quite a bit of practice in typing faster than I normally do. That is some consolation.
Goodnight everybody, and stay safe out there.