Random gripe of the day

I hate recipes that start every sentence with a piece of major expensive kitchen equipment. I beat my eggs with a whisk, thank you, and I don't have a food processor either. And I have no idea how your convection oven translates into a regular one. And when you get down to the exact brands and specific attachments, that's a lot of verbiage for me to cut through to find the actual verb and description for what is supposed to be happening to the food. More often than not, I'll wander off and look for an older recipe.

And as long as I'm grousing about recipes, you know what else I hate? I hate that I am browsing this huge repository of vegetable recipes and I don't like any of the recipes except for the ones I already do. The same things keep showing up over and over, and they're dumb. Bundles of green beans wrapped in bacon. That one green bean casserloe, you know, with the cream of mushroom soup and the canned fried onions? Over and over and over, every time "this is a new and unique version." Brassicaceae of various sorts glazed with maple syrup. Bacon in everything. Everything grilled or roasted, including things that ought to be braised. Honey in every damned thing. Why? Grits, polenta, pasta, dried legumes, couscous, all passed off as vegetable dishes. Yeah, they're plant matter, but you eat them for the starch: they do not have the culinary characteristics of vegetables and do not fulfill the craving for green (or orange).

Long gripe. Short version: I do not understand and do not approve of a bunch of people's approach to vegetable cookery and it makes me grumpy to wade through this when I'm looking for something I like.

Plink: The Drummer Boy

Words today: 585
well, I spent a large part of the day attending to cars that would not start because the lights stayed on all night or which died on the freeway because someone who is not me did not put gas in them. Also, totally took the dog for a walk at Antonelli's Pond with my friend Patricia and her old dog Ruby that Truffle has known for years and years. Yesterday when we were at Moore Creek we saw Ruby and her other person Michael and Truffle was very happy to see them, and sniffed Ruby and Michael and then went looking for Patricia and their other dog.

chapter 32 total: 2769

writing anxiety of the day: oh my dog is this conversation for real? Does anybody care about this but me? How long does this conversation ahve to be anyway?

detail I liked: "She's not a housekeeper, she's a scientist."

further writing anxiety: should I really be having this elderly scientist feeding this boy? Shouldn't she be too busy sciencing to mother him? No, I decided, if a male scientist can be nurturing and protective to a young person that blunders into his life, so can a female scientist.