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a. i would never be creeped out by you walking up and introducing yourself to me. in whatever capacity.
b. clearly you hit the nail on the head in terms of my personality because my go to response would have been (of course) LETS GO GET SOME BOOZE.
Seriously, I think we’d have a fantastic time.
but, last night I had a dream that I met unicornfandance. I recognized her in a shoe store and went up and introduced myself. At first she seemed a little creeped out that some internet person was approaching her, but then she came around and suggested we go out drinking.
We never did, though, because instead I had to take my cat to an interview with this snobby lady from Vogue.
I don’t know.
The ceviche turned out quite well for a first attempt. Rather than using any particular recipe I found, I just sort of winged it after reading a bunch of different ideas. There are so many variations on ceviche. Practically every latin american country has their own version. Mine is fairly similar to Peruvian ceviche, except I didn’t serve it with yams on the the side. This is what I ended up with:
1 lb Tilapia, cut into 1” cubes. Any type of good quality white fish would work. Shrimp, scallops, and clams are other possible variations. I chose tilapia because it was on sale.
2 tomatoes, diced
1/2 large white onion, thinly sliced
1 habanero pepper, diced
1 handful chopped fresh cilantro
The juice of 4 limes
The juice of 3 lemons
Salt, pepper and cayenne, to taste
1 avocado, diced
Combine all ingredients through salt, pepper and cayenne in a glass or ceramic dish. Cover and place in the refrigerator for 3-12 hours. One hour before serving, add avocado.
Next time I do this I’m going to cut down the marinating time closer to three hours. If you have a good quality fish, eating it rarer should be delicious. I served it with flour tortillas and a salad.
There’s a train that goes by near our apartment. Twenty or so blocks away. It fun to close your eyes and pretend that there’s a dinosaur loose in the city. I think dinosaurs might sound like train horns.
Remember that part in Jurassic Park 2 when the Tyrannosaurus Rex ate the dog and the dog house was hanging from it’s mouth from the chain? That made me cry.
To be fair, I was eleven and I was overtired because I had just got back from sleep away camp that day.
Hm. Rambley much?
Ceviche! Currently marinating in the fridge, preparing to be devoured this evening.
Ceviche is definitely my favorite summer food. Possibly my favorite food, period. I’ve never attempted to make it before, though, so hopefully this goes well.
As I was reading through different recipes last night I was thinking it looked really easy. The fish is “cooked” by the acidity in citrus juice, so you don’t even have to heat up the stove.
Reality: Yes, it’s easy, but it’s also very dangerous. Mostly for your eyeballs.
See, first there’s the onion. I don’t know why, but this onion was especially tear jerking. I was full on, mascara-down-the-cheeks, weeping as I sliced it. The saddest onion ever chopped.
Then there’s the lemons and limes. I used the juice of four limes and three lemons for my ceviche and juice from two of those lemons squirted right into my already irritated eyeballs.
So, then I took a break to stubble blindly to the bathroom for a little eye wash.
Next hazard: habaneros. By this point, though, I was very alert to the danger. I managed to remember not to touch my eyes after cutting the peppers before washing my hands. I have made that mistake in the past. Not pleasant.
It will all be worth it, though. I would gladly sacrifice a little eyesight for delicious ceviche.
So, I went to see Terry Gross on Saturday. I think I scared her a little bit at the signing table after her talk. For some reason I got all nervous while I was waiting, like, What will I say? Oh my god!
Sheesh, Jessica. It’s Terry Gross. Calm down.
So I got up there and said a bunch of gushy things and I think I said them way too close to her face. Also of note: I had put away several glasses of wine before the show. She looked overwhelmed.
Anyway, I ended up with this picture. I look like a deranged giant. Apparently, my head= Terry Gross’ head X 2.
Yesterday when Fresh Air came on I actually felt embarrassed. Ha
Hopefully my children won’t want to play baseball. I’d prefer they participated in an indoor sport that took less then four hours.
Pinball, maybe?
