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| Friday, May 18th, 2012 |
shoiryu
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4:30p |
Trying to make rent for the end of the month, so: selling a bunch of stuff here! Including a bunch of video games new in shrinkwrap, some used but rare games like Wild Arms, and a brand new copy of Valkyrie Profile for like 50 bucks less than everyone else is selling it, ahahaha. :)
If you see something you like there but don't want to buy from amazon for some reason, just let me know and we can do it privately at same price!
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matociquala
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12:11p |
This is just to say....
....that there's going to be an Annual Booksale when I get back from WisCon, as there are giant boxes of books all over my house again. You have been forewarned! Also, I will be doing an r/Fantasy (that's Reddit) Ask Me Anything on June 5th. Questions may be posted all day in the appropriate thread, and I will answer them in the evening. Because y'all don't get enough of a chance to listen to me babble... Current Mood: overwhelmed |
furiosity
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6:29a |
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| Thursday, May 17th, 2012 |
kimberlyfdr
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11:17p |
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penknife
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9:25p |
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marksykins
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9:20p |
Active fandoms and what not.
Taking a TiVO break to build up buffer for the next two episodes of Community, but with no spoilers, that first episode was AWESOME. And I think I wrote a fic about that tag in 2010. The 30 Rock episode in between was pretty good, too. I really want Liz to have a tiny plant of her very own. Like most of my flist, I've fallen headfirst into Avengers fandom. Combined with my Hunger Games fic ideas, I'm suffering for the first time in I don't even know how long with too many ideas but not enough time to write them. Also not enough time to read all the fic I want! I know, I know, what terrible problems to have. I've been making my way through all the lead up movies to The Avengers, some that I've seen before, some that I haven't. I skipped the Ang Lee Hulk movie because I saw it before years ago and it doesn't need revisiting, but watched the Edward Norton one, and also both Iron Mans (Iron Men?). Tomorrow I watch Thor for the first time! I'm excited for that. In TV news, I have no idea what to make of the upfronts. Everything is moving all around and messing my schedules up. >:( Why is Revenge moving? Why do I have two Friday shows now? Who thinks moving Glee to Thursday is a good move? Will I watch any new show other than Mindy Kaling's? Only time will tell. But for the first time, uh, ever, nothing I watch got canceled. So that's strange. Also posted to http://marks.dreamwidth.org/301411.html. Comment here or there! |
matociquala
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3:17p |
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matociquala
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1:14p |
your brain works a lot faster than mine.
Anything else I had to say about the Criminal Minds season finale is subsumed in ZOMG Reid knitted it himself!
He makes a pretty good Four. Also, I'm glad they did the Emily thing the way they did the Emily thing; it's good to see Will but he should have known better; I'm pretty sure that UNSUB plan fails on usual the Evil Mastermind overclever subroutine of relying on a coincidence they could not have known about in advance; I bet that's Kevin's cousin; Penelope needs a Stern Talking To of the variety she just gave Morgan a few weeks back; I'm still the only person in this fandom who likes Strauss, but dammit I still like Strauss; and FASTER JJ KILL KILL! Discussion in comments of parallels between JJ in Hit/Run and Hotch in 100 is open for business. Current Mood:  mostly quite pleased, really |
matociquala
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12:20p |
don't you wish there were another picture of che guevara?
The following contains discussion of fitness, health, and weight issues. If that is triggery for you, please page down now!
Ob. Disclaimer: I absolutely support anyone's right to live in their body as they choose, at any size they find comfortable. This is entirely about me, and my efforts to reclaim my health and strength after half a decade of abusing and neglecting my poor body.
Well, I'm wearing a pair of jeans that, based on the brand and cut, must date back to 1987 or so. They're Chic, size 14 tall, and in high school they would have been baggy on me. Now, they fit loosely except for the waist, which is a bit snug--but then, that happened when I was sixteen, too, though the jeans were size 11 then. This is because eighties jeans were cut to fit absolutely nobody except a young Brooke Shields. They do, however, still make my ass look fantastic, a characteristic generally not shared by modern lower-rise jeans, which make nobody's ass look good. Not mine, not yours. Possibly Jessica Simpson's. But they do let one bend at the middle without pinching one's ribcage on the waistband, which I suppose is a win. I guess that means I am officially back in my high school clothes, generously speaking. As I also have a black bat-winged sheath dress from Chico's that I loved in high school, and have been hanging on to for sentimental reasons. I might dust it off for an eighties party later this year. If only I had some slouchy elf boots. I suspect I will save the jeans for eighties nights at goth clubs. I think I still have one pair of slouchy socks hoarded away somewhere... ;-) This is all prelude to saying that I'm hovering somewhere around 187, and have been for about a month now with the usual ups and downs--but I'm obviously building muscle, because I seem to be shrinking. At one point a month or so ago I noticed I had obliques, there under the slack middle-aged tummy. This week, I noticed the top set of ab muscles. Also, my thighs are no longer getting in my way during most of yoga--that stopped after ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=91.7) scott_lynch and I walked somewhere around 40 miles in three days of NYC. I can do Hero's Pose and Lightning Pose without cheating now, and my body doesn't actually interfere with my ability to do a lunge anymore. It's still getting in the way of twists, and my biceps interfere with Eagle Pose, but that's not new. I'm a solid girl. I can also wear most of my beloved old corp-goth work clothes again, justifying my hoarding tendencies. Two suits are a bit tight, but they were always on the skinny end of the rack. I had to move the buttons back on a green suit I love, that I had expanded a bit when I was gaining weight. It's a size 12. I am facing the surprising possibility of shrinking out of my wardrobe again. In any case, look for a much better-dressed Bear at conventions this summer, since I love these clothes and don't have a dayjob to wear them to anymore. Curiously, I'm about 17 pounds heavier than the last time I fit in these clothes, which tells us about the power of rock-climbing. Muscle is heavy! My current weight goal is somewhere in the neighborhood of 160 pounds. Which should make the same size, roughly, as when I was in high school and weighed 150-ish. I was on track and field then, and at my most muscular before now, but I'm pretty sure my upper body now dwarfs what I had then. (Shoulders! They're awesome!) Also, um. Boobs. Some cup sizes have come to roost since then. Ahem. So I'm less than thirty pounds from my goal, which is very pleasant. My body is behaving as it should; everything physical is so much easier than it was in 2004, when I couldn't walk a half-mile without agonizing pain (now I can run five 12-minute miles back to back); and I'm enjoying the reduction in back and joint pain and the ability to sleep comfortably on my side or back again without feeling like my own belly is crushing me. I seem to be part of a coterie of SFF writers and fans on the "get healthy the old-fashioned way; move more and eat less crap" bandwagon, which pleases me. (personally, I have been following the efforts of Scalzi, Doctorow, Lynch, Sykes, Downum, Silverstein, Connolly, Buckell, and I'm sure a few others whose names are eluding me because it's time for lunch.) It pleases me because I'd like to see a lot of these people around for a damned long time. I'm also noticing changes in appetite, which tell me my body is adapting to its new lower caloric demands. Two whole pieces of fruit is too much to eat with lunch now; I am contented with half of each (plus some protein and vegetables and brown carbs, of course). (I eat a lot of fruit and vegetables, about ten servings most days; I've finally figured out how to reach my RDA minimum of potassium, and it goes like this: a cup of fortified cereal in the morning (Special K protein plus, since I can't find Total Protein around here anymore), half an orange, a small banana, eight ounces of green coconut water, and half a sweet potato. Some strawberries or mango don't hurt either, or some beans.)) For those who are curious about how I did it (my doctor was, and she laughed out loud when I said, "Counting calories, restricting sweets and saturated fat, and getting off my ass!" She then replied, "So doing all the boring shit we tell people to do, huh?"), here's my plan, fondly called The Discipline: It's a refined version of the Hacker Diet, which relies on good old thermodynamics to make things happen. I'm keeping my caloric intake around 1700-1900 calories a day, exercising for about an hour a day on average, drinking lots of water and not too much caffeine, avoiding refined carbs (mostly: I get 100-200 calories of "treat" a day, which could be a glass of wine or a beer, or a brownie, or... PRO TIP: Guinness is lower in calories than most "lite" beers, and tastes a fuckload better. Now you know.), eating roughly twice as many vegetables as the FDA suggests, and trying to keep my protein intake around 20% and my fat intake around 25%--and also trying to keep my protein intake above 100g a day without too much reliance on red meat, or meat at all. (I do use protein supplements--whey and soy, mostly.) I eat a lot of high-protein dairy (skyr!) and I try to limit myself to 100-200 calories a day from refined sugar, which is roughly 20-40 grams. Or, well, half a can of non-diet Coke. Managing sodium intake is a killer. But I'm working on it. Sleeping eight hours a night also pisses me off, but it seems to be necessary. I got six last night, and noticed the difference on my run this morning--I kept having to walk up hills I normally cruise up in second or third gear. I also exercise six days a week--usually two days of climbing (with a little yoga); three days of running; one day of yoga. I also try to get in some vigorous outdoor time when possible--kayaking, hiking, walking the dog. Walking to the store. Picking up my jump rope for five minutes on an otherwise sedentary day. As I said, one of the most successful weeks of the Discipline recently was when Scott and I were on Manhattan, eating every goddamned thing in sight. But we also made a point of walking two-thirds the length of the island at least once (Riverside to Chinatown, with side trips), and we walked as much as time permitted, otherwise. I know it sounds like my fitness routine is crushing, and seven or eight years ago, it would have crushed me. (Hell, I had the pleasant experience recently of putting in a Rodney Yee video that, in 2006, I could do maybe fifteen minutes of, and having the full hour workout be only just pleasantly challenging.) But remember, when I started out, I weighed 285-290 pounds and could not walk a half mile. One good habit builds on another, it turns out--and I find myself drinking more green and herbal tea because black tea doesn't taste good after the first mug, and I find myself not hungry for seconds unless the food is exceptionally good, and even then not always. There's not actually a lot of privation; I just want more of what's healthy for me. It's okay if I have a measured ounce of cheese on my beans and rice, instead of as much as I can fit in the bowl. It still tastes just as good! Better, since it's as easy to afford small quantities of really delicious food as it is large quantities of sort of icky food. And far more satisfying. Who knew? Which is so different from all my old pathological ways of dealing with food and drink that it's a little croggling. Most of this, of course, is just basic health maintenance stuff, and not too hard once you get the hang of it. And it's not like I don't give myself days off: I will in fact have two or three drinks on a night out, for example. I'm fully planning on onion rings after archery tonight when I get dinner with the Thursday Night Shooters. Just... not too damned often. And budget for it. It's not the extremes that set one's level of health; it's the baseline. Current Mood:  relaxed |
| Friday, May 18th, 2012 |
karenhealey
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2:03a |
Conversations with friends, and the things my body tells me.
Willow (pre-reading yesterdays post): When you first mentioned poop - knowing you - I thought it was gonna be something about the digestive process. So I steeled myself. Me: Because I am disgusting! Me (on twitter): Internets! Last night I dreamed I was a cheerleader. AND WE WON NATIONALS!!! Best dream ever. Justin: But at what cost? #pregnancy #veryspecialepisode Me: My cheerbaby will be a WINNER, just like me! Justin: CHEERBABY GOES TO STATE Me: I'm going for my run to see if I can shake some of these kinks out. I will sell hello to the sheeps for you Me: say Me: what, brian? Me: BRAIN. BFF Robyn: ARE THE SHEEPS ALL CALLED BRIAN THEN? Me: USUALLY THEY ARE CALLED SHAUN. Me: THAT IS A PUN, OR PLAY ON WORDS. Today my body was in such pain from the bad things I do to it (clenching my jaw, squinting, sitting in a computer chair for hours, slouching, not touch-typing in an approved manner, flagrantly ignoring my "TAKE A BREAK NOW" messages, Diet Coke) that it kinda refused to stop working just before dinner. "I'm going to lie in the dark and think non-painful thoughts for a few minutes," I announced to my parents. Four hours later, I woke up. Mmm glamourous life of the artiste. In conclusion, Cheerbaby Goes To State is going to be the blogging title of the project after Secret Secret Shush Shush. |
| Wednesday, May 16th, 2012 |
longtimegone
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9:52p |
post of brief updates of the media sort
1) Saw the Avengers on Friday and it was GREAT FUN! I've never been much of a comic book person, but I usually enjoy the movies made from them even if I don't rush to see them right when they come out. I'm glad I saw this one at the theater, and I would like to see it at least once more before it goes out. 2) Also, in the run up to watching Avengers, I rewatched Iron Man, and I watched Iron Man 2, Captain America, and Thor for the first time. IM2 was great fun, as I assumed. I liked Captain America and Thor more than I thought I would, which was a nice surprise. 3) OMG HOUSE. I have no idea what's going to happen next Monday in the finale, but I spent most of this week's episode curled up in a ball around my pillow going OH GOD and WHAT THE HELL? The show's quality has declined in recent years without a doubt, but I still have a PLACE OF LOVE for it in my heart and will be sad to see it end. I hope it doesn't suck. Series finales always make me cry. 4) Work is CRAY CRAY and I'm mostly keeping up with social networking twice a day. I check in the morning when I wake up and once I get home from work. This means I usually have MASSIVE amounts of Tumblr to go through. LJ is almost depressingly manageable and Twitter has started to drive me insane as my Twitter client on my computer decides how far back I can read with no option to retrieve cut off posts. I might have to start reading on the site again, as I cannot seem to find an option/preference that turns off the whole "loading only last 2 hours of posts" crap. My phone at least allows me to refresh those missing posts. 5) Anyone got a twitter client rec for Macbook? This entry was originally posted at http://longtimegone.dreamwidth.org/491324.html and has  comments. You can comment here on LJ or click here to reply to this entry on DW. Current Mood:  exhausted |
kimberlyfdr
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10:33p |
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ficangel
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8:47p |
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matociquala
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6:14p |
half angel. half eagle. one eye on the world.
The first volume of Shadow Unit is now available as a proper paper book with a gorgeous Kyle Cassidy cover. It will be available through Amazon within a week, and will slowly filter its way through the rest of the online distribution system.  This volume contains the first half of Season 1. Volume 2 should be available in about a month, with other volumes to follow. And of course, Shadow Unit in its entirety is available for free online, and as a modestly priced ebook through the usual sources. The story began in 2007, and will end in 2013. It's not too late to discover one of the coolest collaborative serials in the genre internets! Current Mood: chipper |
furiosity
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10:59a |
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karenhealey
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11:49p |
Why I Write Diversity (With Bonus Poop Metaphor!)
If you want to read this post in eyes-friendly black text on white, click here.Yesterday, John Scalzi wrote a post on Straight White Male: The Lowest Difficulty Setting There Is. The post garnered much comment and many responses. (For ex: one great post on how John's metaphor could do with some expansion). A lot of people made horrendously stupid remarks on that post that John promptly deleted, but there's a lot of 101 level stuff going on in the comments of the kind that I get way too weary to engage with after a while. But something that I think is worth my time is a number of straight white dudes saying, well, okay, I'm playing life on Easy Mode. I recognise that. Now what should I do? Sometimes the question came across as disingenuous, but often I read it as sincere. Because after all, working out what you can do can be overwhelming. As a lady with a lot of (straight, white, cisgendered, able-bodied, middle-class, educated) advantages myself, I often worry about what I can do to make life better for players who don't share my lucky breaks. Many good suggestions were made as a response to this: vote for politicians who want change for good; donate to groups that help (such as QUILTBAG support groups and the like); spread awareness of the issues (awareness itself, a very good thing to raise!). My favorite response along these lines was a comment by Mary Anne Mohanraj, upon whose brain I have a massive crush. I thought about one thing I do, and one argument against it from people much like me that's been bugging me lately for years. So, hi, my name is Karen and I'm a novelist. I write young adult fantasy and science fiction, and I deliberately include people of various ethnicities, sexualities, cultural backgrounds, wealth levels, religious beliefs and ability levels in my work. I deliberately address things I think are wrong with the world in my fiction. My shorthand for this is "writing diversity". Writing diversity was a choice I made, because it would have been hella easier not to, and if I weren't friends with certain people or didn't read certain blogs or didn't watch certain media products or a number of other things, I probably would have done just that. I've read the work I wrote as a teenager. It is a White European Fantasyland spectacular! And it probably goes without saying that in attempting to write diversity, I have occasionally made spectacularly bad choices that have really hurt and offended some readers. Occasionally, other similarly privileged writers or would-be writers who don't write diversity, encountering the notion that they could attempt to, like, try, will get upset. "But it doesn't matter what I do!" they argue. "If I write diversity wrong, or write it in a way that you people don't like, you will yell at me! And if I don't write diversity, you will yell at me! I'm damned if I do, damned if I don't!" This argument, to me, smacks of a lack of understanding about the intention behind the action. Let me be clear, why you write diversity has little impact on how what you write affects your readers. They're not able to see inside your secret soul. You can presumably be a festering bigot and still write diversity really well and inspire people to improve the world. Or you can be a really great person who has fucked up and written something horrible and hurt people badly. The wider effects of your work don't depend upon your intentions. But your intentions may alter your expectations, and I think that's where the "damned if I do, damned if I don't!" argument misses a crucial point. So I want to talk about intent for a second. Speaking of my own intentions, I'm not attempting representation of characters who help display the actual diversity of the world so that people will be nice to me. I'm not including discussions of -isms because I expect my readers to respond, "Oh, she has successfully ticked off the -ism list and is therefore shielded from all criticism upon those grounds!" Because one, lolno, and two, that isn't the point. If you're writing diversity because your intent is to be awarded cookies or brownie points or whatever the hell people imagine they'll be collecting, ur doin it rong. If you're writing diversity because your intent is to do what you think is the right thing, but you also expect you'll get to munch on delicious praise cookies and never ever have to deal with people pointing out that you've made some offensive mistakes along the way, ur ALSO doin it rong. The intent behind my writing diversity isn't that I want credit for trying to be a good person. It's that I am trying to be a good person. Wait, okay, time for some SEMANTICAL DISCUSSION! I know, are you on the edge of your seat? For extra fun, I am going to use a metaphor employing poop, because that is how I roll. I think that "be a good person" is a deceptive phrase. To me "goodness" is not about being, but doing. Goodness is not a destination, where once I get there I can sit down, cross my legs and say, "Hey, I'm good forever. I WILL NEVER LEAVE GOODNESS TOWN." Goodness is a journey, where sometimes I travel happy and have a great time - and then sometimes I walk right into a pile of cowshit. Goodness is a continual process of action where I strive, and often fail, to do the most ethical thing or things in a given situation as often as possible. I don't think I can achieve a state of goodness and then stop. I believe that it is my obligation as a human being who wants to make life better for other human beings to do good. Oh, and what is "doing good" in my perspective? A big part of it doing my best to fight inequalities of power and to increase the general lot of humanity - politically, socially, medically, environmentally, and any other -lys that come to mind. I want to do good things, and I assume you (you-as-writer) do too. (If you don't, then I don't really care about anything you have to say on this topic. Citing "damned if I do, damned if I don't" as a reason not to write diversity is particularly unlikely to elicit my sympathy, because it implies that you would do it, if only you were rewarded appropriately. Ignoring the stunning power imbalances and incredible diversity of our world is not a good thing - in fact it contributes to endorsing those power imbalances and dismissing that diversity in favor of an entirely fictional and harmful construction of "reality". I am not going to waste my time listening to people who want me to excuse their contributing to the badness of the world, especially when I have most likely heard and decided against every argument they would make multiple times before. Oh, and this is the point where I note that comments on this post will be screened.) Anyway, you, writer you, have decided that instead of ignoring the badness, you are going to include diversity in your writing. Yay for you! And yes, when you get it wrong for some readers - spectacularly, harmfully wrong - they may point that out to you and you may feel bad. You may feel that you have been kicked out of Goodness Town! But you were never actually there, because Goodness Town doesn't exist. Instead, what has happened is that while traveling along Goodness Road, you have encountered some cowshit. Some people are now avoiding you because you smell atrocious and are making their lives more unpleasant. Some people have been avoiding you all along, because past experience has taught them that people who carry your brand of backpack are way more likely to stink of cowshit. And eventually someone else points out, kindly or otherwise, that, hey, you smell atrocious*! You should probably do something about that stench! And no, it's not fun to realise you are coated in cowshit. As someone who has frequently dived into a big pool of it, I honestly empathise with your sadness and shame. If you want to sit down and cry because you got cowshit all over yourself and made other people suffer your stink, that's okay. Just make sure that you sit at the side of the road, out of smelling distance, so you're not blocking the way for other travelers. And under no circumstances should you insist that others should halt their journey and listen to your Tragic Story About That Time With The Cowshit, It Even Got In Your Hair. They've got better things to do than listen to your sobbing. Cry, and then go and find a hose. It's important that you continue along Goodness Road, even if you are going to be forever more known to some people as "That Cowshit Traveller". Because you're not traveling Goodness Road so that you can avoid people pointing out the times you step in cowshit. You're traveling Goodness Road because you want to do good. tl;dr, without poop metaphor: It is important to me to write diversity because that is the good thing to do, not because I am trying to collect praise or ward off criticism. Sometimes I screw it up and people point that out. When this happens, I generally have an anxiety attack, which sucks. After I recover, I work harder at getting it right. Because I may be damned by others if I do. But I'll damn myself if I don't. * Some people have no sense of smell, and will tell you that you don't stink at all. It is generally a better idea to take the advice of the people who are waving their hands in front of their noses. My thanks to Willow, Jen, and Betty for pre-reading this sucker. Jen, I promise I am done with that paragraph now. No! Wait! Now. |
| Tuesday, May 15th, 2012 |
penknife
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penknife
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10:45p |
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greensilver
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7:23p |
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matociquala
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4:54p |
our prayers are always answered. that miracles can happen.
I just had one of those labor-saving strokes of genius that I need to share with the world. Which is to say, the easiest method ever in the history of popovers. Here is my basic popover recipe: 2 tablespoons solid fat (butter or animal fat (duck fat, mmm) or solid shortening) 3 large eggs, at room temperature 1 cup (250 ml) whole milk, at room temperature 1 teaspoon salt 1 1/2 teaspoons sugar 1 cup (140 g) all purpose or white whole wheat flour 1 tablespoon vital wheat gluten This tactic assumes you own a wand blender and a wide-mouthed quart Mason jar and a microwave. If not, just make the popovers the way you normally would--or if you are missing the wand blender but have a normal blender, you can melt the butter in a different container and use the normal blender. About an hour or two before dinner, take your Mason jar. Put the butter/whatever in it. Put it in the microwave and melt it. (If you are making Yorkshire pud and are waiting for the roast to be finished before you add the fat, skip this step for now, and stir the fat in before you bake the popovers.) Add the milk, eggs, salt, and sugar to the butter in the Mason jar (or blender)(or just put them in the blender if you are adding the fat later). Do not put the eggs directly into the hot butter before diluting it with the milk. Otherwise you will have scrambled eggs, which are nice, but not popovers. Whiz them all up with the wand blender. Add the flour and the wheat gluten. Whiz that too, until you have a nice smooth batter. Let the batter sit on the counter until dinner is nearly ready. If you are roasting something at 400 degrees, you're good; otherwise preheat your oven to 400 (F). (200 C) Liberally grease 9 cups of a 12-cup muffin tin, or if you are making Yorkshire pud, drizzle a little of the fat from the roast into the bottom of the cups. If you have one of the giant-sized six muffin muffin tins, then you will have bigger popovers and they need to bake a little longer. Using silicon cups for this results in popovers without stumps or a lot of loft, as they just levitate themselves out of the super-slick cups entirely. They still taste good! If you are using fat from the roast you're making, add it now and stir it in. Divide the popover batter between the nine greased cups. You can just pour it from the blender or the Mason Jar. Stick in oven. Do not peek! If you open the door before they are set, they won't rise properly. Bake for 35 minutes or until deep mahogany brown. Pull pan from oven. Tilt popovers in cups, or remove them to a rack or basket. Pierce each one with a bamboo skewer. (careful of the steam!) The purpose of these two procedures is to (a) prevent them from getting soggy and (b) prevent them from collapsing. Eat. However you meant to eat them. Do not plan on leftovers. Wash your one. dirty. dish. Oh, and the wand blender, sure. And the muffin tin. But that was inevitable.
ETA: Nota Bene
For even more loft in your popovers, preheat the muffin tin with the grease in it in the 400-degree oven for a few minutes before pouring the batter in. This is a bit tricky, though, and can be skipped. Current Mood:  i'm a fucking genius |
ashkitty
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1:09p |
Posting is procrastination.
God, you guys, I'm tired.April was pretty much nonstop, and just when I thought May was going to be a little more chill, it turned out that it wasn't. I've been working all morning from bed, because getting up and dressed and going into the department just seems like too much effort. I've bought a new camera (IT WILL BE HERE TOMORROW YAY!)--I really do like my little Nikon point-and-shoot I've had for ages, but I've honestly gone about as far as I can go with a compact and need a proper DSLR. And then Argos had a really good deal on a tiny little Panasonic DSLR; it's still sort of the economy model of interchangeable lens cameras, but still a jump up from P&S and I'm super excited! Also fairly random, I downloaded active.com's Couch to 5K app for my iPod and would recommend it if you're doing that particular program. I did it last summer, but then winter came and so I started it over again in the spring--because of my knee, I need to do really gradual intervals to build up the muscles there, but I think if one just wants to get in shape it is probably good for that too! I like being able to have it tell me when to run and walk and keep track of the time while playing my own music. I didn't write anything for the KiSCon zine, which bums me out a bit! I wanted to, but I was doing so much work, I just didn't have any brainpower left for fic or even RP tags or anything. I haven't even had energy to post more links to Britain's Got Talent, which was hilarious and awesome all the way to the end. The other thing I've been watching is Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries, which is just awesome, guys. It's a traditional style period mystery show and it's hilarious and lots of fun. I am behind on Game of Thrones by about 3 episodes, because I'm meant to be watching them with friends and we just haven't had any time to get together for them. I may give in to temptation soon and watch anyway. Looking forward to things coming up! Friend's hen party is in a couple of weeks, where we're all getting dressed up and going to the races. KiSCon of course is at the end of June, following which several of us will be hanging in London for a few days...friend coming over for the Olympics in August (you know, while everyone else is trying to get OUT of London)...Right now, this minute, I want to go to France, but I both can't afford it and suspect that some of this is the urge to be able to just sit in the sun drinking wine, which I might be able to manage okay here. ;) Okay. Going to get dressed and do stuff. Really. It might kill me. Current Mood:  exhausted |
ficangel
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karenhealey
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| Monday, May 14th, 2012 |
kimberlyfdr
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greensilver
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