Post Punk Kitchen Forum

i sometimes* drink day-old coffee not heated up after i've left it out on the counter overnight.




*in this context, "sometimes" is at least twice a week. you think i'm gross now, but in the bio-warfare apocalypse times, i will be strong like bull.

I fart a lot.

Me too... like, at least every other day! Even when I was single. I am but a monkey shaved, a hairy hooman unshaved.

Okay, now I'm adding drinking old coffee and preferring FYH over Daiya to my list of confessions.

I've... never even HAD daiya! *gasps*

FYH is preeeety good. And tofutti slices.

I confess that I've eaten 8 or 9 of those little Annie's bags of bunny fruit snacks today. I haven't had fruit snacks in forever, had a craving for them and randomly remembered the Annie's ones are vegan.

I confess that I add more fat to nearly all recipes I make from Appetite for Reduction.

Ha, me too! I never measure the amount of oil. Also, I just can't possibly bring myself to fry onions in that tiny little amount of oil given. Oh well, I cook out of AFR because the recipes are awesome, not to lose weight.

It's getting really really cold out, so I've decided I'm not going to leave the house today or tomorrow. Today is my day off, tomorrow I work from home. I could use a few groceries but I've got plenty of pantry and freezer items to improvise with. I should go work out, but I'm just going to do lots of yoga and maybe some dancing in my living room. I wanted to spend the day with my awesome aunt, but we can find another day to hang out. I'm going hermit until it warms up!

When I was trying to lose weight, I measured the oil in AFR recipes and testing for it definitely taught me that I can reduce the oil in many other recipes without ruining anything. However, now that I'm no longer trying to lose weight, I do add more oil. Not to "improve" the flavor because AFR recipes are awesome, but because it's usually easier to cook with a little more.

I never measure oil. It always makes me happy because there was a time when I was terrified of fats, but now I don't care at all. I remember the first time I made the masala Brussels sprouts from V'Con and losing my shiitake over the 7 T or whatever it is of oil, but now I glug glug glug with glee and with no afterthought unless I'm serving someone who IS watching their oil intake.

I love Appetite for Reduction because it's helpful for people trying to lose weight, but it's also friendly for those who aren't, because you can make it a bit richer in many obvious ways. For example, the chickpea piccata is wonderful with a bit more wine, a bit more oil, and served over EB-heavy mashed potatoes. Though it's delicious as written, too.

Confession: I pick my nose, and I take great satisfaction in doing so. I don't do it in public and I dispose of boogers responsibly, but I still don't understand why it is considered any grosser than doing stuff like pooping and wiping, provided you wash your hands and don't do it on a bus or something. That shizzle has to come out, right?

I regularly take large handfuls of Guittard chocolate chips out of my chocolate chip container in the cupboard and pour the entire handful in my mouth at once. Several times a day.

I'm going to run out of chips kind of fast at this rate.

I can't stop eating chocolate Teddy Grahams... washed down with red wine.

Teddy Graahms are vegan? Good thing it's too cold to run out and buy some. But I now have a new wine and food pairing.

I don't shave because I get ingrown hairs and they HURT. I have scars on my legs from all the times I've shaved and then the hairs grew back all forked up.

I'm not even trying anymore. It's depressing because I love wearing dresses in the summer (I still wear them in winter with thick tights), but it's just not worth it.

Forkin love picking my nose when it's a nice, big, easy to grab, hard one.

I hadn't shaved any part of my body for so long that I had forgotten, but when I stared to need to shave my face I remembered one of the many reasons I hate shaving my legs, ingrown hairs! So I stared using clippers only for shaving, no razors. Then when I got my tattoo on my arm I re-remembered! Again with the ingrown hairs, even on the arm! So odd.

I don't measure my oil either, I estimate. I watch my oil but if I'm sauteeing, I'm not measuring out 1 tbsp or 2 tbsp of oil, I just pour what looks right.

I confess that I should be getting ready for work right now but then internets happened.

I don't measure. I don't like washing my measuring spoons so I rarely measure anything if I can help it.

I forking love excavating big ol' tenacious crusty bogies. Also, letting my toenails grow loads so I can pick them off in ginormous chunks. I am sexy.

I ruined a new cardigan because I am an idiot that loads up her washing machine in the dark!

I am a 30 year old woman and I fell asleep clutching my childhood teddy bear last night because I was lonely.

I'm 30 too and I sleep with (one of) my childhood plushes every single night.

That makes me feel better, thank you.