Archive for March, 2006

3/27/2006

  • after going through a tile and glass bit, a regular bit, and a masonry bit, i finally gave up trying to mount our knife strip with screws. thanks to scotch exterior mounting tape, our knives are now happily hanging on the wall. it looks a bit dangerous, but it’s a hell of a lot better than keeping them in a knife block or in a drawer.
  • we tried this orange glo stuff on the floor of our back bedroom which is in serious need of refinishing, but it failed miserably. oh well, it was worth a shot.
  • i finally got around to trying my caputo pizza flour, and it was worth every penny. this stuff is unlike anything i’ve ever worked with, all silky and puffy and smooth and stretchy and pillowy. i fired up the pizza stone, tossed a couple pies in, and watched them immediately puff up and get all nice and golden and charred. they came out a little thicker than i wanted, but otherwise, it was pretty kickass. crispy and slightly charred on the outside, and soft and chewy on the inside. if i had known if would puff up like it did, i would have made them thinner, but there is always a next time. i started plotting where I can store a 50 pound bag of this flour, but i think that’s a bad idea. i could store it in the living room, right?
  • the roof of my mouth isn completely burnt from eating it too soon. two days later, it still hurts. oops.
  • my second, and yes, third attempt at making homemade mozzarella were again complete failures. what the hell am i doing wrong? am i using the wrong milk? not enough rennet? not cooking it long enough? too long? it hasn’t even been close yet. what’s my problem?
  • we had dinner at dok bua with kirstin after about a year and a half without seeing her. and we finally saw a picture of her man, who we’ve yet to meet, and believed that he didn’t actually exist.
  • i got a haircut. and it’s short. i woke up yesterday morning feeling like something was missing. even jon’s hair is longer than mine right now. don’t worry. i get it cut every three months, so it has plenty of time to grow out.
  • we watched the full 2-hour pilot of knight rider on saturday. i completely forgot the entire premise of the show, how michael knight was actually a former undercover cop who had been shot in the face, left for dead, and then given plastic surgery and a new identity and given the mission to fight crime and injustice for a dying millionaire with a dream. i also found out that KITT, the name of the car, stands for “Knight Industries Two Thousand”. It was predictably cheesy and a bit ridiculous in the early-80’s way, but I couldn’t stop watching it.

knife strip

knife strip