Also, my light painting project got on the front page. Go check it out!
Maddison achieved graduation approval extraordinaire!
(except now I don't know when I graduate because of masters degree requirements that I haven't met and would need to do since I'm trying to get into their graduate program)
Spritz cookies in the shape of pumpkins!
First Thanksgiving away from home, but my friends Christine and Jon had a Thanksgiving dinner with a bunch of people who weren't able to go home or live here and didn't have a Thanksgiving dinner in town to go to. While eating, we watched part of Madagascar 2, part of Elf, and all of The History of the World Part 1. And then we yelled at commercials for being silly.
I made the aforementioned spritz cookies (which turned out very spicy and warm and quite different from what my mom makes) as well as cranberry sauce again. Except the cranberries didn't pop like last time and it's much more liquidy. It was kind of weird. But it tasted good and everyone really liked it, so no complaints here. I came out of last night with half a ham. So much ham. Delicious ham.
I am hamstuck.
So, I'm sort of basing this off of the recipe on the back of the cranberry package, and then another I found online. The final product was supposed to be made of:
-1 cup water
-12oz bag cranberries
-1 cup sugar
After reading comments from people who had made the online recipe, it became:
-1/2 cup water
-1/2 cup orange juice
-3/4ish cup of sugar
-12oz bag cranberries
-1 cup blueberries
-An unknown amount (possibly half a teaspoon?) of cinnamon
Boil liquid and sugar together, then add cranberries, continuing to boil and stir them until they burst. Reduce heat to simmer and stir in cinnamon and blueberries. Remove from stove, let cool until room temperature and chill it in fridge.
It is so delicious. It is kind of tart but still sweet, and it is this super pretty mix of reds and blues that smells super cinnamony.
The recipe line of "boil until cranberries burst" needs to be rewritten to "boil until the cranberries start exploding juice at you and you start to question whether it's really worth getting flying boiling liquid on your hands to make this food."
Anyways, does anyone have some favourite Thanksgiving/holiday foods they like to make or like to eat?
2008: Sarah Palin!
2009: Newspaper dress!
This dress successfully won me a mountain bike in a costume contest. It helped that I uttered the phrase "finally there's something good in the newspaper" to the judges.
2010: Nike, Goddess of Victory! Plus Steve Prefontaine, Coach Radcliff, and Kenjon Barner doing...something that leaves me perplexed. (it makes sense because it's the Nike company, and University of Oregon, trust me on this)
2011: Greyscale Audrey Hepburn!
So much grey face paint. I am having problems getting it all off.
Alternatively, Troll Audrey Hepburn:
Necessary because Pat texted me yesterday with "Random silly thought. If you can't get a tiara made, you could be troll Audrey Hepburn", which was funny as I had thought the exact same thing the day prior.
I don't know if I can go with a spot on Audrey Hepburn either. It just figures that I have a tiara at home, but the whole cigarette tube/pearls/Hepburn-esque glasses(?)/black heels/get a wig and style it to make it big and poofy along with the lack of tiara is kind of putting a damper on this.
(dear WalMart and Dollar Tree, please have opera gloves tomorrow and everything else I need, thanks bye)
Going to bed because "I showed up late to class because I was too busy flipping out over a webcomic update" is not an acceptable excuse to my professor.
I'm sitting at the bus stop outside of WalMart, when this guy rolls up on a beat up black mountain bike and says, "Hey, you waiting for the bus?" I said yes, because I am. He replies with, "Cool, I'm waiting for my own ride. It's the train. I'm heading to LA."
On his bike's handlebars, he had a bunch of his possessions balanced between them in a sack. His clothes were ruffed and he looked like he hadn't showered in a while. He was overtanned, as if he'd been biking for months. A tooth was missing and had been replaced with a silver one. Based on his slight stumbling, he also appeared to be a bit tipsy. This man was clearly homeless, which put me on the slight defense.
Oregon alone has one of the highest numbers of the homeless in the nation. Being from Portland, I've grown up seeing homeless people wandering the streets with their belongings piled into shopping carts, standing on the freeway offramps with signs asking for money or food, or sitting downtown with a sign that says "I have to be honest, all I want is a beer". It's a kind of sad reality of life. The town my college is in has trains running through it all day, so it becomes a sort of pit stop for vagabonds to stop in, get some food and rest, and then head on their way.
This particular man was....something else. Usually, in my (thankfully positive) experiences with the homeless, they ask for any spare change or food you may have, accept your (often likely) rejection, and go on their way to ask the next person (though, Pat and I had a great experience with one homeless man who we shared the overflow of fries with we had gotten from a food vendor. He politely asked us for ketchup several times, thanked us for the food, and left). This one, however, did not seem to want food or money, he just wanted to talk. He said that he'd started out in Florida and had been going from place and was heading down to LA to see his two year old granddaughter for the first time. He asked me if I'd ever been to LA, and I told him I had been a few times and that it had been very nice. The train he'd be taking was going through San Fransisco, so he asked me if I recommended stopping and checking out the area there. I said that I'd also been there a few times, and it had been very nice.
Then he asked me my name.
"Maddison", I said.
"Maddison? That's nice" he said. "My name is Paul, but you can call me..."
He then pulled up his sweatshirt to show me the tattoo arching across his stomach.
This wasn't just a d.y.i. tattoo someone would do in their bathroom with a bottle of ink and a sewing needle. This was a legitimate, went to a tattoo parlor, got a nice font for the letters, and slapped a considerable amount of money down tattoo. Paul, who I shall refer to as Railroad as he requested, asked where I was from. I said Portland, and he became very interested, as his train would be going through Portland as well! Would it be a good place to stop and check out? I said that I highly recommended stopping there, as it was an extremely interesting place.
At that point, Paul said goodbye and was about to depart to bike over to catch his train, when he noticed the large truck parked on the street. A man was selling apples from it. Railroad turned around to ask me if it was the taco truck he'd heard about in La Grande. I said it wasn't and that I thought it was located on the other side of town. Railroad suddenly asked "have you ever eaten sesos?" I said that I hadn't and that I didn't know what that was.
"Well, sesos is cow brain! I eat cow brain tacos all the time. They're so good and they really fill you up. I can eat one and I'll be set for the entire day. Not like those tacos they have at Taco Bell where you'll eat five of them and still be hungry."
Just around this time, the bus pulled up. I said goodbye to Railroad, and we went our separate ways.
And that was my afternoon shopping adventure. Have a safe trip getting to LA, Railroad.
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