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Korma fried rice
Mar. 13th, 2008 08:07 pmI think I might have just invented korma fried rice by accident. If you're interested, this is done by attempting to reheat a previously successful chicken korma (the real kind, no tomatoes) by throwing the whole thing, rice and all, into a frying pan, and getting the amount of liquid wrong so that a vague yellow mass comes out ten minutes later. It tastes reasonable, though while it's far from my worst invented meal, I'll probably just order in pizza tomorrow.
The IRS sent us an important-looking letter with all kinds of red boxes on the front today, and I was afraid that it was going to be about fining us one squillion dollars for missing out one field of our tax return form. But after tearing off no less than three perforated strips that secured its contents, it turned out to be a standard letter about how much money we would be getting in the Economic Stimulus Act. (This is a plan that the government thought up a while ago that involves paying out up to $1,200 of their money per household in the hope that people will immediately spend it and help the economy. Apparently this makes sense in George Bush v2.0's head, though I can't help but feel he could have provided a better boost to the economy by resigning a few months early.
Apart from that and otherworldly invasions, nothing much has happened in the flat while Whitney's been away so far. I have been trying to play the guitar for at least some meaningful amount of time per night, and I've found that it's amazing how with a bit of practice your fingers can suddenly fall into place on barre chords after ages of them seeming totally impossible. I am getting rather sick of Canon in D, though.
I have joined Ultimate Guitar's forums in the hope of learning something new from being around other players, but so far it appears to be full of Kryptonite. However, it does instead spur the feeling that if illiterate marijuana-addled American teenagers can do this, then so can I.
The IRS sent us an important-looking letter with all kinds of red boxes on the front today, and I was afraid that it was going to be about fining us one squillion dollars for missing out one field of our tax return form. But after tearing off no less than three perforated strips that secured its contents, it turned out to be a standard letter about how much money we would be getting in the Economic Stimulus Act. (This is a plan that the government thought up a while ago that involves paying out up to $1,200 of their money per household in the hope that people will immediately spend it and help the economy. Apparently this makes sense in George Bush v2.0's head, though I can't help but feel he could have provided a better boost to the economy by resigning a few months early.
Apart from that and otherworldly invasions, nothing much has happened in the flat while Whitney's been away so far. I have been trying to play the guitar for at least some meaningful amount of time per night, and I've found that it's amazing how with a bit of practice your fingers can suddenly fall into place on barre chords after ages of them seeming totally impossible. I am getting rather sick of Canon in D, though.
I have joined Ultimate Guitar's forums in the hope of learning something new from being around other players, but so far it appears to be full of Kryptonite. However, it does instead spur the feeling that if illiterate marijuana-addled American teenagers can do this, then so can I.
