I grabbed this Hipstatmatic shot today at Target.
I call it: “Man Eating Pound Cake.”
That’s because there’s a man eating pound cake. It just makes sense.
You can click on the image to enlarge.
I’ve posted this before, but it’s an awesome meal. It’s scallops with a mashed up butternut squash in a butter sauce with shallots, sage and lemon.
The butternut squash has a touch of cayenne pepper in them. I haven’t made this since Christmas with my family in North Carolina. I want to point out that the cayenne pepper we used in NC isn’t nearly good as the bulk cayenne pepper we bought at Whole Foods. The cayenne we used in NC was made from crushed red pepper flakes, it seemed.
The rich color of the powder we bought and the flavor is worth the extra trip to a grocer who sells it bulk. It’s also a little more reasonable, because you only buy what you need.
Recipe below. Bon appétit.
Here’s the recipe. Serves 4. It’s from America’s Test Kitchen. So, so good.
1. Place squash in microwave and cook for 8 to 12 minutes. Turn once. Throw in a food processor with 1 tablespoon butter, half and half, salt and cayenne pepper. Make smooth.
2. Pat scallops and throw in a large skillet on medium high heat. 1.5 to 2 minutes per side.
3. Heat remaining butter, swirl constantly 1 min, add shallot, sage and sage leaves and go another minute. Off heat, add lemon juice, salt and pepper and pour over scallops and butternut squash.
This is a great old clip from “Even Stevphen – Islam vs Christianity.”
There’s so much truth in hilarity.
The above is a comment that got spammed into Le Café’s spam bin. It’s from a web site for wind farms.
Another one from an exercise DVD company says:
“It was some sort of contentment coming across your site yesterday. I came up here now hoping to uncover new things. I was not upset. Your ideas for new strategies on this subject were informative and a wonderful help to us. Thank you for creating time to write out these things and for sharing your mind.”
The exercise DVD company was moved by my post titled, “Pat Robertson raises dead babies from the grave … on TV.”
It must have seemed like a good idea at the time. 🙂
Okay, so maybe it’s more like Zoeday, but whatever.
For a clever look at cat anatomy, check this out.
All you shutter bugs and even non shutter bugs will enjoy this video. The poor schmo in the video discovers camera functions he didn’t realize he had.
George W. adds his atheistic voice to the Rob Bell controversy and I’m reblogging it here for you to go read.
I love how George points out that the condemnation and criticism come from people who haven’t read the book.
And those who have read advanced copies do not throw Bell into a fiery furnace.
Go read George’s take already. Jeesh!
via Misplaced Grace
Check out this cool photo series from photographer James Mollison. It’s a photo series showing a portrait of an international child coupled with a photo of their bedroom or place that they sleep. It’s amazing.
My childhood bedroom was nothing compared to some of these spaces, but it was interesting. It makes me want to dig through photos but I don’t think a good photo exists of my childhood bedroom. My mom made drapes that covered the windows as thick as hotel curtains. There was a design on them, but I can’t remember what it was. Seems like it was some sort of sunset scene.
My mom sewed when we were young. There were several stitched pieces of art on the walls. One over my bed read, “Jeremy” and each letter had a special, boyhood design. There was another hand-stitched thing hanging up that gave my birth specs (weight, length, time of birth).
My furniture featured old colonial sailboats and a rope motif. There was a lamp near my bed that looked like a lantern. If you turned the switch twice, a lightbulb that flickered like a flame would illuminate in the base of the lamp. I loved having it on to go to sleep.
There was a wooden bear hanging from the ceiling by two strings that went through its hands. It was a clever toy that scooted up to the ceiling by alternately pulling to strings.
Contrasted with this series of photos from James Mollison, I didn’t realize just how great I had it.