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[livejournal.com profile] kisken, the Boy and I went on an expedition this morning. We started at the downtown aquarium. It's changed a little since its days as a public attraction. Since its purchase by the seafood restaurant chain (how's that for irony), it's been tarted up a little, though the main attractions remain the same.

The old aquarium had two "wings." There was a Pacific river system and a Sumatran river system. The new owners have re-worked the entrance area to create a single path of travel that covers both wings. You start with the Pacific river system, follow it through to its outflow into the Sea of Cortez, and are immediately redirected into the Sumatran river system. It's probably more efficient (on the macro scale), but I was hoping to catch the octopus feeding this morning. Under the old management, we'd just have to ride up the escalator and then walk directly to the octopus (it was in the main atrium). Under the new management, you've got to go through the entire aquarium before you can get to the octopus. We missed the feeding, but it was no big deal. We did the exhibits in reverse order and had a lot of fun. The Boy had a great time looking at all the fish. He really loved the tigers too!

For those not familiar with our aquarium, the Sumatran river system section has a massive enclosure in which dwell four Sumatran tigers. The enclosure includes a faux rocky cliffside and a large lake area. Fish (and occasionally tigers) swim around in the lake at just below eye level. We arrived back at the tigers a few minutes before feeding time. The tigers clearly had wristwatches, as they were prowling around near the door to their enclosure. As a result, they were wandering by about three inches from the Boy. He's smart enough to be a little scared by seeing tiger mouths inches from his nose. He's also mostly sure that the plexiglass (or Lexan) walls of the enclosure will keep him safe.

We also had the mandatory lengthy visit with the Nemo and Dory fish. There's a tank in the aquarium that is loaded with anemonies, clownfish and regal tangs.

After we finished at the aquarium, we headed over to Wen Chocolates. Chef Will was in, so we had a nice chat with him. We first discovered this delightful chocolatier and his amazing truffles at a wine and chocolate tasting at Morton's Steakhouse. Chef Will is a classically trained chef, strongly influenced by his studies in Eastern Europe. He's dedicated his culinary skills to making chocolates and other sweets, but he only works part time. The other half of the week, Chef Will is a farrier. His truffles are all about blending complex and unexpected flavors to create uniquely harmonious tastes. I tried his Bananas Foster truffle today. I will have it again. [livejournal.com profile] kisken bought some chocolate covered espresso beans, and we got some milk chocolate bunnies and some gummi grapefruit for the Boy. He's just discovered chocolate recently, and we weren't sure if he'd like it today. Likewise, we weren't sure he'd like the grapefruit candies either. Fortunately, he really enjoyed both.

We rounded out the outing with a visit to a self-styled "English Tearoom." It was either that or the Italian joint for lunch, and since the Boy is allergic to tomatoes, wheat, and eggs, we figured our odds of finding food for him were slightly higher at the tea room. [livejournal.com profile] kisken and I split a Scottish-style smoked salmon, cream cheese, and cucumber sandwich and a chicken curry salad sandwich. While the salmon sandwich was merely excellent, the chicken curry salad sandwich was transcendent. I suspect that they buy their curry blend from the Savory Spice Shop (which is just next door). If so, I will be bribing the proprietrix for the tea room's curry blend. I love chicken curry salad. For dessert, I had a blueberry scone with strawberry jam, lemon curd, and devonshire cream, [livejournal.com profile] kisken had a plain scone with the same accoutrements.

After that, it was home for a nap.

It was a great morning.

--G
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1. Fish
2. Tiger
3. Chocolate
4. Banana
5. Curry Chicken Salad
6. Scones with Jam, Lemoncurd, and Devonshire Cream
7. Devonshire Cream (so good it makes the list twice)

--G

Chocolates

Jan. 26th, 2008 09:03 pm
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[livejournal.com profile] derbiser and I went out for a chocolate tasting last night. It was awesome. Chef Poole of Wen Chocolates is a bona fide genius in my book. Many of his creations involve finding a balance between three flavors and then capturing that in chocolate. It was really tasty. If you're in Denver proper, I'd highly recommend stopping by his shop at 1541 Platte St.

My favorite was the Oshun Truffle. It found a transcendent balance between honey, cinnamon, and orange which melded perfectly with the milk chocolate he paired with it.

I'm really looking forward to trying his line of Spicy Chocolates. [livejournal.com profile] derbiser was bummed because we didn't get to try the dark chocolate with lavendar sea salt. However, I'm confident it will be superb.

--G
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I have had a massive hankering for linguine with clams sauce for weeks.

Tonight, I fed the urge, using my father's recipe for clam spaghetti (happily, today is his birthday, so I got to call him and tell him I'd replicated his recipe). This is a great recipe. It isn't like a traditional linguine vongole--it's neither cream based nor tomato based. It is tasty based.

Also, recipe might be a strong word for this.

Here's what we used:

1 lb frozen clams (with juice--the actual amount of clams was probably closer to 12oz).
Some frozen basil (grew it ourselves)--I'd say about 15 good sized leaves.
1 orange bell pepper
1 green bell pepper
1/2 stick butter (salted)
some olive oil (2 tbsp?)
3 cloves garlic
1 shallot
1 large lemon
salt
grated parmesan cheese
1 small (single serving) bottle of chardonnay

10 oz fresh linguine.

Melt the butter in a large skillet. Add olive oil. Add salt. Cook the garlic and shallots over medium heat for about 5 minutes. Add clams (and about 6 ounces clam nectar). Heat over medium for a bit (maybe 5 more minutes?). Add basil (slice the leaves into thin strips first), wine, and lemon juice. Cook until clams are just right (tender but not rubbery).

Serve over linguine and under parmesan cheese. Eat until full. Leftovers (as if) can be reheated in the microwave.

Maybe next time, I'll actually pay attention to the details. Probably not. I cook like my father--largely by instinct. My recipes are never the same twice. Still, they're usually good.

--G
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Every night when L goes to bed, turn out the lights and then we say prayers and recite "Goodnight Moon." Sometimes, we'll have a story before that, but these two things are immutable parts of the experience. About two months ago, L spontaneously started giving me a kiss after we finished "Goodnight Moon." That's pretty cool.

This quarter, for the first time in a while, [livejournal.com profile] derbiser has a weeknight class. For the past few quarters, she's had weekend day classes. That means that on Thursdays, L doesn't get to have his momma at bed time. Last Thursday night ([livejournal.com profile] derbiser's first of the quarter), L fought going to sleep. He cried and cried for about 10-15 minutes. Yesterday, as part of the ongoing process of helping L get used to going to sleep on his own, [livejournal.com profile] derbiser left before we turned out the lights. L did much better, only crying for about 10 minutes.

Tonight, [livejournal.com profile] derbiser is in school again, so L and I had to do bed time by ourselves. Again. We read our new book "How Does a Dinosaur Say Goodnight," and L got up to go find his momma. I had to tell him that she was in school. He started crying. We turned out the lights and talked for a minute about how momma had to be in school and couldn't be there for bedtime, but that she would be there in the morning. Then I started in on prayers and "Goodnight Moon." He stopped crying before we were done with prayers, and had calmed down and snuggled in by the end of moon.

I love my boy, and I'm glad he's at a point where he trusts me to help him get to sleep.

--G
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That's all.

--G
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It's been our custom to open our home to all our friends who need to escape from their families later in the day on the 25th.

We're doing it again this year. As always, it's real low key. Stop by if you'd like to come! You might want to call first (just to make sure we're home).

Love you all,

--G & D

Memories

Nov. 5th, 2007 12:19 pm
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Remember, remember the Fifth of November/
The gunpowder, treason, and plot/
I know no reason why gunpowder treason/
Should ever be forgot.

--G
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A week ago, I was told that I was one of the greatest fans in the world.

Apparently, that and three bucks will get me a cup of coffee.

Today at noon, like 90% of the other folks in Colorado, I tried to get tickets for the World Series.

Unlike most of those folks, I actually got in. Twice today, I had four tickets lined up for Game Four of the World Series. Twice, I had awesome seats. The first time, they were Section 116, Row 8, 15-16, Row 9, 15-16. The second time, they were in Section 113.

Twice, the Rockies website decided that I should not be allowed to pay for those tickets. The first time, I had to set up an account so I could pay. By the time I had hurriedly put in my information, I was told I had 3 minutes before my cart would be released. I clicked on the "pay" link only to be disconnected from the site.

The second time, it went even quicker. I clicked on confirm to indicate that the tickets were acceptable and was informed that my reservation had expired.

Twice, through no fault of my own, I had tickets jerked away from me by the Rockies organization.

Boy, I'm glad they fixed their technical problems.

No wait, I'm just disgusted.

--G
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Your home is a

Philanthropic Gamer's Mansion

Your kitchen is stocked with chips, dips, and assorted caffeinated beverages. There's a pantry with emergency backup caffeinated beverages. You also have some breakfast cereals in there, but you haven't had breakfast since last Spring. Your master bedroom has blankets printed with images of Mario and Link. Your study includes unread copies of various gamer magazines, each purchased for the free demo CDs. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.

Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Your guests enjoy your collection of every console and associated game ever made. Except the Intellivision -- those controllers drive them NUTS. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:


Find YOUR Dream House!
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The prolific author of the Wheel of Time series died yesterday.

That sound you hear is the agonized scream of millions of geeks who have been following the series for the past seventeen years. Apparently, the twelfth and final (really, he meant it this time) was due out in 2009. It's my understanding that Mr. Jordan has left extensive notes. Hopefully, we'll get to find out how his epic ends.

--G
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iPhoto was cool.

This is cooler.

This video showcases two very cool photo technologies. The first is a program that make iPhoto look like a box of pictures under the bed. Yes, it really is that much cooler.

The second is lightyears beyond that. It takes tons of photos of the same subject and interconnects them. It's kind of hard to explain, but its worth looking at.

http://www.ted.com/talks/view/id/129

Hope you enjoy.

By the way, I've got a review of Spider Man 3 coming up in the next few days.

--G
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What was the one item that made being a new parent most bearable?

I ask because the secretary at my office is having a baby, and the shower is next week. I'd like to get her something that will make being a single parent a bit easier.

--G
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Overheard at the office:

Why do they call it pregnancy?

Prepare to be offended . . . )

--G
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I had an interesting conversation with some random folks last weekend, and one of them mentioned something that has been bugging me ever since.

He said "99% of people who file lawsuits are just trying to make a quick buck."

Needless to say, given my profession, I take umbrage at the suggestion. But there's not a whole lot I can do to change people's perceptions of the legal system (certainly not during the course of dim sum).

So here's my question: What should you do if you get hurt? I'm not talking about a paper cut here either. What should you do if you're in a car accident (f'rex) and you get injured? Let's assume, at least to start, that it's not a major injury. No paralysis, no traumatic brain injury. Let's assume that you're rear-ended and you break your knee. You'll heal, you'll walk, but you'll never be quite the same again. How should this kind of situation be handled?

By should, I mean two things: what would you do if it happened tomorrow, and how should such situations be dealt with?

Educate me.

--G
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Stephanie Miller is a radio show host...
Q: Bush's numbers are real low right now. What do you make of the people who are still with him at this late date?

Miller: That is the question: Who are these people? What do they think he's done a good job at? I'm trying to be fair, but what is he good at? You look at Iraq, you look at Katrina. His appointments, Michael Brown. I don't know where to start. I have Bush Administration Attention Outrage Deficit Disorder.
My personal favorite poll number is the President's 2 percent approval rating among blacks. Which is within the margin of error. Which leads to all sorts of mind-boggling possibilities, scientifically: Is it possible that more black people hate the President than are actually alive today? Do you think black ghosts are coming back to hate him? Do you think they can read black sonograms at this point? Are doctors saying, "We don't know if this is a boy or a girl, but we know this baby hates George W. Bush?"
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