Remember

I have to remember that my attempts to function in phoenix outside a
particular radius or time range, often end in interminable waits for
cabs that show up long after I've already gone crazy.

(no subject)

So, I saw a cab zoom by, make a U-turn and pull into the parking lot.

Then, another cab -- the cab the IHOP called -- showed up.

So an hour wait followed by two cabs showing up at once, means I go home feeling bad, even if I managed to meet some interesting people. I won't see them again, because I'm not going back. No matter how good the evening goes, transportation problems create a bad end, one way or another.

maybe I should have listened to darquis and taken the cab completely out of the equation and just biked the whole way home...

(no subject)

I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I called the IHOP to make sure that my conduct with the cabs wasn't at all unacceptable. They said I was fine. I find myself not believing them.

I really can't judge my own behavior very well. I never know what's going to get me banned or something.

(no subject)

Made the curried chicken with peaches, feeling a little better. I still have a five-pound chicken in the fridge waiting to be carved, and I haven't figured out how to do that near A-B loop thing sunburn did on the Dino-Cam... so I think I need to study the tape as best I can before I get started.

I've never made or used stock before, but there's going to be a lot of leftover stuff that pretty much would otherwise go to waste. I could just vacuum-seal it all until I figure out how to do all that, or I can go learn to do that tonight, and get that done while the rest of the chicken is soaking in buttermilk.

I'm feeling a little better, regardless.

(no subject)

The chicken is carved. Naturally, it didn't turn out as good as Alton's. All the skin is either detached or hanging loosely. Hope it's all OK. I think I picked the wrong knife, too.

We'll see how it fares tomorrow after its buttermilk bath.

(no subject)

with a little clutter reduction, it looks like my kitchen is plenty big for frying chicken. Tomorrow is the final stage. Eight pieces.

I will say that I'm impressed with how cheap you can get a whole chicken. Underf four dollars, mine cost. I haven't broken down all the other money I spent on things like paprika and shortening. Can't be all that much.