Macadamia Nut Sour Cream
8 ounces macadamia nuts (rinse if salted)
water to soak
juice of 1 lemon (about 1/3 cup)
1 teaspoon salt (omit of the macadamia nuts are salted)
2 tablespoons nutritional yeast (that’s inactive brewers yeast to you)
1 cup water
Soak the macadamia nuts for at least 2 hours or until you remember, “oh yeah, I have nuts soaking!”
In a blender, puree the soaked nuts, lemon juice, salt, nooch, and water until creamy. Chill until ready to serve.
Switch out the lemon juice for molasses and omit the salt and you have Gloppy. For some reason he popped into my mind yesterday.
On people who cause annoyance: they’re not good for warm feelings, but they might be good for a poem. Of course, no one is essentially annoying in nature (I’m sure there’s a person or two about whom you’d beg to differ on that count). What’s the evolutionary function of annoyance-type activities in human interactions? Let’s do some non-human primate studies…
I made two dishes this week that called for a whole cinnamon stick each. The bark expands so much, as this stick from curried chickpea stew shows.
I also baked the overly-vinegar-y voodoo I made last week with a sweet potato, carrots, a bay leaf, and a cinnamon stick. Heat and sweet turned the voodoo into a mellow black bean-sweet potato taco filling.
I’ve been drinking 8-ounce Soy Dream boxes (amazon.com, peeps!) that I bought last year and squirreled away at my grandparents’ house.
I remember looking at the expiration date last year and thinking, oh sheez, am I going to know what I’m doing after graduation? Uh, yeah, glad I can face that expiration date now and say, I have a clue!
This week I’ve been listening to Marilyn Manson’s new album, Born Villain. Some unsubstantiated comments. It’s fun to hear his new/old take on the OT and how he plays on OT-NT connections in “Children of Cain.” The sound in general is somewhere between The High End of Low and looping back to Antichrist Superstar. “Lay Down Your Goddamn Arms” sounds like a combination of Soundgarden’s “Mailman” and Deftones’ “Change in the House of Flies,” and I am A-OK with that combination, and to top it off, it even begins like “Get Your Gunn.” “Slo-Mo-Tion” is “The Dope Show” of this album. Manson’s trending towards incomprehensibility, sound-wise, word salad turned sound salad, but he probably wants it to be that way. Born Villain? Sure, I’ll buy that theory. Favourite line so far: “Don’t assume that I’m always with you/ It’s just where my mortal body happens to be” in “Children of Cain.” I’m also hooked on Manson’s cover (featuring Johnny Depp) of “You’re So Vain.” Manson’s cover of “Tainted Love” was what sucked me in back in 2007.
To add to my undigestible music diet, I bought Rammstein's Mutter and Rage Against the Machine's Evil Empire at the record exchange to celebrate the end of classes of my undergraduate "career." RATM's "Vietnow" has this great line, "I'm a truth addict/ Oh shit I got a head rush."
I kept passing a dead baby bird on the path I’d take between my dorm and the parking lot this week. I noticed my first reaction was revulsion, then I pitied it, dead before it could fly (it looked like it had fallen out of the nest while still in the egg or maybe just after being born, feather-less). Revulsion, is that feeling compassion for other animals? Didn’t think so. There’s a difference between pity and compassion, that’s what this bird has taught me. Before this gets too moralistic…
Today I threw out my binder! Notice the anti-modern sentiment on a Mac sticker: "This IS my notebook." Only for one class this past four years have I brought my compy, and I still took notes by hand. I would've burned through my print quota if I had printed everything for family law. The electrical tape's been there since second semester freshman year.
Tacos for dinner: colcannon and baked voodoo in corn tortillas with homemade guacamole, macadamia nut sour cream, and salsa.
Happy Cinco de Mayo!