|Today we're gonna party like it's 199...7.
||[Dec. 5th, 2010|12:17 pm]
So occasionally staying the same size and shape for, um, two decades now gets a little accidentally weird. In this case, if I didn't already have plans, I would feel like I should present myself at greykev's and demand to play Magic or possibly D&D. Because...um.
So the thing is, part of my afternoon plans involve rolling homemade truffles. Don't want to get a nice new shirt messy! Better wear an old one. But it's not very warm here. So this resulted in...a fitted ribbed grey long-sleeved shirt with an old red-and-grey flannel I can put on for warmth and take off when I'm working. And jeans which are not actually the same jeans but might as well be; random boot-cut jeans, same color, same size. And I'll want my hair out of my face, so I braided it. Thick wool socks. I'll put hiking boots on when I go out.
And I looked in the mirror and went, oh, hell, might as well go whole hog with the jewelry. So there's a rune necklace and my Stonehenge/Pi earrings and my rune ring, and by late 1997 I had my engagement ring, and while it's not the same watch, I've gotten approximations of this watch for years now because it's what I want in a watch. So the only new thing is a bracelet I got this year, which looks like it goes with all the rest.
Well. I guess sometimes you have to get back to your roots. It's just that I feel obliged to sing a little grunge medley instead of Christmas carols. Which may be appropriate for the afternoon's plans, too.
Heh. My shape is slowly changing back to a different shape from a while back, so I'm going shopping for old stuff in my closet as well. And it's weird how seeing yourself in the mirror in clothes from N years ago is a little bit like a trip back in time.
Glad to know I'm not the only one.
Enjoy your truffles!
The thing about making truffles is that they smell so strong that I never want to eat any during the process, or for days and days after. But everybody else there seemed to strongly approve; I made plain and toffee-hazelnut.
Having just re-made the sea salt caramel recipe you recommended, I am strongly in favor of getting more Mris recipes- do you have a recipe for your truffles?
I am trying to break myself of the habit of saying that everything I bake or cook is the easiest thing ever, but seriously, this is hardly even a recipe, it could not be easier. I didn't even have to look it up. You just take a 15-oz. can of sweetened condensed milk and 18 oz. of really good chocolate chips or chunks of chocolate and you melt them together. Then you take them off the heat and throw in either 1 T of flavoring extract (vanilla for plain, orange, whatever) or 1/4 c. of liqueur for flavor. Or rum if you want rum balls. I haven't made matastas
's rum balls yet, but the hour is drawing nigh. So you stir in the flavor/liqueur/rum, and then you let it set up in the fridge, the freezer, or the snowbank, depending on where you are and how impatient you are. You want it to set up until it'll hold together in ball form and not sort of plop down; usually I accidentally let it set up a bit too much and have to hack away at the first few. Anyway, you roll them into balls, and then you roll the balls in whatever you like, cocoa or finely chopped nuts or powdered sugar or what have you. I like to roll mine in different things so you can tell the difference in flavors. So this year the plain ones are rolled in cocoa and the hazelnut ones are rolled in little toffee pieces, and when I do the rum balls I will roll them in powdered sugar. I am told that you can roll them in flaked coconut, but that's only if you hate people and want to make them cry. (I despise coconut.) See? It's not even a recipe. It's just, like, a thing
. Like a chocolate incident or something.
And I think I want Stonehenge/Pi earrings. Those sound cool.
I got them at Stonehenge when I was 16. It probably wasn't the height of my own personal coolness, but it sure felt like it at the time.
Must be retro day. Today I am wearing an oversized long green wool weater (those funnel-necked ones J. Crew used to sell before they got all fashionable) over black fleece tights. It's very 1989. (Actually I didn't buy the sweater until the 190s because that's when I could afford it, but I'd been coveting it since the late 1980s.
But! This is very exciting! Because I have been parted from this sweater and a similar gray cotton one since 1996. (And I never got to wear them much before that, what with living in Arizona and all.) It got left with the stuff in storage by mistake (in exchange a lot of old regatta T-shirts I rarely wear have now lived in three continents), was delivered to our house in Oregon in September, by request Ted brought them back with him which meant they went to Taiwan, and now they were finally delivered here on Friday. So: a bit well-traveled, but I've literally been waiting years to be reunited with this sweater.
A good sweater is worth it.
I've been purging my wardrobe this weekend and while many things are taking a trip to Goodwill or the resale store I have a high school/college memorial flannel that is exempt from all purging.
Yah. The thing is, it's not that this flannel is deeply fashionable. It's that it's functional, and it doesn't have to be deeply fashionable.
Yesterday I wore an aged and much-loved flannel shirt I bought in high school. It's still a few sizes too big, which means it was even more too big then--I added an extra button at each cuff to get the wrists down to a reasonable size. It has holes and patches and embroidery, some of which have stories. I don't think I'll ever throw it out, though I could see it possibly becoming patches for other things someday. It's a good shirt.