As a surprise for Jeremy this weekend, I made (with his assistance) a very nice recipe given to me by my boss.
Ingredients
Fresh cilantro 2x 15oz cans chick peas (drained) 2x 14.5oz cans whole peeled tomatoes (drained) 1 large white onion 3-4 cloves garlic Virgin olive oil 1x 6oz can tomato paste 2-3 fresh lemons 2 packs pita bread 1 tsp turmeric 2 tsp salt (kosher) Several grinds fresh pepper 2 tsp ground cumin Preparation
I decided earlier this week to take it upon myself to change the oil in my car myself. This is not something I normally do, primarily because it is worth the $10 overhead not to do it myself. My reasons for doing this are many:
My local dealership only uses 5W20, which my engine rapidly consumes, making the check engine light come on since it thinks the catalyst is shot.
I finally decided to bite the bullet this past weekend and purchase some new tires for my car. I had decided to go with Michelin’s HydroEdge tire, mostly because I’ve been very pleased with Michelins in the past, and it seemed to be a better tire than what I already had (the X Radial). I did a little research at the Web site of my preferred tire retailer, and discovered that my chosen tire is a special-order item, so I went ahead and placed an order.
I had the distinct misfortune today of paying actual money to see House of Wax. I was prepared to say that it holds the distinction of behing the worst movie I have ever seen, but luckily, it did redeem itself in the end. I got to see Paris Hilton’s head impaled on a spike, and quite frankly, I would have paid about triple the $7 ticket price for that pleasure. I also wish to note that when purchasing my ticket for this film, I was actually carded.
Beach Blanket Bingo How could I resist watching a film starring everybody’s favorite Hollywood Square, Mr. Paul Lynde? Anything starring the homosexual, nasal-voiced, Ohio-born star of Charlotte’s Web has to be good. I mean, the man even had his own TV show at one point in which he attempted to play a heterosexual lawyer. Talk about acting! I’ve always been obsessed with watching cheesy Hollywood musicals, and adding in feeble attempts at comedy mixed with characters named “Bullets” (Mr.
The Valley of the Dolls I happen to record this one off of the Fox Movie Channel last month, and - against my father’s advice - finally sat down to watch it. My dad had seen the movie back around the time it first came out (1967), and told me he thought it was pretty lame and a waste of time. Not one to heed to reason, I perservered anyway and was pleasantly surprised.