Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Soupgasm and a Show






I finally did it... I found a recipe close to that of 4B's tomato soup. It's a mindgasm of goodness. It could probably clog all of your arteries with one spoon full but eh. Whatever doesn't kill you... makes you one step closer to death I guess. Either way, it's delicious. It's quite saddening that most 4b's closed down in Montana only to be replaced by casinos. One of the best things about being back home was 4b's, the food wasn't really that great or anything it was just tradition, something we always did. And the soup kicked ass.

this is for about 2 bowls:

1 14 ounce can diced tomatoes (d0n't strain)
1 tbl spn finely chopped onions
1 tbl spn sugar
1/2 cup chicken broth
pinch of baking soda
(optional: 1/2 cup tomato juice)
1 cup cream

mix everything except the cream in a pot, simmer on low heat for about an hour.

in a separate pan, heat the cream on low heat to near boil.

mix the cream in with everything else, stir and serve.

Gotta add loads of pepper and crackers. That's the best way.


Also, I will be playing at Front Range CC on October 14th at around 7:30pm in the art gallery. Everyone is welcome to come.

Oh and... I finished a project I was working on and bought a lil' somethin somethin. I'll get some pictures up soon.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Snæfellsjökull

I've decided to try and make some elderberry wine. I haven't been able to afford hops or barely to brew beer so I think this may be a cheap alternative. I have an abundance of elderberries in my backyard. I never knew what they were, aside from some disgusting little purple berries that grew on flimsy little trees out back. The fact that I can turn them into wine has made me think of them in a new light. As it is with most things I can turn into wine; i.e. dandelions. I'll post some pictures of my progress with that, if I ever get around to doing it.



A song about Snæfellsjökull.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Love of a Zero



The title is taken from a short film (of the same name) by Robert Florey. Picture out my window.