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What's worse, thanks to Rule 34, someone out there is either writing or, ahem, consuming (or both!) porn of this right now, as you read this.

4/6/10

The hardest thing about trying to cut weight is being hungry all the time, especially seeing as cooking is one of my primary hobbies and I'm normally thinking about food all damn day anyway. Plus, what ingredients do I have at home? Your standard continental cuisine staples: Cream, butter, bacon, yams, eggs, delicious golden potatoes waiting to be fried in bacon grease... oh God, oh sweet Lamb of mercy, make it stop.

Mmmmm. Lamb.

I think tonight I shall do a simple salad. If the fennel is still any good, I'll shave it and toss it with some roasted peppers, maybe some mandarin slices or cranberries. I'll do a simple balsamic vinaigrette (pepper, mustard, garlic, caper, anchovy, balsamic, olive oil) to dress it, and serve it with a couple of steamed chicken breasts. Yes. White wine, olives, capers, pepper for the sauce on that, I feel. Or... maybe just lemon and a healthy dose of fresh-ground pink peppercorn?

Damn, I'm out of lemon and mandarin slices and cranberries, I think. I do have dried cherries, though. Hm. But they would be too sweet to go with that dressing. Grated carrot? Maybe, yeah.

Or if the fennel has gone off, I'll just roast the peppers, top the chicken with them, add some onions and capers and olives and balsamic to it and pan-roast the whole shebang.

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Hm. In certain light, from certain angles, I look a little like restaurateur David Chang.

I wonder if that means that I'd look like this if clean shaven? Somehow I don't think that's quite right.