It came out differently than how I pictured it from the recipe but it was really good.
It's essentially chicken dredged in flour, corn starch, salt, pepper and a sprinkling of sugar, seared in butter and then cooked in a reduction of sherry, brown sugar and the leftover butter from the pan. It was so moist and I'm definitely going to add that to the recipe box.
I need to cook new things more often and this was a nice bit of encouragement.
I wish I could tell if I'm getting better at drawing. Real life ought to have experience meters.
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Like Sims 3 style. Or Pokemon style, where the harder the task, the more points. *Sigh* You need the mods to get a better interface on the game, Life. And the cpu in my console screws up heaps. Keeps glitching out.
I wish the heavy winds last night hadn't caused a tree to hit my parents' house. We'll know just how bad it is once it gets light out.
I should've taken a tape measure out there, but it stretched all the way from about 10 feet inside their fence, all the way to touching the opposite fence. Probably 15-20 yards long.
Today I caught myself wishing that I was back at home, which took me by surprise. I'll be back for Thanksgiving in a week, fortunately, but I thought I wouldn't care to return to my hometown anymore. Not entirely sure why I thought that.
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I wish I had some ice cream to numb the pain of programming.
my exhaustion hadn't been replaced by this low-grade stress and social anxiety. I am convinced everyone I talk to is ticked at me. I know it's probably because I moved and started a new job, and it'll pass when I get used to stuff and can enjoy being out and near Maddie.
I wish I could look at the tattoo on my back more easily to remind myself that I had a reason I needed to change my life around a bit and the past was far from perfect.
my exhaustion hadn't been replaced by this low-grade stress and social anxiety. I am convinced everyone I talk to is ticked at me. I know it's probably because I moved and started a new job, and it'll pass when I get used to stuff and can enjoy being out and near Maddie.
I wish I could look at the tattoo on my back more easily to remind myself that I had a reason I needed to change my life around a bit and the past was far from perfect.
my exhaustion hadn't been replaced by this low-grade stress and social anxiety. I am convinced everyone I talk to is ticked at me. I know it's probably because I moved and started a new job, and it'll pass when I get used to stuff and can enjoy being out and near Maddie.
I wish I could look at the tattoo on my back more easily to remind myself that I had a reason I needed to change my life around a bit and the past was far from perfect.
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I wish I had a plan for my life
I turn 30 next year and as it gets closer and closer to being next year I'm starting to freak out more
I don't even know where to begin to explain why I feel this way. I have been sitting here at the computer and re-written this post about 10 times, and each time hasn't really captured the general sense of un-ease I have.
I wish I could get my shit together. It sure would be nice living a life where I wasn't always a stiff breeze away from a complete suicidal meltown. Gonna call a hotline now. Wheeee
I turn 30 next year and as it gets closer and closer to being next year I'm starting to freak out more
I don't even know where to begin to explain why I feel this way. I have been sitting here at the computer and re-written this post about 10 times, and each time hasn't really captured the general sense of un-ease I have.
I kinda know what this is like. I'm finishing up university in nearly four months and aside from allowing me to maybe teach English overseas somewhere my degree is pretty much good for nothing. I went back to school cause I wasn't really happy doing super easy desk job programming stuff forever, but it's been 4 years and I'm not any closer to doing anything else. Like I should probably be excited about getting a programming job I actually care about, moving somewhere cool or that I'm way better at art than I was 4 years ago (no thanks to the shitty studio program at my university). Instead I just feel like I'm back to where I started and as i get older I get more terrified that time is running out for me to accomplish my goals.
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I really fucking wish that people who called customer service would do so with their bill already in front of them. It's like, fucking Christ, thanks for wasting my time here explaining something to you that you could have read on a piece of paper we send out to you every month. Look, I don't know why your fucking bill is so high just by looking at it. We don't institute a "make your bill higher" fee, so you're going to have to go over it and see if the five hundred dollars you spent on extra lives in candy crush saga is abnormal or if it's the fact that the surcharges went up by three cents. Okay, I don't know what's fucking normal for you.
Oh, you want a supervisor because I pointed out the obvious fact that your bill nowhere to be found and you want me to read off every single charge to you? Good, because you know what power supervisors have that I don't? The ability to say "no" outright.
And speaking of the word "no," you know when you ask for something and we tell you how to do it for your lazy fucking self? That's our way of saying no. We can't say no to a customer because your tiny, fragile ego might break like a soap bubble and you'll write a bad review on every fucking site on the Internet, taking up some holy crusade against us that takes up the majority of your worthless life rather than the five minutes it would have taken to do whatever it was yourself. Okay, so fuck you. Anytime you call customer service and you hear the phrase, "oh you can do that online now," what you're really hearing is, "we can't fucking do that. And no, my supervisor can't do that either. Fucking hell, what is wrong with you, you helpless fuck?"
I don't care if you bring up calling the police, I literally cannot do anything with my supervisor gone for the evening. My machine can't even process refunds. All you are doing is wasting both of our times sir.
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It came out differently than how I pictured it from the recipe but it was really good.
It's essentially chicken dredged in flour, corn starch, salt, pepper and a sprinkling of sugar, seared in butter and then cooked in a reduction of sherry, brown sugar and the leftover butter from the pan. It was so moist and I'm definitely going to add that to the recipe box.
I need to cook new things more often and this was a nice bit of encouragement.
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Oops! Yeah that's important.
You add them to the sherry when you're making the reduction and they are served with the chicken. They're very caramelized by the time you serve them.
Here's the recipe if you all want to try it.
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I should've taken a tape measure out there, but it stretched all the way from about 10 feet inside their fence, all the way to touching the opposite fence. Probably 15-20 yards long.
Stop programming with your tonsils
I don't have those anymore.
my exhaustion hadn't been replaced by this low-grade stress and social anxiety. I am convinced everyone I talk to is ticked at me. I know it's probably because I moved and started a new job, and it'll pass when I get used to stuff and can enjoy being out and near Maddie.
I wish I could look at the tattoo on my back more easily to remind myself that I had a reason I needed to change my life around a bit and the past was far from perfect.
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I turn 30 next year and as it gets closer and closer to being next year I'm starting to freak out more
I don't even know where to begin to explain why I feel this way. I have been sitting here at the computer and re-written this post about 10 times, and each time hasn't really captured the general sense of un-ease I have.
I kinda know what this is like. I'm finishing up university in nearly four months and aside from allowing me to maybe teach English overseas somewhere my degree is pretty much good for nothing. I went back to school cause I wasn't really happy doing super easy desk job programming stuff forever, but it's been 4 years and I'm not any closer to doing anything else. Like I should probably be excited about getting a programming job I actually care about, moving somewhere cool or that I'm way better at art than I was 4 years ago (no thanks to the shitty studio program at my university). Instead I just feel like I'm back to where I started and as i get older I get more terrified that time is running out for me to accomplish my goals.
Oh, you want a supervisor because I pointed out the obvious fact that your bill nowhere to be found and you want me to read off every single charge to you? Good, because you know what power supervisors have that I don't? The ability to say "no" outright.
And speaking of the word "no," you know when you ask for something and we tell you how to do it for your lazy fucking self? That's our way of saying no. We can't say no to a customer because your tiny, fragile ego might break like a soap bubble and you'll write a bad review on every fucking site on the Internet, taking up some holy crusade against us that takes up the majority of your worthless life rather than the five minutes it would have taken to do whatever it was yourself. Okay, so fuck you. Anytime you call customer service and you hear the phrase, "oh you can do that online now," what you're really hearing is, "we can't fucking do that. And no, my supervisor can't do that either. Fucking hell, what is wrong with you, you helpless fuck?"