Risotto. Carnaroli, olive oil, onion, garlic, wine, salt, pepper, kombu-cremini broth, butter, parm. I think I've finally mastered risotto; it's taken years. A copper pan and a whisk definitely beats a pressure cooker, at the expense of a lot of time.
I mostly buy NM vinyl from the 60s, but I also mostly listen to jazz. Discogs is great. I clean records by hand. You can get great results, once you get the hang of it, though it's slow and messy. You basically just have to do it once, though.
This was yesterday, but I had an excellent second date. She ("New Emily") lived in Europe for several years, until quite recently, and lost her driving privileges in Ohio. I tutored her on the Ohio maneuverability portion, which is basically just parallel parking. Went well! She failed that part three times in the last two months, so I can't possibly have hindered things.
Well shit. My all original (well, the bezel was replaced, but I have the original) pre-moon 01'69 145.022 is now apparently valuable. Makes up for all the money I've lost on watches, over the last 18 months (ok, fine, I've come out ahead). I'll be wearing it a lot more. Won't sell. I did have to up the insurance . Same with my with-box-and-papers '68 GMT.
I thought we were friends.
I have an Emotiva XDA-1 in the trunk of my car. Excellent condition. I don't think I have the remote. It sounds pretty good. Too many DACs. Any interest, send me a fair offer.
You'd know the difference; doughnuts are glazed, and are somewhat sticky.
Bagel date ended up not happening. There was a plausible reason, but I think it came down to "fit yoga instructor and fat sarcastic guy aren't necessarily a great match." Meh.
I'd really like to hear the Elear (well, sure, I'd love to hear the Utopia, but I'm unlikely to spend that kinda money anytime soon on something that isn't a watch). I have a pair of HD-800, again, this time with the Shure foamy mod, and I'm very happen with them.
Well of course, because things like "damping factor" don't exist.
Set up a bagel date with a yoga instructor, for tomorrow. That is where I get bagels, and then eat them with (and presumably next to) a yoga instructor, not where I date a bagel who has a yoga instructor as a friend. I think.