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I think it's time for a trip to the grocery store tonight. I haven't been to a proper supermarket in ages actually -- when I don't get PeaPod delivery, I just buy what I need from the little bodega under the Sheridan El stop. But PeaPod is not the best place to buy meat from, because they tend to overprice it, and besides I like to pick my meat for myself, and th bodega's meat selection is a trifle terrifying. Plus I want to pick up a potted rosemary plant, because I like cooking with rosemary and apparently it's good for blocking carcinogens.

Also, I know someone asked me to try making Earl Grey ice cream and see how it came out, but I chickened out because it has a custard-style base to it and I'm always nervous about beating eggs into hot liquids. But! kayleigh_jane gave it a whirl and her results are here.

See, there are some gaps in my culinary education, which is only natural; Mum is a decent cook, but her recipes run to the plain a bit, especially since Bernard was (is) a picky eater. The rest is mainly self-taught, with occasional lessons from friends. And there are limitations each man must wrestle with, like an inability to properly cook rice and a fear of tempering eggs.

Now I have hit a new snag, and it puzzles me greatly. For some reason, which I can't recall now, I recently bought a tub of ricotta cheese. Seriously, I have no clue why. I must have been buying it for some recipe, but I can't find any recipe in my "cook this" file that requires ricotta cheese, and it's not something I really ever...encountered before. It just wasn't part of my childhood diet.

What the hell do I do with it?

Wikipedia says it's used in desserts and also in lasagne. Lasagne's a bit heavy for the weather we're currently having, but there must be some kind of dish I can use this stuff in. Who's got good ricotta recipes? Lay 'em on me now.

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Grocery store didn't happen. *flops on bed* Though I did walk down to Trader Joe's at lunchtime and buy Stilton and some olive oil. I'll cook something with them. At some point. Probably not with both of them together though. Mmm, Stilton.

I forgot to share this story earlier, but: one of our office temps was limping as he brought in the mail today, so I asked him what happened and he kind of blew me off. I asked him again, in a slightly different way, and apparently conveyed my trustworthiness enough to get the full on story of how he got SHOT over the fourth of July.

Apparently he was visiting his hometown and his cousin got in a fight with some dude, and he charged in because, you know, family, and then the dude ran to his car and got his gun and shot them. Neither of them were more than grazed, but still. I'm a strange mixture of impressed and appalled.

If I got shot on Friday I would definitely be cashing in a sick day on Monday.