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Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Dinner tonight


I had a nice little break from cooking, but the husband is home and it's not bugging me yet.  I found ribeye on sale and the tiny bok choy was cheap.  

The recipe called for rice vinegar but I substituted apple cider and I don't like white rice.  It took 20 minutes including prep and rice cook time since brown rice is faster in a rice cooker.

7 comments:

  1. Nunya,

    Looks yummy! It's been years since I bothered cooking a meal - and since Deidra also hates cooking, our daily gourmet dishes are sandwiches with ham or cheese in them, lol.

    We watched some great movies lately, and there is one which my interest you in case you haven't seen it before: "National Treasure" (2007, I think). It's a US film, with Nicolas Cage and a gorgeous blonde woman as the heroin - can't remember her name as an actress. The "treasure" referred to in the title is the "Declaration of Independance" in the late 1700s. It's an excellent movie, we both loved it.

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    1. I saw the Nick Cage movie. I hated it. I've been watching a French police procedural tv show translated here as "Spiral." I don't hate the sound of French spoken any more. Here is the IMDB page for the show I'm watching http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477507/?ref_=fn_al_tt_1

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    2. hmm, on the title page for the show it says "engrenages" gear? spiral?

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  2. "it says "engrenages" gear? spiral?"

    Both. Sort of, lol. The first meaning of "engrenage" is: a set of dented wheels/cogs like you might find in a gear box or other industrial mechanism.

    The secondary meaning derives from this. It means the forces that come into play once you step into a scenario where complex and varied interests take place. With the implication tht those foces are greater than your own strentgh and resolve.

    For instance, if you go into politics, you might have a straight clear-cut agenda when you begin; but once you're in there you get caught in a multitude of forces pulling you in different directions, and mostly proving to be beyond your capacity to resist and keep on the course you had first set. Hence, you get caught in the "engrenage" of the political machine.

    Mmm... hope it makes sense, lol.

    It's a pity you hated "National Treasure". Why? Isn't Abigail just gorgeous, lol?

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    1. I suppose I wasn't in the mood to suspend disbelief when I attempted to watch National Treasure.

      Hey love, have you seen the show Engrenages? It started in 2005. Anyway, I think the name is perfect for the show, now that you explained it. Is that how the justice system works in France? I mean the mechanics, not the drama. The "judges" there seem more like police detectives here. I compare it to how the American justice system works (Law and Order shows reveal the mechanics, but other) shows reveal how it really works. Not very many people actually get a trial with jurors made up of their peers here. The courts, like so many other government entities are understaffed and underfunded. I can't even bear to watch the news with the government shutdown (for the last 2 days).

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  3. Nunya,

    Is that how the justice system works in France? I mean the mechanics, not the drama.

    Not having seen the show, I can't say. But I have experienced courts first hand here, and also I have seen some interesting documentaries (one of them might be available on the Internet, it's called "Chambre d'audience").

    All in all the justice system is definitely one of the rare things that France does right. In comparison, my live experience with the US justice system makes it a worse fascist kangaroo court than Somalia.

    It began the very day I landed in USA, at Tampa's international airport: Dianne was there to meet me and pick me up; the plane was nearly 24 hours late thanks to the fucking American airlines who took me on a grand tour of USA from LAX (where I landed coming from Oz) and my destination (Tampa).

    Among the higlights of the tour, I visited Denver's airport, hanged around there for 6 hours in the middle of the night, enjoying the wonderful attractions such as out of tune singers howling their crap country & western shit music; then Chicago's airport, the lhighlight of which was a small terrace on an upper floor, where 200 people packed like fucking sardines were smoking their lungs out, lol.

    But the ultimate treat was when I landed in Tampa: there I found out that being late some 18 hours was not enough of a treat by the American airlines, so they decided to add insult to injury by sending my luggage from LAX to Canada, from which it travelled around the North American continent, and eventually made it to Tampa some 12 hours after me.

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  4. Nunya,

    In my description of that memorable trip/adventure, I strayed off the topic so much that I forgot the point of your question - i.e. about the justice systems.

    I haven't had any trouble with the FR one (nor the Oz one, come to think of it), but the US one sure is unique in the world, lol.

    My first experience with it began when I landed in Tampa, fresh off the funny Oz farm. Dianne was there to "collect" me and my luggage, and it was near 2am when I stepped into the terminal.

    However my luggage didn't show up in the "carousel". After much enquiring, we were told that my luggage didn't get on board with me at LAX bound to Denver, but took a different plane, direction fucking Canada, no kidding, lol.

    Dog fuck knows where it went from there, prolly visited the Artic circle to admire the polar bears. I don't remember what time it was when it eventually showed up in Tampa - prolly 6 in the fucking morning. By then, Diane and I had visited every square millimiter of Tampa's airport international lounge and tried every drink on the menu, lol.

    Then, when we thought all was at last well, we went in search of Dianne's car, which she had parked in the multi-level concrete car park... only she couldn't remember WHERE, not even which storey!

    Oh wait, before that, there was an even greter source of sheer delight: after we strolled out of the terminal, before we went to the car park, since it was in the middle of the night and deserted, we indulged in a kind of passionate embrace standing in the recess of the building, half hidden by a concrete pillar.

    Wouldn't you know it? Some fucking cop turns up! And wanted to book me and take me to the cop shop for "attempt to pudor" or some other similar bullshit. Dianne pleaded with him, explaining I was Aussie, and a bit simple in the head and you know, down under, they behave like kangaroos on heat, bla bla bla...

    So there was my first encounter with the American judicial system. But fear not, during the 2 years I lived there, I experienced many more, and much worse, including finding myself in Pinella's county jail.

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