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| So...Xanga's changed a lot since I last logged in. And my layout's a little screwed up. Please ignore the thing on the right. I'm not likely to bother to fix it for quite a while.
Shipwreck casserole is basically a ground beef and veggie casserole. The recipe I sort of followed calls for a can of Coca-Cola to be poured over it.
Coca-Cola Shipwreck Casserole Recipe | Recipezaar
1-1 1/2
tablespoon
oil
1
large
onion, sliced
1
lb ground beef
1/4
cup
rice, uncooked
2-3
stalks celery, chopped
1
green pepper, chopped
3
medium
raw potatoes, peeled and sliced
salt and pepper
1
(15
ounce)
can
kidney beans, drained and rinsed
1
(10
ounce)
can
tomato soup
1
(10
ounce)
can
Coca-Cola
- Spread oil in bottom of 9x13-inch pan.
- Layer ingredients in order listed above.
- Pour the cola evenly over top of casserole.
- Cover with foil.
- Bake at 350°F for 1 hour.
I ended up using a large circular glass pot thing, and that threw the measurements. I put more beef in there than I should have: I think it would have been better if I used minimal beef. Also, I used less rice than recommended in the instructions. More rice than beef is healthier, not to mention a little easier on the wallet. I also used less potato, because at that point, I was running out of space in the pot. All in all, it turned out pretty well. It tasted great hot, reheating was just as good, and cold...wasn't bad either. Unless I had huge chunks of ground beef. Cold ground beef just doesn't taste that great. However, the thing turned out a lot greasier than I would have liked. Hmm...looking back, I now remember I never added salt and pepper. It tasted fine without it. I did experiment with a little cumin when I was reheating and that did add something positive to it.
If I ever make this again*, I would definitely skimp on the ground beef, browning it first, of course, and draining the fat. I would add more rice and potatoes, and possibly throw in some cumin.
*Cooking for myself is drag. Also, after I'm done cooking, I don't really want to eat it, and that feeling has started to manifest in me before I even start cooking, but after I buy groceries I am forced to consume in some way before they rot. Stinker.
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| This completely made my day (night). Thanks to Kenneth Cheng from Carnegie Mellon, an old classmate of mine, for linking to this on Facebook. And yes, I was procrastinating.
http://msnbc.msn.com/id/15239501/?GT1=8618
I imagine it must be quite hard to be an effective soldier with such interesting fumes wafting around.
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| a very recent conversation with a CompUSA employee:
location: CompUSA in Carousel Mall
Time: around 3:30
other info: closeout sale. RAM was marked down 50%
me: Hey, I have a question. What's the difference between MacReady and PCReady?
employee: No difference. They're exactly the same.
me: So why are they priced differently? (one was listed about $20 less)
employee: I couldn't tell you.
me: Okay...So how much is the 1 gigabyte 2700?
employee: $250.
me: wow...
[pause]
me: are you serious?
employee [face saying: "ohh, yeah"]: dead serious.
me: okay, thank you very much.
I checked it out later. It really is $250...CompUSA
It runs for about $80 online everywhere else.
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| I am now living off-campus.
That means (good) food is a rare thing for me. My most recent meal sounds pretty disgusting. It really didn't taste all that bad, though.
Pizza soup
(I can almost hear the squeals of disgust, but hey - it's a change from cold pizza, sort of like how turkey casserole is a change from turkey sandwiches a week after thanksgiving.)
Ingredients:
Water
Pizza
Onion
Green bell pepper
Origins of Andrew's ingredients:
The pizza was originally from raw pizza I premade at work all ready to be baked. There were leftovers at the end, so I took two home two pies and threw them in the freezer. They froze to the cardboard discs I stacked them on, which annoyed me, because I had to defrost them. 
Early yesterday morning I threw the supreme back in the freezer and put the pepperoni one into an oven preheated to 350°F. Naturally, I didn't watch the oven (I'm very sloppy when it comes to feeding myself, as you can probably guess), and it burnt a little. I ate two slices, and just before classes, I grabbed another slice, noticing that it had become EXTREMELY hard. I munched on it sometime during the day.
Coming back home, I ate another slice and took a nap, missing the deadline for e-mailing my lab to my TA. This hard pizza was starting to get a bit annoying to eat. After midnight, I woke up and ate my fifth slice. I was still hungry, and there was no way my tired jaw was going to munch through another piece of that wood (thinly disguised as pizza). I thought about being really weird/crazy, and I decided that I prefer to be described as ADVENTUROUS.
So I boiled water, cut the pizza into centimeter-square pieces, diced a pepper, sliced an onion, and simmered for a while. It actually tasted pretty good, once I got over the distaste of how pitiful this was.
(of course, I am typing this at three in the morning, when I should be starting my overdue homework)
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| So it's been a heck of a long time. I choose now to update, a time at which I am supposed to be doing something else (either sleeping or doing coursework would be better than sitting here eating ramen and making a xanga entry on the floor in the middle of my messy room).
Let us begin with this.
About a week ago, as I was in church, I realized something. I realized something many other have realized over the years, something my father probably realized a long time ago. I realized something about Jesus' death.
His death wasn't as simple as mock, whip, cruxifixion. It wasn't just people throwing their worst insults at Him, then beating Him up, then sentencing Him to an agonizing and slow death. There was the spiritual side to it.
I can almost hear your disapproving groans. We know this already. Yes, so did I. But it hasn't hit me this way yet.
I never really understood the spiritual side like it hit me just last week. It was when I understood the emotional side of it, that I realized just how painful it must have been to be on the cross. It must have been really hard for Jesus to be on that cross (I am having a vision of the various faceless pastors that probably said it countless times over the last 18 years within my earshot).
I have always thought of myself as strong. Not the strong-and-mighty kind of strong, but a I-will-never-admit-defeat kind of strong. In my mind, I probably could have taken on all the beating and spitting and taunting and whipping and still have remained alive to be crucified. In my mind, I probably could have lasted longer than Jesus did on the cross. (Whether or not I am really capable of this is not important: this was said so that you may understand just how resilient I view myself to be.)
There was another part, a part that I believe that I would not last through.
I imagined the most unbearable part of His death, the pinning of sins onto His spirit, to be like this.
- Think about the worst names ever. Have you ever heard someone say, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me"? Think of the words that would make you make you want to turn into a fleck of lint floating through the air. Think about things that you would never do, kinds of persons you would never become.
- Now think about all your friends, all your family, and all the people you have trusted and loved throughout your life. Think about them all being with you, and how much you have shared throughout your life.
- Now think about the one person you can always count on, the one person you know you can run to for anything, at any time.
Now, imagine.
that the one person you could always rely was with you since birth
that he knew everything about you
knew all of your dirty secrets
knew your favorite memories
this one person knew the extent of everything good you have ever done
this one person knew the extent of everything bad you have ever done
all the other people in your life you have trusted and loved came up to you
they're in a mob
they're pointing at you
they're shouting
Liar
Rapist
Dishonest Worm
Deserter
Child Molester
Gutless Pathetic Coward
Scrooge
Wife Beater
Traitor
Traitor.
curled up, fetal position
why are all these people you know, who know you, shouting at you
never did any of these
feel the presence of the one
the one
the one who can prove you innocent
the one
lift your head slightly, crack open left eye
see his back
he's not among the mob!
try to call out
no answer
summon all your strength, get up, and call out
he's walking away
no answer
run to him, grab his arm, hug his waist
he's looking straight ahead
no answer
curled up, fetal position
Rapist.
they're shouting
Coward.
they're shouting
Traitor. | | |
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//http://www.privateerdragons.org/caseys_shiphold1b.html
// grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had to kill today because they pissed me off
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The Reason (Hoobastank)
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