Pizza and Banshees
I made my first pizza from scratch the other night. I got to thinking about how much of a ripoff it is to buy them from a store or a pizza place when the actual ingredients are pretty cheap and it couldn't be that hard to make. I found a recipe in an international cookbook that I have and, yes indeed, it seemed super easy. I didn't want to take a chance in it turning out horrible so I only made half the recipe. It was so freakin' easy, I really couldn't believe it. Just flour, water, yeast and a bit of sugar, and some oil and toppings, of course. As it turned out, the yeast that had been sitting in the refrigerator had been sitting a bit too long and it didn't look like it had activated after soaking in the water and sugar mixture so I just added a bit of baking powder to the mix and hoped that it would rise. I mixed it all together in a bowl and then kneaded the dough in the same bowl so I wouldn't make such a mess and then let it sit for over an hour in hopes that it would rise.
When I came back to check on the dough, it seemed like maybe it had risen a little bit so I decided to go ahead and roll it out and make a couple small pizzas. So check this out, this is improvising at its best. Because I like things quick and easy and not too much fuss, I used some leftover spaghetti sauce in a jar that was hanging out in the fridge, some fresh mozzarella cheese, some pepperoni that been hanging out a while and a bit of onion(for my mother's pizza...she likes it that way). I used some old pie tins to cook the pizza in and then put all the ingredients together and bunged 'em in the oven at 425 degrees F for 20 minutes. To my surprise, they turned out pretty decent. I figured my mother wouldn't like it but to my surprise, she actually thought it was pretty good.
Now I'm sitting here writing about pizza and would really like some but I greedily scarfed down all my pizza the other night right after it came out of the oven! Next time I make them though, I'm gonna have to get some yeast that's still active and maybe brush the edges of the dough with some oil so they get crispy. Like anything else, I'll perfect it with some practice.
Anyway, about the banshees! While I devoured my pizza, there was a really bad scary movie with banshees in it. It was so bad that I don't even remember what it was called. Those banshees sure are annoying as hell. All they do is scream and scream and scream. If I was those people, I would have opened the window and stuck my head out and shouted, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BANSHEES!!!!!!! YOU'RE ANNOYING THE HELL OUTTA ME!!!!!! NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!!!!!" People in movies are so damn stupid. They don't know how to get anything done.
When I came back to check on the dough, it seemed like maybe it had risen a little bit so I decided to go ahead and roll it out and make a couple small pizzas. So check this out, this is improvising at its best. Because I like things quick and easy and not too much fuss, I used some leftover spaghetti sauce in a jar that was hanging out in the fridge, some fresh mozzarella cheese, some pepperoni that been hanging out a while and a bit of onion(for my mother's pizza...she likes it that way). I used some old pie tins to cook the pizza in and then put all the ingredients together and bunged 'em in the oven at 425 degrees F for 20 minutes. To my surprise, they turned out pretty decent. I figured my mother wouldn't like it but to my surprise, she actually thought it was pretty good.
Now I'm sitting here writing about pizza and would really like some but I greedily scarfed down all my pizza the other night right after it came out of the oven! Next time I make them though, I'm gonna have to get some yeast that's still active and maybe brush the edges of the dough with some oil so they get crispy. Like anything else, I'll perfect it with some practice.
Anyway, about the banshees! While I devoured my pizza, there was a really bad scary movie with banshees in it. It was so bad that I don't even remember what it was called. Those banshees sure are annoying as hell. All they do is scream and scream and scream. If I was those people, I would have opened the window and stuck my head out and shouted, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BANSHEES!!!!!!! YOU'RE ANNOYING THE HELL OUTTA ME!!!!!! NOW GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!!!!!" People in movies are so damn stupid. They don't know how to get anything done.
posted by Xul at 12:28 AM
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To my surprise, they turned out pretty decent.
A lot of homemade dishes are much better than the stuff you can buy in the shops. But I guess most people think it's too much of a hassle.
If I was those people, I would have opened the window and stuck my head out and shouted, "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING BANSHEES!!!!!!!
IDK, getting into a shouting match with supernatural beings seems... unwise. ;)
Hey Arekino, if I had to guess, you look like a man who is pretty good at making breads and baked goods. ;)
The next time I make the pizza dough, I'm gonna tweak the recipe a bit. I like the dough to be chewier.
IDK, getting into a shouting match with supernatural beings seems... unwise. Banshees should know better than to scream all night and annoy me. I will banish them back where they belong. They should respect my authori-tahhh!!! ;P
BTW, how were the kidlets? Any good scares?
how were the kidlets? Any good scares?
Nah, they either don't scare that easily or they know how to avoid that which scares them.
We didn't watch any movies though. Just played videogames.
:sigh: These kids and their video games...
In other news, the neighbors across the street actually decorated for Halloween. The kids and the mother were out there putting fake cobwebs and little ghoul dolls on their hedge in the front. I'm surprised all the dolls on the hedge haven't been stolen by now. The father also hung some big ghosts in the trees.
Well, at least somebody's making an effort. BTW, how's that voodoo doll of you mother coming along? :)
Paper ghosts or linen sheets?
how's that voodoo doll of you mother coming along? :) I wouldn't bother. I just try to avoid her as much as possible.
Paper ghosts or linen sheets? Store bought. I think they may be polyester or nylon. I'll post a pic. I dug my electric jack o' lantern out of storage. My mother said to me, "Oh, I hope you're not planning to put a candle in that?" That is such a stupid statement on so many different levels. She says shit like that to imply that I'm sooooo fucking stupid that I'd actually put a candle in a plastic pumpkin that already has an electric light. Then if I react to what she's trying to imply, then she'll say that I have 'personal issues.' It's all so exhausting.
She says shit like that to imply that I'm sooooo fucking stupid
Oh, I can relate to that. My mother does that all the time, to everyone. It's like in her mind everybody is as stupid as she is.
It's like in her mind everybody is as stupid as she is. LOL True dat. LOL
It rained and stormed like crazy yesterday and the neighbor's decorations got effed up. The fake cobwebs look terrible now and the ghosts are wound up into knots. I wish I had gotten a pic on Saturday. I hope they straighten it up or else I'll just get a pic of it all screwed up. LOL
I hear it's getting nippy where you're at. What have you been up to?
I hear it's getting nippy where you're at. What have you been up to?
It's not very nippy yet. It's kinda nice actually. I like to take walks in this kind of weather.
I'm still relearning my math. I've almost finished a chapter about integrals.
What about you?
It's not very nippy yet. It's kinda nice actually. I think it's nippy by Florida standards. People from more northern climes just roll their eyes at us Floridians. :P I would take walks in it, though. It'd be nice to be outside and not sweat.
What about you? Thursday, Friday and Saturday was beautiful "Florida autumn" weather. It was windy, not humid, and warm but not hot. The lack of humidity made it feel "colder" than it was, like 23 degrees-ish. Ya, I know, that's probably beach weather for you folks :P but some peeps around here were actually wearing sweatshirts. Not me. It was perfect.
Today, I had a bit of car trouble. I went out to do the car musical chairs so I could take my mother to her doc appt. and my car had a dead battery. I panicked a bit at first because I thought maybe I had left the lights on(which I have done a couple times before, didn't want to hear the BS from mother)but they weren't left on.
At least I have AAA and they come out pretty quick usually. My mother was doing her usual nasty, flipping out tantrum while I was on the phone to the dispatcher, which the dispatcher could hear, but I'm very calm when I'm on the phone and the dispatcher was nice about it all. They usually do a callback and unfortunately for the dispatcher, I was outside and my mother answered the phone and she ranted and acted crazy. My mother acts like a fucking toddler having a tantrum if she's not getting her way *immediately*. They called back to see if we wanted them to bring a new battery to buy or if we just wanted a jump start. My mother went off about 'didn't we say we wanted a jump start the first time' and then telling me how "stupid" "these people" are. She is soooo embarrassing with her NPD behavior. I swear, when I was on the phone with the dispatcher my hand was literally shaking because she was stressing me out so bad with 'WHEN ARE THEY GOING TO BE OUT?' and 'TELL THEM TO COME IMMEDIATELY' and all the insisting like she is the most important person in the world and everyone has to drop what they are doing to help her first because she's so fucking important and she has an APPOINTMENT to get to. As if no one else's time is important to them. AAARRRGHH!!!
Anyway, the guy was out pretty quick and it only took like a minute to jump it on the portable charger thingy that he had. He said it probably just went dead because it hadn't been started in a while. I usually use the car a couple times a week but this time I hadn't used it in 8 days. Ma was only 5 minutes late to her appt. so no harm done. She's so ridiculous. I could have just dropped her off in the other vehicle and picked her up later(long story about the other vehicle) but she has to have her valet(me) with her at all times. /sarc
So that was my 'eventful' day. I can't say I've been up to much. I mowed the lawn and trimmed the hedges Friday and Saturday and that's about it.
When you finish brushing up on your math, are you going to look for a paying gig or is it just for shits and giggles?
She is soooo embarrassing with her NPD behavior
I get what you're saying but really she's only embarrassing herself, not you. Nobody thinks that you are responsible for your mothers' behavior. Whatever she says or does is not your fault, it can't be your fault. Her behavior does not reflect on you as a person.
And you are nothing like your mother, so any criticism of her is never any criticism of you. Give yourself a break :)
it probably just went dead
If your car battery goes dead after 8 days then either there's something wrong with your car or you need a new car battery.
the other vehicle
I imagine this to be a vintage motorcycle with a sidecar. :P
When you finish brushing up on your math
I want to learn how to solve and work with differential equations, partly because those have always puzzled me and partly because I have an interest in engineering. So maybe I'll go buy some book about engineering when I'm done with the math and study that. I doubt I could find any paying gig with these very basic math skillz BTW. :/
I get what you're saying but really she's only embarrassing herself I hate being subjected to it and I hate to see other people have to deal with it. She's very, very difficult All. The. Time.
something wrong with your car or you need a new car battery. That's what I was thinking. But then again, I hardly ever drive it and when I do, it's only for short distances, so maybe I'm not driving it enough for the battery to stay charged up.
a vintage motorcycle with a sidecar. I wish! I'd love to have one of those. They're tres cool! The other vehicle is a Toyota truck that has a Lojack anti-theft device on it with a kill switch. The problem is the doc office is across the street from a "tower farm" for the local TV and radio stations so with all the interference, the keyless remote doesn't want to work to deactivate the alarm system so if you try to just get in and start the thing with the key it won't go because of the kill switch. So that's why I have to use my car to go over there.
So all this math stuff is just for personal enrichment? Do you ever think about going back to work? If you can't do something in what you were trained for do you have any other interests?
I hate being subjected to it and I hate to see other people have to deal with it.
I can imagine. What has it to do with you being embarrassed?
so maybe I'm not driving it enough for the battery to stay charged up.
That's possible. If it's a lead battery then it may need a refill of demineralised(?) water.
the keyless remote doesn't want to work to deactivate the alarm system
Must have been mystifying the first time that happened.
Do you ever think about going back to work?
Honestly? Not that much. Right now, there's not a whole lot of jobs available and I think I'm still not *sane* enough to take on the jobs that are on offer. It's not that I'm a lunatic or something, I've just never found a place where I felt I belonged or felt even remotely wanted. I'm worried about getting depressed again. I'm worried about letting people at work down. I'm worried about being disliked (or liked for that matter). I still have an emotional battery that has a very limited capacity. It drains really quickly when I have to be around people for longer periods.
And what are your job prospects, dear Xul?
What has it to do with you being embarrassed? I've been reading up on that personality disorder website/support group thingy. What I've had to deal with my whole life is something they call "enmeshment" where the parent sees the child as an extension of themselves. My whole life I've felt like I'm conjoined with her, like a Siamese twin. And I hate it. I'm an adult and I don't want to be with my mommy 24/7. The problem is, because I'm with her all the fucking time, it's like people see us as some sort of Siamese twin creature. Whatever she does or says seems to get associated with me, too. It's not normal. Every aspect of my life involves her, whether it's work, going to the grocery store, whatever. It's so fucking weird it's like we're married or something. She doesn't see me as a separate entity from her and it seems that others see it that way as well. If I'm in a store and I run into someone I know, then they always automatically ask about her. It's all so weird.
Must have been mystifying the first time that happened. Nah, I think I figured out the problem immediately.
It's not that I'm a lunatic or something Certainly not! You don't strike me as a looney.
I've just never found a place where I felt I belonged or felt even remotely wanted. I've never felt like I fit into most places where I've worked, either. It's always like high school all over again. I usually get along in workplaces where most of the people are in their 50's or 60's.
I'm worried about getting depressed again. I think I've spent most of my life rather depressed. It's not a fun place to be. :::hugs:::
I still have an emotional battery that has a very limited capacity. It drains really quickly when I have to be around people for longer periods. Yeah, I know what ya mean. It's all so very exhausting. Especially in my line of work where I have to be around lots of people for hours and hours. When I get home I just want to lock myself in my room and not talk to anyone until I decompress.
And what are your job prospects, dear Xul? Well, I've looked on the internet for things in my industry but I haven't made any inquiries. When I bring it up to my mother there's always a million reasons why I can't do this or that. It's always the same story ever since I was little. Anytime I suggest something it is always deflated. I'm to the point where I half don't give a shit any more. I worked for 18 years for her benefit. I don't have anything to show for it. Now I take the attitude of fuck it! I'm taking a break and I can just live off her for a while. The only problem with that is she spends more than her social security check each month so I've been watching all the savings steadily dwindle away and then all that money that was hard earned and saved will be gone and I will have absolutely nothing to show for all my hard work.
It all sucks. No part of my life is anywhere near normal. I have no friends or family to go to for help. I feel trapped and isolated and very depressed.
My whole life I've felt like I'm conjoined with her, like a Siamese twin.
Yeah, I experience something similar. The first years after I had left home (in 1995) I still went to eat and wash my clothes at my parents house every weekend. Then I limited that to once every 2 weeks and later stopped going there regularly at all. That was a difficult process of separating me and my parents. And now I'm back. It's different this time though. My parents got used to me being away and I got used to being on my own over the years.
I had never heard of that term "enmeshment".
If I'm in a store and I run into someone I know, then they always automatically ask about her. It's all so weird.
IDK, I think it's kind of a natural thing to do. People often feel they have to have conversations with people they run into and family is the easiest topic to cover. In fact, some people would be offended if you didn't ask them about their family. With me people often ask me first about my diabetes (which got a little annoying after a while) and then they ask me how my parents or my sister's family are doing.
Thankfully (or unfortunately) I don't run into people that often. :)
until I decompress.
Yeah, there never seems to be enough time for that to happen with me.
When I bring it up to my mother there's always a million reasons why I can't do this or that.
An obvious and simple remedy for that would be to not bring it up to your mother. Is it really necessary to get your mother involved in this? If so, have you tried asking her to (help) find you a job?
BTW my mother tends to do the same (and my father as well only less so these days). I tell my parents as little as possible about my personal life or whatever I get up to.
I've been watching all the savings steadily dwindle away
Have you considered getting your own bank account?
I feel trapped and isolated and very depressed.
Anyone would be in your situation, I think. :::Hugs::: right back at ya :) Oh, and enjoy your break to the fullest, I'd say.
The first years after I had left home How did you manage that? I'm not being facetious, I'd like to know more. My parents divorced a year after I finished high school. My dad had stopped paying the bills(he was the main income earner) and I had to start working with my mother to help pay for things or else we could all live in a cardboard box since that is what happens when you don't pay your bills. I've never had a chance to be on my own. I wasn't making enough to have my own place so I had to live at home. It's all such a long story that goes even farther than all of that.
I had never heard of that term "enmeshment". Yeah, I'm learning all sorts of terminologies. :)
family is the easiest topic to cover I was thinking about that last night and maybe I'm just being hypersensitive. But then, I don't have a BF, husband, kids, my own life like normal people, etc. that they could ask about and that upsets me.
to not bring it up to your mother. Then I'm accused of being "secretive" or plotting against her. All part of the PD arsenal. They want all your plans to fit in with what their plans are. It all has to be micromanaged so they can always feel in control. It's all so exhausting. I'm so worn down from it...it's just easier to give up. That's why I've had avoidant tendencies my whole life.
If so, have you tried asking her to (help) find you a job? No. My dad's big contribution was to tell me that they were looking for someone at the bowling alley that he goes to. Since I didn't want to do that, then he starts with he bull crap that 'Oh, you think you're too good for that just like your mother.' Of course, my mother has all her usual gloom and doom reasons why I shouldn't work there. I just wish I had a normal family that was supportive and not nasty all the time.
I tell my parents as little as possible about my personal life or whatever I get up to. I'm the same way, not that I have much of a personal life outside of the internet. ;P
Have you considered getting your own bank account? I had gotten one at the suggestion of the crazy blogger around 7 years ago. Then there was all the financial turmoil in'08 and I closed the account. I didn't have much in there anyway and I made the mistake of opening the account at the same back where I have the joint account so the stupid bank combined all the statement in one letter and mommy dearest found out about a month after the fact. I was accused of all sorts of things. I know better now. It would just get more complicated if I opened another one and would involve more "sneaking" around and I just don't have the energy for it.
:::Hugs::: Thanks! I could have used them last night. I worked myself into a real depressed crying episode, complete with wishing I hadn't been born and wondering how many apple seeds I'd have to save up to poison myself. Now I'm back to almost normal. :)
How did you manage that?
I had a job as a programmer at the time. This turned out to be a temporary situation so after that I lived off welfare and a number of shitty temp jobs. Doing my laundry at my parents' house and eating there in the weekend helped save money but I was still pretty poor most of the time.
that they could ask about and that upsets me.
Yeah, that bothers me too. Not as much these days but still.
That's why I've had avoidant tendencies my whole life.
It is demotivating when the road to success is made to seem that much longer. Maybe you just have to get better at hiding hings from her?
the bowling alley that he goes to. Since I didn't want to do that
Why didn't you want to do that? Can't be that much harder than what you usually do?
not that I have much of a personal life outside of the internet
Oh, I'm willing to bet that I have less of a personal life than you do :P
I just don't have the energy for it.
It sounds like your mother is sucking the life out of you. Do you see yourself as weak?
I worked myself into a real depressed crying episode
I'm really sorry to hear that.
wondering how many apple seeds I'd have to save up to poison myself.
I'll have to put that in the "unrealistic suicide fantasies" folder :P
Anyway, glad your feeling somewhat normal again. :)
Why didn't you want to do that? Can't be that much harder than what you usually do? It's not that the work would be "hard" it's that the place is exceptionally skeevy. It is not in a nice area...just driving past it makes your skin crawl. I used to work with a couple French Canadian ladies who had went there *once*. They complained about it and what a nasty place it was and the people who went there were shady and low class. Just the sort of place my dad would hang out at. I don't want to work in a place where I have to have too much personal interaction, especially with people like that.
Oh, I'm willing to bet that I have less of a personal life than you do :P I'm not too sure about that! ;P
Do you see yourself as weak? Emotionally weak because of life-long conditioning. Although, I'm getting better thanks to resources on the intertoobs.
I'll have to put that in the "unrealistic suicide fantasies" folder :P Yeah, I think I needed 100 or more seeds to get enough cyanide to off myself. That's a lot of damn apples and I don't live in Washington! ;P
glad your feeling somewhat normal again. Thanks! There was a bit of an "incident" last night. Got me all pissed off and fired up. I guess it's enough for another post! LOL
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