Rooney and the First of Foodstuffs

These past few days have been exhilarating.

On Saturday night I helped my mum make tilapia, which I'll easily admit is not my favorite fish. We were stuck, though, and we needed some creativity. So I decided to whip out some roasted red peppers and balsamic vinegar for a topping, which added a nice touch. Even so, I would've liked more flavor for such a bland dish. That recipe will be posted shortly.

On Sunday night, bored of drilling myself for my history exam the next day, I retired to the kitchen for some serious therapy. I braised portobella mushrooms and split asparagus in soy sauce and topped it with a fried egg, thus making a little nest. To go with it I made a tangy cream sauce that I'm rather proud of. In the future I'd like to poach the egg, though I saw my dad do this once, and the process looks intimidating. This recipe should also be up soon.

Last night a family friend came over to help us plan our upcoming trip to Italy, which I'm increasingly excited for. For that I made what she called insalata mescolato, which is Italian for mixed salad. It was overly simple but aesthetically pleasing, so I'll share it anyways. The recipe should be posted soon. (If I learn how to enter links I'll add those eventually, just to make it easier on you.)

After dinner last night I went to a Rooney concert on a whim, as they were playing a free concert at the University of Arkansas, and it was one of those crazy opportunities you just have to take. I haven't listened to Rooney regularly on my own, but my sister liked them when she was younger, so the music was still familiar. Regardless, I feel I can enjoy myself even more if there's no sentimental value to the music I'm listening to. For example, I went to a Jack Johnson concert last summer, and I had spent some time perfecting my lyrics beforehand so that I could adequately sing along at the show. The problem was, though, that I cared too much about singing along that I didn't actually listen. So Rooney was perfect. I danced crazily, of course, and felt so refreshed afterwards. I can understand why people find my dancing off-putting, but it's one of the few instances that I completely let go of my inhibitions in public. I just wish I had an equally crazy dance partner.

I figure that's an adequate enough first real post. I hope you enjoyed it. I'll post recipes soon!

Have a lovely evening.