... well, I'd scream like a girl and de-eye myself as quickly as possible. Hell, I may de-eye myself soon if it doesn't go away, as I don't like it when it hurts to blink. That's not fun. Blinking is necessary, and good. I am aware that gouging out my own eye would probably cause some pain, but I can handle pain that I inflict on myself. That's generally not a problem (whiny though I may be). But pain that appears from nowhere for no reason drives me insane. I suppose it is just that I am a control freak - I even want total say in how and when I hurt.
>___> And if I get rid of one eye, I get to wear an eyepatch ALL THE TIME. Even to church, and mom won't give me sass about it. Hmmmm...
I mean, it's not like I NEED both eyes most of the time anyway... And the right eye has worse vision....
Yeah, my brain is totally trying to kill me. I can justify chopping off most of my non-essential-for-life body parts if I try hard enough. I find it hilarious that I am 'eh' about most body mods*, but the idea of cutting off a finger or hand (or chunk of ear, or eye, or toe, or breasts) always seems like such a good one.
I am hoping to try a crazy new recipe tonight. Crazy in the sense that it has not been tried and tested with my family, and therefore I have no idea whether or not they will go anywhere near it. I'm thinking zucchini-type pancakes made with shredded and lightly seasoned steamed zucchini mixed with a bit of cheese and egg (just enough to hold it together) and cooked on a skillet, topped with a black bean sauce, salsa, and sour cream, served with rice on the side (all meals for Dad require rice). Maybe some corn as well. It sounds tasty in my head, but the above few paragraphs demonstrate just how reliable my head is, and I've never seen a recipe online that was similar enough to allow me to compare the reviews. It could be changed up a bit, maybe mix in breadcrumbs and top with tomato sauce for a vegetarian chicken parmesan sort of dish. Except that my dad doesn't like tomato sauce, and then it woudn't be low-carb deliciousness anymore.
The problems with this are:
If I can get Dad and Emma to eat it, my job will be done (maybe I'll serve hers with tomato sauce - she'll consume zucchini with tomato sauce without a problem). The others are either flexible enough to consume it (at least, they will probably try it), or are capable of making their own food without maiming themselves or burning down the kitchen.
And now you know how Jenni cooks. Several of you are probably re-evaluating your stance on receiving food from me. :D
I probably won't get to make it tonight, as only the picky eaters will be here (teenagers are marching in a football game), and we seem to have a large quantity of some sort of cassarole in our fridge. Dunno if it's for us or someone else, though. If it isn't ours, maybe Mom will let me experiment. Yay!
I ought to make a cooking icon. Mmmm, cooking. Though that'd mean a lot more recipe-babble on here.
It is almost mid-September. Which means Halloween stuff everywhere. BATS! WOOOO! I love this time of year. It is like a delicious cream-filled pastry, only it is not a pastry it is the world, and it is filled with bats instead of cream. So really, it is not the least bit like a delicious cream-filled pastry except for the fact that both are enjoyable.
Also, Anyone in southern California want a pair of 14 week-old cats? They are adorable.
*Rarely do I think tattoos/piercings/etc improve a person's looks. Sometimes they don't have an effect either way, but the majority of the time I think they look horribly stupid and really detract from whatever beauty the person had. It depends on the type of mod and the person. Odds are if you are on ye olde flist that I either actually like your piercings/tattoos/cat attached to your shoulder by skin grafts, or don't care for 'em and like you anyway.