For anyone this may come in handy for someday:
If you're grating ginger, don't attempt to blow the bits of ginger out of the other side of the grater. I'm not sure I will ever feel my lips again.
Also, don't balance the cutting board on the edge of the counter, unless you want a floor covered in onions (yes, no matter what you're cutting it'll turn into onions when it hits the floor, because I say so).
In other, still cooking-related news, in case anyone has forgotten how much of a sap I am... I've had some celery in my fridge since the last time I had a craving for celery and peanut butter which was probably in late September. I pulled it out today, expecting it to be gross mush, but instead it had grown and all its little pale leaves were pointing up, like it was reaching for some kind of light. And now I feel bad cutting it up and eating it, because it's alive and it has enough will to try to grow, even though it's been in my cold dark fridge in a plastic bag for... two months. It's gutsy celery! ...My goodness, if I can't even eat plants how am I going to survive? (It's a good thing I never see my meat while it's alive. If the cornish game hens I have for tomorrow suddenly started reaching towards the top of my fridge, I think I'd have other problems.)
If you're grating ginger, don't attempt to blow the bits of ginger out of the other side of the grater. I'm not sure I will ever feel my lips again.
Also, don't balance the cutting board on the edge of the counter, unless you want a floor covered in onions (yes, no matter what you're cutting it'll turn into onions when it hits the floor, because I say so).
In other, still cooking-related news, in case anyone has forgotten how much of a sap I am... I've had some celery in my fridge since the last time I had a craving for celery and peanut butter which was probably in late September. I pulled it out today, expecting it to be gross mush, but instead it had grown and all its little pale leaves were pointing up, like it was reaching for some kind of light. And now I feel bad cutting it up and eating it, because it's alive and it has enough will to try to grow, even though it's been in my cold dark fridge in a plastic bag for... two months. It's gutsy celery! ...My goodness, if I can't even eat plants how am I going to survive? (It's a good thing I never see my meat while it's alive. If the cornish game hens I have for tomorrow suddenly started reaching towards the top of my fridge, I think I'd have other problems.)
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I'm coating my birds in molasses and bourbon and stuffing them with tangerines. It's gonna be... very interesting. And hopefully tasty.
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Aaaa celery, you did good! ;A;
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I feel like I should at least take a picture of it.
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Don't feel alone in your vegetable sympathy. I've been known to save cloves of garlic in cups on my window sill (and name them) because they've sprouted leaves everywhere and look too happy to die.
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There's a part of me that wants to see how long my celery can live, but I kind of feel like being eaten is more of a noble death than rotting and being thrown away. I don't think I can keep celery alive in my window (as much as I'd like to).
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You know, that's a good point. A noble death that suits its function! *tragic hero pose*
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