This is Getting Out of Control

I've found myself developing a fascination with cooking, baking and ice-cream-making. Last night, I got bored while I was watching the Vancouver/Chicago game so I decided to make use out of those left over strawberries before they went bad.

My initial desire was to find and make a great strawberry limeade only I didn't have any limeade concentrate available and it was 10 o'clock at night. I needed to do something else.

Somehow I fell on a great blog by Alison Lewis called "Ingredients, Inc." with a recipe for Strawberry Granita (its a sort of Sicilian Italian Ice). I had strawberries and lime juice so why not jump in feet first?

The recipe was pretty easy. Slice 2lbs of strawberries, add 6 tblspoons of sugar, stir. Let sit. Add 1 cup of water and lime juice to taste, puree and freeze for 3 hours. Stir and freeze for 5hrs or overnight. Thaw for 10 minutes, grab a fork and "fluff" it. Yeah baby!

This seemed idiot proof enough for me to try. Here's some pictures:








Strawberries + Sugar = Strawberry Pie type filling. Who knew?

I don't bake!












An hour later, the mixture's a little more saucy and sexy looking.






Pureed, covered and ready to freeze for a few hours.

And Finally: the finished product.

The presentation leaves something to be desired but it'd be really tasty
with a traditional brioche or even some Italian custard!

So yeah, my hot-as-balls boyfriend says that he's going to start calling me Betty Crocker for real. I told him that he shouldn't get too excited (even though between me and the 5 people that read this, the reason I started getting interested in this was because I sort of wanted to cook for him but now I'm just hooked and can't get away from it). I'm a novice. I don't think that my cooking can stand up to Betty Crocker's, Paula Deen's, Rachel Ray's or even stand up... I think my cooking would flop over like the dead fish it was if I was making steamed salmon.

I finally decided on my boyfriend's gift to go along with dinner (HEY, BOYFRIEND, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, QUIT IT NOW PLEASE). I'm committed to it since I immediately purchased it and requested rushed shipping as soon as I got home from work too. Check this out! I made a contact for Pittsburgh home games this afternoon and plan on calling in a favor for tickets soon enough! So I figure the gift, plus dinner and tickets and a few accessories and a girl can't lose.

I'm watching the Pirates play the Reds right now. Its a replay of the earlier game. I'm starting to realize that baseball players are such a definitely a significant breed of man. They all have facial hair, they all chew tobacco and they all "adjust" themselves when they're in the outfield as if there's no one else around.

They're kind of disgusting.

And my hot-as-balls boyfriend used to pitch.

I'm also impressed with how many different ways their are to wear a baseball uniform. I thought uniforms were uniforms meaning that they UNIFORMLY presented individuals as an entire team. Some guys wear their shirts untucked, some wear them firmly tucked in. Others wear their socks over their pants, most don't. Very strange.

The Pirates also have more uniforms than I have outfits in my closet.

Anyway...

I got called a bad friend last night. It really, really hurt my feelings a lot. Orlando and I had it out like my exhusband and I used to all the time. Being so stubborn, I wouldn't hang up and he finally hung up on me at 3am. I'm not sure how I went from being a great friend a month ago to being the worst person he knows in the matter of about 4 weeks. I think that's a record, even for me. I don't know, I just know I'm really hurt and don't deserve being talked to the way I was talked to last night.

I hate losing friends over dumb shit.

But, you know what... if how he really felt about me came out last night--I guess he wasn't my friend after all. I'm just sort of broken hearted about it, I guess. I thought Orlando was a guy I could count on or depend on... a guy who said he'd be there for me always. He told me before, "You're a great girl. You got me for life. I got your back for life." Another broken promise, look what happens when I trust people.

What a Debbie Downer of an entry here. I'll get my shit together and try again tomorrow.