Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #30 -- Take a Tour of Trevor's ... uhh.. kitchen?
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| Thirteen things resembling food -- sort of -- in Trevor's kitchen 1. Mold that even Sonya Voss can't remove during her periodic cleaning sessions. 2. an empty pack of cigarettes 3. overflowing ashtrays 4. a beer or two in the fridge for company 5. ketchup for take-out fries 6. A mountain of napkins from take-out places including Big Buck's Best Barbecue, Harry's Hoagies, and the ice cream stand on the way to Daniel's house and the band's practice space. 7. matchbooks from the bar below his apartment, Moon Shadows, and All Access. 8. Hostess Cupcakes 9. empty pizza boxes, one of which contains a really old, half-finished piece of pizza. Trevor had considered auctioning it off at a show, but Mitchell refused. It's been here so long, it's like a mascot. 10. A backup carburetor for the Vincent that he built himself and may or may not blow up if he tries to use it. 11. A jar of chunky peanut butter with a knife sticking out of it. The knife makes it easier to grab a mouthful on the way out the door. 12. Rolling papers 13. Coupons to Lyric's shop. |
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Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #29 -- What's in Daniel and Val's kitchen?
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| In keeping with the theme I began two weeks ago, when we looked at Mitchell and Kerri's kitchen and its contents, this week, let's take a look at Daniel and Val's kitchen. For those of you too lazy to follow the links, Daniel is ShapeShifter's drummer and Val, his long-time girlfriend who trained as a chef but quit the restaurant business when it got too much. Look for a new outtake featuring Daniel, Val, and their kitchen over the weekend. And for you meme lovers, another one I'll let the band answer. 1. A sourdough starter 2. a windowsill herb garden (that overflows onto the patio, in ever-expanding pots) 3. A wide variety of teas 4. Phone numbers for three butchers 5. ten kinds of chocolate and/or cocoa, not counting hidden candy bars 6. A variety of wines, ports, and other highbrow alcoholic delicacies that you wouldn't expect a rock star to know a thing about. Mostly, he doesn't. Val, however, does. She's not a rock star, so your expectation here was met perfectly. 7. Locally produced clover honey 8. chick peas, tahini, lemons (for juicing), and garlic 9. Phone numbers and schedules for the local CSA 10. Ping's Soy Sauce. Lots of it. 11. Bodacious Sauce. Not quite as much of it. 12. organic cranberry granola bars (Daniel's favorites. Eric's too, come to think about it) 13. One of those undercounter TVs that's hooked up to the cable in case Daniel starts to go through CNN withdrawal. And because the voting's not closed yet... And if you've missed it somehow, Just a reminder... go vote for me!     Yes, I'm totally going to torture you with this until the voting closes on May 22. So go vote, will ya? If you've already voted, why not register under another e-mail address? You'll get to vote again that way! |
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Thursday Thirteen #27 -- What's in the kitchen?
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| Last week, I created Mitchell and Kerri's farmhouse for you, but didn't do it totally Cribs style, by showing you what's in their refrigerator. By popular demand... not just their fridge, but foods found in their pantry, as well. Here you go. 1. orange juice, beer, and Mountain Dew (Mitchell's drinks of choice, in order of preference, by and large) 2. pancake mix (This is important in the opening chapter of Trevor's Song.) 3. coffee (Yeah, Kerri goes for it when M's not around.) 4. brownie mix, as seen here 5. apples, oranges, grapes, and pears 6. Dragon Food -- a box of catfood that Kerri recovered and that she uses to threaten him with when he shapeshifts from his usual, mild-mannered self into the dragon his fans know and love. 7. jarred mushrooms, as seen here 8. Salad fixings -- varieties of lettuce, bell peppers, cucumber, carrots, broccoli, celery, cauliflower. Most of these make convenient snack foods, too. 9. bread that Val made by hand (no bread machine for her) and gave Kerri, who'd just finished the loaf she'd put in her bread machine. (You think an artist has time to knead dough?) 10. six kinds of balsamic vinegar, as seen here 11. random sketch pads and pencils that Kerri leaves places -- the pantry, the kitchen table, the counters 12. potato chips (ever notice how Mitchell's always eating them? They also have a part in the current WIP.) 13. ice cream, chocolate sauce, and other things that leave the sheets a disaster but are darn fun at the time. And because the voting's not closed yet... And if you've missed it somehow, Just a reminder... go vote for me! Yes, I'm totally going to torture you with this until the voting closes on May 22. So go vote, will ya? If you've already voted, why not register under another e-mail address? You'll get to vote again that way! |
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Monday, May 08, 2006
Fiction Outtake: This one's for us girls! (Post-Trevor's Song era)
Mitchell wasn't having much luck reading his guitar magazine. He knew it was stupid to sit at the kitchen table and try to read in the first place, but Kerri wasn't helping matters any.
She was pacing around the cooking area, stopping to open the pantry, the refrigerator, the cabinets. She'd move things around, dig a bit in the freezer for something near the back, close everything up again, and move on to the next spot.
Over and over.
She was on her twelfth circuit when he'd had enough.
"Woman, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I need chocolate. I can't believe we don't have any chocolate. Why is there no chocolate in this house?" she asked as she took every single thing off one of the pantry shelves.
Mitchell got up to take a look at the things she was putting on the floor. Pancake mix, syrup, cans of tuna, corn starch -- that was the sort of stuff he was expecting to see. And he supposed he remembered picking up that bottle of Big Buck's Bodacious Sauce the last time he'd been at Big Buck's for some ribs.
But when it came to things like a dry scone mix, a paper cup of corn chowder that needed to have water added before it was anything but powder, and six varieties of balsamic vinegar, all he could do was scratch his head. Some of it he could blame on Val, who loved to force her gourmet finds on them. Some of it might have come from Nancy, and some of it… who knew? Maybe one of Amy's jokes again?
"Ker," he asked softly as she growled and started putting things back, "where'd some of this come from?"
She looked at the can of baby bay shrimp in her hand. "You know," she said slowly, "I have no clue. And you know what else?" she asked, fixing him with a stare that was so bright, it made him wince. "I don't care. It's not chocolate and that is what this is about. Where the fuck is the chocolate?"
He thought fast. The boys were still with Nancy; he had time before she'd want to leave for the day. He could pull this off -- if he moved now.
Mitchell grabbed Kerri by the shoulders and turned her toward the door leading to the garage. "Come with me," he said.
"Where?"
She tried to resist, so he bent and slung her over his shoulder.
"I'm taking you out and we're buying out every single peanut butter cup the store's got. What doesn't make you puke in an hour's going into the freezer."
"Stop!"
When she struggled, he set her down as gently as he could, worried that the way she was moving, she'd hurt herself. Or, worse, he'd hurt her.
"I don't want peanut butter cups. I want…" She licked her lips, her eyes roaming the ceiling. "I want brownies."
"I think I saw a box on the floor."
Kerri looked at him, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Race ya to 'em."
"Nah, you go. Call me when they're done." He started to stroll off, but she tackled him. Thankfully, not hard enough to bring him down, but hard enough to knock some of his wind out. He gave her a scornful look over his shoulder.
"You're eating?" she asked. "Then you're helping bake."
"Only if I get to smear batter on you and lick it off."
"Nope," she said calmly, picking the box of mix up off the floor.
"You do it to me?" he asked hopefully. "Would that be chocolate enough for ya?"
She pressed up against him and gave him one of those infuriating closed-lipped kisses. "Try it and see. But… after we bake these puppies and I've had a few."
Mitchell frowned as she tore into the box. She peered inside, looking so cute he wanted to melt, then with a sheepish smile read the back for the cooking directions.
"You know," he drawled, ready to break and run before she could throw something at him, "in two days, you'll be telling me to take what's left over to the studio because you don't want to gain three pounds just by breathing in their scent."
"You know," she answered, cocking her head slightly, "you could forget about that smearing batter thing, get out of my sight, and let me enjoy my brownies in peace, motherfucker."
Mitchell decided that even Trevor wasn't enough of a fool to hang around after that charming invite. He grabbed his guitar magazine and headed out onto the back porch. Anything to avoid the evil brownie fumes; Kerri would find a way to curse him so he gained three pounds, he was sure of it.
She was pacing around the cooking area, stopping to open the pantry, the refrigerator, the cabinets. She'd move things around, dig a bit in the freezer for something near the back, close everything up again, and move on to the next spot.
Over and over.
She was on her twelfth circuit when he'd had enough.
"Woman, what the fuck are you doing?"
"I need chocolate. I can't believe we don't have any chocolate. Why is there no chocolate in this house?" she asked as she took every single thing off one of the pantry shelves.
Mitchell got up to take a look at the things she was putting on the floor. Pancake mix, syrup, cans of tuna, corn starch -- that was the sort of stuff he was expecting to see. And he supposed he remembered picking up that bottle of Big Buck's Bodacious Sauce the last time he'd been at Big Buck's for some ribs.
But when it came to things like a dry scone mix, a paper cup of corn chowder that needed to have water added before it was anything but powder, and six varieties of balsamic vinegar, all he could do was scratch his head. Some of it he could blame on Val, who loved to force her gourmet finds on them. Some of it might have come from Nancy, and some of it… who knew? Maybe one of Amy's jokes again?
"Ker," he asked softly as she growled and started putting things back, "where'd some of this come from?"
She looked at the can of baby bay shrimp in her hand. "You know," she said slowly, "I have no clue. And you know what else?" she asked, fixing him with a stare that was so bright, it made him wince. "I don't care. It's not chocolate and that is what this is about. Where the fuck is the chocolate?"
He thought fast. The boys were still with Nancy; he had time before she'd want to leave for the day. He could pull this off -- if he moved now.
Mitchell grabbed Kerri by the shoulders and turned her toward the door leading to the garage. "Come with me," he said.
"Where?"
She tried to resist, so he bent and slung her over his shoulder.
"I'm taking you out and we're buying out every single peanut butter cup the store's got. What doesn't make you puke in an hour's going into the freezer."
"Stop!"
When she struggled, he set her down as gently as he could, worried that the way she was moving, she'd hurt herself. Or, worse, he'd hurt her.
"I don't want peanut butter cups. I want…" She licked her lips, her eyes roaming the ceiling. "I want brownies."
"I think I saw a box on the floor."
Kerri looked at him, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Race ya to 'em."
"Nah, you go. Call me when they're done." He started to stroll off, but she tackled him. Thankfully, not hard enough to bring him down, but hard enough to knock some of his wind out. He gave her a scornful look over his shoulder.
"You're eating?" she asked. "Then you're helping bake."
"Only if I get to smear batter on you and lick it off."
"Nope," she said calmly, picking the box of mix up off the floor.
"You do it to me?" he asked hopefully. "Would that be chocolate enough for ya?"
She pressed up against him and gave him one of those infuriating closed-lipped kisses. "Try it and see. But… after we bake these puppies and I've had a few."
Mitchell frowned as she tore into the box. She peered inside, looking so cute he wanted to melt, then with a sheepish smile read the back for the cooking directions.
"You know," he drawled, ready to break and run before she could throw something at him, "in two days, you'll be telling me to take what's left over to the studio because you don't want to gain three pounds just by breathing in their scent."
"You know," she answered, cocking her head slightly, "you could forget about that smearing batter thing, get out of my sight, and let me enjoy my brownies in peace, motherfucker."
Mitchell decided that even Trevor wasn't enough of a fool to hang around after that charming invite. He grabbed his guitar magazine and headed out onto the back porch. Anything to avoid the evil brownie fumes; Kerri would find a way to curse him so he gained three pounds, he was sure of it.
Labels: brownies, chocolate, creative writing, fiction, Kerri, kitchen, Mitchell, outtake
