Armed with strawberries and Nutella, and some vanilla cream tea from a tea bag (Giles would be so disappointed), I am ready to continue my Grand Buffy Rewatch. I’m starting about an hour later than I’d meant to, and I’m pretty distracted by the Nutella right now, but oh well.
One of my favorite things about being part time is how much more I get to cook. I love to eat, so I love to cook, and the fact that I only have to be in the office 2-3 days a week has only furthered my love of feeding myself (and others! I am Peruvian and Italian; if I didn’t like to feed others, the only explanation would be that I’m a changeling and the real Christina is off gallivanting with the Wee Folk or else was eaten by them nigh on 26 years ago).
My favorite comfort food is noodles, hands down. BUT I’m doing this low carb diet thing, lately, probably because I hate pleasure, idk — ANYWAY. I really wanted soup today, ramen in particular. Since I can’t/won’t eat carbs, I made ramen-less ramen, which is almost but not quite as good. I’ve had a particularly productive morning — I woke up, wrote up a cover letter for a part time writing position, organized some writing coven things, and then wrote roughly a thousand words of novel I’m working on. Usually I don’t like my meals to take too much time away from my writing time (which is why I worship at the alter of my slow cooker, lately) but this took just under an hour and was entirely worth it, if I do say so myself. And I do.
So, as some of the nerdierparts of the Internet have been crowing, today is the 18th anniversary of“Welcome to the Hellmouth”, the first ever episode of my very favorite show Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It wasn’t the first episode I ever saw; that was “Hush” when I was in sixth grade, and I was so scared after seeing the Gentlemen floating around eviscerating people that I didn’t watch BtVS for a full two weeks after that.
But I couldn’t stay away long, and I spent probably the next two weeks yelling at my parents until they let me catch up with the rest of the show. (They thought it was too violent, and too sexy.) I’d been banished from watching Xena for the very same reason, and as a young and helpless eight year old, I’d played by the rules; I’m only now catching up on Xena on Netflix. Buffy was already in Season 4 by the time I encountered it, though, and by then I was a teenibopper hellion; they would have had to pry BtVS out of my cold dead hands. Instead, my dad relented on the condition that we watch it together, which if you ask me is a pretty excellent parenting technique. I still don’t know if I ever want spawn of my own, but I can honestly say that watching BtVS for the first time with a future daughter puts a pretty big tick in the pro-column.
*immediately runs off to read a horrifying birth story about calcium-leaching placentas and episiotomies*
ANYYYYYWAY. Like any true Scoobiestan, I have the entire box set of BtVS on DVD. I also have Seasons 1-4 on DVD, separately, because I started buying them separately with my allowance in high school, and then I got a real job like a grown up in college and was just like FUCK IT, why not have roughly 1.5 box sets.
Pour oil into the slow cooker and season with garlic powder, onion flakes. Cube the pork loin and sweet potato (pealed). Add curry, soy sauce, plum wine vinegar to taste. Add to the slow cooker and let cook for 1-2 hours on high.
Rinse and slice the okra and cherry tomatoes. Take 4-5 garlic cloves of garlic, crush, peal. Add okra, tomatoes, and garlic cloves to the slow cooker for another 1-1.5 hours, switching to low heat in the last 45 minutes or so. Also add some cayenne pepper to taste, if you so desire.