Generation Sasquatch

So the other day I was watching a baseball game (what a fucking end to the season it is!) and saw another one of the "Messin' with Sasquatch" commercials. I'm not going to name the product because I feel no need to shill for them, but I do really enjoy the commercials. They make me laugh. Poor goddamn beast.

But then something strange and wonderful happened. I had an epiphany. A fucking commercial gave me an epiphany! I turned to my BF and blurted, "We're not Generation X! We're Generation Sasquatch!"

It's true. Anyone who was a child in the 1970s (yes, I'm old) knows this. The heyday of Bigfoot, D.B. Cooper, the Loch Ness Monster, "In Search Of..."

I feel so nostalgic right now.

By the way -- there's a Bigfoot Field Researchers Organization. Yes, really.

Hungry Zombies

There's a new study out that shows people who more often use intuition, rather than "reflective" thinking (logic?), are more likely to be religious. Who's surprised?

On a related note, if the United States were taken over by zombies today, I think the zombies would starve.

That is all.

Carrot Soup

Apparently I am destined to be a food blogger, whether that was my original intention or not. It is what it is, as I am fond of saying. So...cold carrot soup.

I really wish I could find the recipe that inspired this soup, but it's mine now, so fuck it. So here's what I do. I sautee a couple chopped leeks in olive oil, with a bit of fresh-ground pepper and some curry powder. Meantime I prepare two-plus pounds of carrots and a few jalapenos. I throw these into the sautee with just enough water to cover all the veggies. After roughly twenty minutes of simmering (are the carrots soft enough?), I puree the soup, add a cup of orange juice (grapefruit juice might make an interesting alternative), and put the mix in the fridge. Hours later, I will put together some vegan sour cream (soft tofu, rice vinegar, canola oil, and jalapeno peppers) and serve this with the soup and fresh cilantro.

Carrots, curry, and orange juice? I thought it was bizarre too, when I read the recipe. It fucking rocks.