Regular Rachel Ray

I came home at 4:00...this morning...and I feel it this morning. Well, I feel it now that I'm up doing stuff. But, I had to...had to stay out, that is! I was out and about - dancing at this late night - totally Thai/bar girl hang out/weirdo - club. Regardless...(If there is something to be known about me - it is that I love dancing. Love. I love dancing so much that I will literally stay at a place with shitty top 40 music, so that I might be able to dance longer. I will let my friends and family abandon me on the dance floor. No matter. I feel like a Dane Cook sketch - "Let's just make a circle around our shoes and pocketbooks and just danceeee".)...I had to.

The place we took over with our dance antics is a place called Laguna?...Lagona? I believe it is a "lagoon" + "Uhh" sound. Laguna? We will go with it. Spelling is difficult right now. It was chaos, of course. After I realized that it was 4 in the morning, I came home and proceeded to whip up some....french toast....umm, however, I distinctly remember mixing up the egg and milk in the wok I was frying the french toast in...kinda like a bread-milk-egg soup. Some call it single pot cooking...I call it - this is what drunk-Nicola-in-Asia has to work with. Wok it out. I also remember that it didn't go so well for me...the french toast, that is.

Maybe soggy wok-made french toast was what my body was calling for...jury is still out.
Is it a rule of science, though, that governs over taste and drunk cooking? If I was chart-making-savvy...savvy...haha what a funny thing to have two "v"s next to each other....yes, if I was chart making savvy, I would make something that demonstrates the relationship between inebriation and quality control. It is pretty self explanatory...drunkness increases...food quality decreases...but I tend to become prit-ty good at cooking somewhere in the middle...

Wait - I've got free time...I'm making a graph! (Only made possible on those kind of mornings...)

Notice there is a spike in the graph when I reach a certain level of drunk..this is no mistake. This is what I'm talking about! Skills! Actually, no. (I am not a cook in any sense...due to my lack of patience...however, incidentally, I'm better at cooking than I am at baking, only because when you forget ingredients while cooking - you can usually try to salvage the meal, but with baking you really only have one shot to get it right) So, why the spike? Well, my cooking abilities start in a low place, therefore the quality is poor, but as I get more inebriated, I try harder and I focus more on the task at hand...oh, and follow directions! This is why cooking whilst drinking some wine is so much fun and just a good idea all around! Haha! However, after it reaches that perfect point of drunk and tasty...it takes a nosedive really and I end up with single wok-pot cooking.

I really wish that someone would have documented this. No, not really. It was fucked up.

In regard to my month-o-sobriety...I didn't make it. I couldn't hack a whole month without drinking apparently. I almost made it a full week....yeahhh...I've got some work to do. I did, though, cut down significantly. The times that I did actually drink were reduced to a handful and I think that is an accomplishment. As my wise friend, Charlie, says, "If you are going to say 'everything in moderation', then you need moderation in moderation too."

Can't argue with that! Here, here! Ahhh shoot. Well, happy Saturday morning...I hope that those who are now thinking about french toast making, are doing so in a sober state - notice the graph! Adhere to the chart!

Lastly, if you can't take the heat and/or don't belong in the kitchen - then the tastiest part of your morning might be some TASTY BEATS!...haha I'm ridiculous this morning....

Cool music. Geographer. :) Check it.

Now, if I could only get someone to make me some food...

:)