I did not sleep incredibly well this weekend.
bettyjoan was in town and spent Friday and Saturday night at my place. This was a trip I counted down for; the kids don’t say “da bomb” anymore, but that pretty much sums up bj. She humored me (though I didn’t have to twist her arm to very hard) and partook in fun activities such as cooking, trips to Sephora and shoe shopping. It was a veritable explosion of estrogen.
Of course, there was some drinking. Let me tell you, she looks innocent but the girl can throw back. Even though she accused me of keeping her up past her bedtime, she kept up every step of the way.
This is where sleeping becomes an issue. Now, ya know how when you drink you already have kind of a weird, restless sleep? Well, this isn’t my only sleep issue. If you have been reading here a while, you might remember I sometimes sneak attack spoon my friends. It has happened on more than one occasion and I have an outright complex about it. It is a problem so prolific that while on the phone with Hammer pre-Friday afternoon nap, he felt compelled to warn her: “Watch out, I hear she is a cuddler.”
Now the love I share with my friends is pure and simple and real. I don’t want them scared of waking up entangled in a Lemm pretzel. So, while bettyjoan peacefully slept, I was started awake multiple times by my subconscious fear of holding her ever so gently. While I may need a good hug from time to time, my friends don’t need me attacking them. It really cheapens our relationship when they are constantly rebuffing my advances.
Honestly, the only thing cheap we wanted about the weekend was our dinner. bettyjoan and I issued a little challenge to ourselves to see if we could prepare a dish for less than ten dollars. She took the appetizers…go check it out. This is what I came up with–it is inexpensive, filling, and tasty. Most of the ingredients are pantry staples so it take pennies to pull it together with great results. I think the fire roasted tomatoes in this are clutch; they add a depth in flavor you cannot find in regular canned tomatoes. I love corn tortilas, but feel free to swap in flour ones. I cannot stop making this–for dinner, for breakfast, for a drunken snack. These are really good. I am patting myself on the back right now.
And this, my friends, was cheap but classy. I will let you choose what one I am…

Huevos Rancheros
Sauce
1 tablespoon olive oil
3 tablespoons finely diced red onion
1 can diced fire roasted tomoatoes
2 oz. (half a small canned) green chilis
1 teaspoon cumin
Salt and pepper
Heat oil over medium heat. Add onions and cook for about two minutes. Add tomatoes, chilis, cumin, salt and pepper. Cook for about 30 minutes.
Black Beans
1 tablespoon olive oil
2 tablespoons red onion
1 clove garlic, minced
1 can low salt black beans (not drained)
1 teaspoon coriander
1 teaspoon cumin
Salt and pepper
Heat over medium heat and add garlic and onions (note–you could throw a strip of bacon in here as well). Cook for about three minutes. Add beans, cumin, coriander, salt and pepper. Cook for about 20 minutes over medium low heat.
To assemble
2 teaspoons olive oil
1 corn tortilla
A few tablespoons Mexican cheese (Mexican cheddar, Monterrey Jack…I used Habanero Jack)
An Egg
Salt and pepper
Heat oil in pan for about a minte over medium-high heat. Add tortilla and cook for about a minute. Flip the tortilla and immediately sprinkle cheese on the tortilla. Allow it to melt a bit, about 30 seconds. Crack egg on top of the tortilla, sprinkle with salt and pepper, and allow it to cook for about 1 or 2 minutes (you want the edges and underside white). Some of the egg may creep off the tortilla, but that is fine. When the egg is mostly cooked, flip the tortilla and finish cooking the egg (about 45 seconds). Remove the tortilla/egg, cover with sauce and serve beans on the side. Garnish with sour cream, more cheese, and cilantro.
PS: Don’t forget to check out So Good this week.


10:08 am on January 21st, 2009
At least if you are prone to bedtime cutlery, spooning is infinitely preferable to knifing or, dare I say it, forking with a non consenting bed mate. So instead of fretting, I say count your blessings, if not your cutlery after the guests leave.
No one likes a forced forking.
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10:10 am on January 21st, 2009
As much as I like a drunken snack, I question my ability to make this without making a mess and/or being entirely heavy handed in the assembly process.
I have many years of practice under my belt.
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10:11 am on January 21st, 2009
Wow, first reply! I’d like to thank…
No but those Huevos Rancheros look mighty, mighty good. The tortilla looks almost flat- bread- like. Whenever I go to this place here: http://www.yelp.com/biz/mildreds-corner-cafe-lynn , you best believe I get the Huevos. You know what they serve with it? A whole, pitted, quartered avocado. Think about that. So fuggin’ good. I am incredibly hungry right now.
The avocado sounds awesome…and welcome, not that weird.
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10:12 am on January 21st, 2009
This is bullshit. How could I have been so foolish to think that other people wouldn’t reply as I was typing out my reply?
Awww, its ok.
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10:37 am on January 21st, 2009
I have been known to execute great feats of labor while under the heavy influence of scotch, i.e., changing a car tire, holding a girl’s hair back while she vomits into the toilet, and bringing peace to the middle east, so cooking up some drunk huevos rancheros should be a snap. maybe.
Oh, I have all the faith in the world you could do it.
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10:46 am on January 21st, 2009
Since I’ve been smaller then anyone I’ve tried to cuddle, I call it teaspooning when I attack from the back.
The dish looks great, I could eat 3 of those, but alas I am eating leftover pizza for breakfast. Again.
Teaspooning! Love it.
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10:55 am on January 21st, 2009
I will let you choose what one I am…
You already know my answer…
Can’t I have both?
Yes, but only you.
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10:56 am on January 21st, 2009
I didn’t sleep well this weekend, either. But it was worth it. So I’m not gonna make any typically sarcastic remarks about it. Promise. It’s hard, but I’ll do it. I will.
Thank you for refraining.
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11:02 am on January 21st, 2009
[...] We batted around a lot of ideas for our tandem kitchen adventure, including pie crusts (shot down because of a too-small food processor) and sushi (shot down because the trek to Blacksalt would have been too long and too cold). Then the perfect idea hit us–let’s balance out all of our shopping and expensive boozing by making a budget meal! I was responsible for the appetizer, and Lem was in charge of the main course (which you can read about on Culinary Couture today). [...]
11:26 am on January 21st, 2009
I don’t even particularly like eggs, but those huevos rancheros look delicious.
Peter
They were pretty tasty, I must admit.
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11:43 am on January 21st, 2009
“entangled in a Lemm pretzel”
Can I get that with mustard?
Also, posted a response today that may answer you tattoo question better.
Spicy mustard!
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11:47 am on January 21st, 2009
Thanks for having me. This veritable jungle of attention-pining, good food, dece writing (kidding) and crap-ass reader commentary is my kind of place. But in the future, I think I may shy away from commenting…it makes me feel unimportant. :\
I really probed my mind there, huh?
Crap ass reader commentary? Attention pining? Now now.
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11:48 am on January 21st, 2009
Cumin makes me giggle… because separated it’s Cum In.. and I’m really a 12-year old boy with tig ole bitties.
apparently.
We all are underneath.
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11:53 am on January 21st, 2009
It’s not like I named names, Lemmonex.
This is true, I just like it when people play nice to the other folks here. Why be a buzzkill, ya know?
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12:01 pm on January 21st, 2009
More crap-ass comments
About Lemmonex pretzels
Here’s mine: Mmmm…pretzels.
And saved by the haiku!
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12:03 pm on January 21st, 2009
Why can you just love me for who I am, instead of trying to integrate me with the rest of the flock?
And I can’t play nice because I want my own blog where people love me. :*(
Trade you this job at a 100-year-old newspaper? You get 10 vacation days your first year!
I am not trying to integrate you–let your freak flag fly–I am just saying I like it when people follow basic principles of respect and don’t act like jerks bc they are anonymous. Now I am not saying you are a jerk, but you seem a little…testy. And you know, you can get your own blog.
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12:03 pm on January 21st, 2009
I’ve been waiting for the Huevos Rancheros recipe since you raved about it on Sunday! I think I know what I’m having for dinner tonight…
Welcome 16 paws…hope ya like it.
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12:17 pm on January 21st, 2009
Who the hell would be scared of waking up entangled in a Lemm pretzel? Sounds delicious.
As do huevos rancheros, to return somewhat to the subject. Thanks to proximity to Mexico, there are loads of really good places around here to have them; but making your own is fun and (for some reason) oddly impressive. Excellent breakfast.
I like to having willing participants in my holding…just saying. And thanks.
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12:22 pm on January 21st, 2009
Nobody would visit because I’m testy.
Clearly!
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12:31 pm on January 21st, 2009
Lemmonex is alright,
Bettyjoan is alright,
They’re just a little bit weird.
And drunk.
Surrender! Surrender!
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12:38 pm on January 21st, 2009
Hehe, he said teste.
Snort.
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12:38 pm on January 21st, 2009
I see how it is. Just subtract the bad apple and go on about your blogging. I’ll be over here, conceptualizing angles for my own damn blog. We’re through. You cut caverns in me.
Good to know that when I cut you that you bleed.
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12:44 pm on January 21st, 2009
What’s the over/under on how many comments “not that weird” is going to leave? I say 12 and I’ll take the over.
15 and I will take over.
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12:46 pm on January 21st, 2009
Do not reduce me to a pervert, SD. I said no such thing…
Lem is the one that called me a scrotum! I may be a scrotum, but she’s downright insulting. She really has no tact. None.
I am pretty tactless, it is true. Now on your way if you feel so put off!
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12:48 pm on January 21st, 2009
aw, you’re a cuddler. you’re sweet. id cuddle with you and not ward off your advances.
and as always, YUMMM.
I cannot wait to get you alone.
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12:52 pm on January 21st, 2009
Boy, you are lucky someone helped you to start your day with a healthy dose of caffeine and sugar – you otherwise may have never left the sofa! *Ahem*
And I want both, too. I’m sure LivLuv wouldn’t mind sharing….
Yes, you bringing us coffee and donuts was GREATLY appreciated. You are a kind soul.
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12:52 pm on January 21st, 2009
See.
And I get blamed for pointing out the litany of crap-ass comments? Case in point: apollocreed.
If he ever did learn himself some maths, he would know that at my current pace of ~4 posts per hour, that means I’m likely to make 20 more posts by quittin’ time. Way to play it safe with 12.
As a side note: I will take that bet. How does a trillion dollars sound? Let me know.
OK, not that weird, are things really that slow at your job in California right now?
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12:57 pm on January 21st, 2009
One time freshman year, after a long night out, I woke up spooning my roommate in her bed. Apparently I’d joined her in the middle of the night, but she just took it in stride and scooted over to give me more room. What a keeper.
Now that is a good roomie right there.
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12:59 pm on January 21st, 2009
Spooning is my favorite thing of all time, but it can lead to forking.
And it should be known that I am a superb cuddler. I come highly recommended from all who know the transformative power that is my affection.
I will be the judge of that.
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1:01 pm on January 21st, 2009
Frecks- you are welcome to my couch, my booze, and my love anytime, dear.
A love affair in the making.
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1:02 pm on January 21st, 2009
Boston.
We just sent the .pdfs of this week’s paper to the printers. That means I procrastinate until about 2-ish, when I resume my duties.
So, yes.
OK, well your IP address is in Cali. Also, I can see why you are a combative baby–typical reporter. Goodbye!
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1:09 pm on January 21st, 2009
I smell threesome!
Menage a trois sounds so much classier.
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1:18 pm on January 21st, 2009
Combative? Baby? Combative-baby, no less?
I object.
But I admire your attempt to rile me up.
I’m disappointed by the customer service I received while here. I would like a refund.
This will be my last post.
That leaves me under at 11,
Please send my trillion dollars to the North Pole.
Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. Comment one more time and you are blocked. Have a nice day!
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1:25 pm on January 21st, 2009
See, all this talk about spooning, and I’m even MORE upset that I didn’t get a piece of that Lem pretzel action. Oh, well. At least we had a hot time in the kitchen–and those huevos were SO good. The sauce really made the difference.
Thank you for an AMAZING time. I went to bed at 9 PM last night to make up for our college-esque late nights.
It was not like college in that we didn’t end up naked in an ally with a mariachi band….wait, who said that?
I miss you tons already.
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1:25 pm on January 21st, 2009
One would think that even a Biz Journal hack could write better than that.
Did someone say Penny Saver?
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1:30 pm on January 21st, 2009
SD: Probably. I write for a real rag…
And Lem, I’m not commenting again to get on your tits. Seriously. I’m burying the hatchet. This makes 12 posts total, so that’s a push. I just saved you a trillion dollars.
OK, dude. You are blocked. This is the first time I have blocked anyone and folks have said far, far worse…you just rub me the wrong way and there is something kind of pathetic about the way you keep coming back. I do not tolerate weak men.
Everyone else–this is not a democracy. Act like a prick at my party, and to my guests, you get thrown out.
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1:39 pm on January 21st, 2009
The New England troll
Thought himself witty and droll.
Save it for your rag.
Yeah, he is gone. Seems that my review at So Good pissed him off. Hey, they can’t all be winners and I have been sick. (Yes, sick again.)
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2:08 pm on January 21st, 2009
Blocked? Hell, we got divorced and I ain’t been blocked yet. I think the lesson here is clear.
Who run Bartertown?
Lemmonex run Bartertown.
Bust a deal, face the wheel. Welcome to Thunderdome, bitches.
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2:14 pm on January 21st, 2009
Oh Lemmonex. You were very patient with the troll. I don’t think I would be.
You have strong huevos, my friend! And I did most of my best cooking while drunk. The problem was, I’d only half remember the recipe. Hrmph. I’m pretty sure I did some brilliant cooking!
He is obviously lonely, I did not want to be too mean.
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2:32 pm on January 21st, 2009
I love this kind of recipe for, ahem, late night cooking. With a few modifications knife use (and the risk of injury,) can be kept to a minimum. Not that I have any scars from drunken culinary exploits or anything.
Oh no…me either. That would be so embarrassing.
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2:40 pm on January 21st, 2009
I don’t think I could spoon someone, unless it was one of those tiny baby spoons.
I’d frame a picture of that.
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3:05 pm on January 21st, 2009
Afraid if spooning BJ? I didn’t know that was possible.
Oh, it is. I want her to come back.
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3:30 pm on January 21st, 2009
What is it with the haters lately? They’re not even clever.
As a native texan, I’ve feed many drunken evenings and soothed too many angry hangovers to huevos rancheros. Especially helpful if a ice cold (and I mean hurts your hand cold) modelo or tecate is nearby to wash it down.
I think you throw in the cold beer, and you have a winner here.
I don’t know…weirdos.
I ordered this once with a Black and Tan while very hung over…it was perfection.
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3:55 pm on January 21st, 2009
Wow! See what happens when I try to get work done! The crazy gates are flung wide open.
BTW, I missed the gathering the other day and I am really sad about not being able to do a crackhouse shot with you…
Glad someone is getting work done.
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4:03 pm on January 21st, 2009
Can you cook for me? I mean I won’t pay you or really be within 3000 miles but I feel like this is a fair trade. You cook, I provide non funny comments.
It will be magical.
I can mail it. I love relationships where I get nothing in return!
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5:30 pm on January 21st, 2009
As I-66 alluded to, this is a David Hasselhoff-lying on the floor shirtless-”this…is…a…mess” kind of a meal.
But so tasty.
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5:31 pm on January 21st, 2009
You know if you were male, spooning an unsuspecting person might be considered a crime. Also, if you were male, I wouldn’t be enthralled with the story, but there are many websites I could go to if I really wanted that.
Huevos Rancheros is one of those things I should do at home to be classy, so that is my vote.
Yes, many many websites but I do not know one of them.
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5:49 pm on January 21st, 2009
Man, even ansel is classier than this guy!
Yeah, he sure is something. I got a charming piece of hate mail from him as well.
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6:08 pm on January 21st, 2009
I too wound up spooning this weekend, but it was unintentional as a result of a too small futon.
http://plightofthepumpernickel.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-i-went-down-to-mall-yesterday.html
But hey, I didn’t hear any complaints.
Welcome Pumpernickel. I am sure there were no complaints.
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6:40 pm on January 21st, 2009
If your worst offense is spooning, yet the next morning yields such a yummy reward, I’m ready and willing to take one for the team.
Just for you, babe!!
You really are a giver.
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8:33 pm on January 21st, 2009
Classy! All the way!
I talk in my sleep. It freaks people out.
How much? A little mumbling doesn’t bother me but conversations freak me out.
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9:52 pm on January 21st, 2009
shit those look good.
i too am guilty of the friend-spoon. my friend literally sleeps with her arms folded across her chest like a sarcophagus and i always manage to twine my body around her in a vain effort to rouse her from her death.
Ya know what? I think people should feel lucky to cuddle with us.
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3:49 am on January 22nd, 2009
you are a master spooner. don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise!
next time, i expect nothing less than a warm, cuddly spooning.
Your wish is my desire.
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9:55 am on January 22nd, 2009
I too am a sneak attack spooner. But I make no apologies. My friends have just learned to live with my gentle sleepy embraces.
I am sure it is very tender.
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7:18 am on December 29th, 2009
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