The past week and a half has been a really trying time. Missing the marathon, dealing with health issues that leave me on the sidelines, and OMGSOMUCHEFFINGSCHOOLSHIT, have left me feeling ugggghhhh.
I’ve been stuck mostly in bed or at work, and I’m going insane. Rather more quickly than I would like, but at precisely the pace I expect. I’m in a bit of a reading…well,…funk. The PSM
and I have been working on a project for a few months, and it requires the mass consumption of romance novels, and I’m burned. However, there will be a book review of a NON-romance coming up here on B2B that I think will make everyone excited.
Alas, that was but one book. My time has been woefully long, and I’ve been in dire need of redirection from my own deep bouts of self-flagellating.
My husband and I are huge geek/nerds. We love science and comics and dungeons and dragons and long and winding discussions about books, movies, theology, food, everything. Our children are similarly consumed with the need to learn, to know, to revel in the feeling of passion about the fantastic–the absurd.
Lately, he’s been sending me text after text, and waxing poetic about a new series that he declares I MUST WATCH right this instant. Daredevil on Netflix. We were both huge fans of the comic years ago, and were so completely and utterly turned off by the Ben Affleck version. I was reticent to watch. I knew that there was so much on Netflix I loved, but I was in the mindset of “fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, Jennifer Garner is not Electra.”
But Netflix’s version? OH MY GAWD. It’s dark. It’s gritty. It’s VINCENT FUCKING DONOFRIO AS KINGPIN. Deborah Ann Woll (from True Blood) as Karen Page?! Just, just…oh dear. Just, perfect. PERFECT.
I cannot believe I didn’t watch every single episode in one sitting. I wanted to open up my mind and pour it in like so much water.
Also? Points to the Foley artist. The sound is SO important in this series. It’s how Matthew Murdock gets all of his information. It’s how he fights, how he lives, how he sees. The trippy background music, the sonar pings, the mashing and thudding impact of bone and flesh on bone and flesh, is incredible. It’s more than a cleaver through celery. These artists are pulling out all the stops, mixing music with the nearly tactile sounds of daily life. Incredible.
I cant get enough of this series. I have no desire to wait months and months to get more episodes. Alas, though I blog for Netflix, they don’t love me enough (or trust me–rightly so) to let me see their (yet unfilmed) episodes.
WHY CAN’T I BE A PSYCHIC BLOGGER VIEWER!?!?
Anyway, here’s some food. We never really see them “enjoying” food so much on the show, so I’m giving you something fun to eat. My hypothesis is that saving New York City from evil assholes doesn’t leave much time to enjoy a homemade meal.
I would soooo cook for Matt Murdock–or, at least, heat things up with him.
I made tattie scones. They’re like a potato pancake (like, exactly) but infinitely more interesting to Americans because of their cutesy Scottish name. They’re also bigger, like a crepe. Mother truckers in Scotland don’t mess around with their tuber-based foods. They embrace them. Like a hug…Come on, America. We need more large, potato filled finger foods.
French fries, potato chips, tater tots, potato skins, and those awesome, giant, curly whirly chip-type creations which are deep-fried at the fair, are not enough. Duh.
Simple Tattie Scones
Prep Time: 1 hour (mostly down time)
Cook Time: 25 minutes
Ingredients (10 cakes)
- 1 lb russet potatoes
- 1/2 cup flour
- 1/4 cup soft butter
- 1 tsp kosher salt
- pepper to taste
- more butter for the pan.
wash, prick, and bake potatoes at 350F for about an hour or until fork-tender
when beginning to cool, peel the potatoes
mash with remaining ingredients
roll into 6″-1/8″ rounds on a floured surface
fry in butter on each side for a few minutes until they’re tasty-crispy brown!
top with savory or sweet ingredients.
(I like sour cream or cream cheese and tomatoes.)