Totally a cheat, since it wasn’t taken today – or by me – but I’m backed up on tattoo updates. This is from the DH’s last session. Up next: lower half filling in.
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So, is this the Blerch’s darker, more persistent cousin?
Delicata, Pomegranate & Arugula Salad
This salad is sweet, tart, fatty & salty and strikes a great balance between the carbs & fat you want when the weather turns cold, and more virtuous things like fresh greens.
Vegetarian, vegan & paleo with omissions; gluten-free with none
Delicata, Pomegranate & Arugula Salad
1 delicata squash
Arugula
1 pomegranate
Pecorino, romano or other salty aged cheese
Pomegranate molasses
Optional pulled meat of some sort – I used pork like this, this would also be fantastic
Olive oil
Salt & pepper
First, start your squash.
Preheat your oven to 425 F. Line a cookie sheet with foil.
Slice the ends off your squash and push the seeds out with a spoon. Slice into 1/4-inch rounds.
Lay squash rounds in a single layer on your prepared sheet – making sure not to crowd; brush with olive oil and sprinkle with salt & pepper.
Bake 20 minutes, flip, and bake another 20 minutes or until browned and nutty on both sides.
While the squash is working, de-seed your pomegranate (my favorite method is to roll the pomegranate on a cutting board to loosen the seeds, cut in half, and whack with the back of a wooden spoon. Not only cathartic, this method is really quick and only a little splattery).
Reheat your pork (I prefer crisping it up a bit either under the broiler or in a pan on the stovetop) and gather the rest of your ingredients.
When the squash is crisped, pull from the oven and start assembling your salad. I used about a cup of arugula, 6-8 slices of squash, a hand full of pomegranate arils, a Tablespoon or so of cheese, and a drizzle of pomegranate molasses. Enjoy.
Depending upon the size of your squash, serves 2-4. My squash was on the small side and I was hungry, so it served 2.
Nembutal J. Herold (November 21, 2014)
Nembutal J. Herold
Cochran. My love. My lovey bear, my boo, my boo-bear, my pooh-bear. Grampus, Grumpus, Nambu, Bamboo, Bimboo, Nambly-boo, fat boy, Monster. International Badass. Nembu.
How do I say goodbye to my heart? To my love? My big strong man?
Fourteen and a half years is a long time to love somebody, but I’ll be damned if you didn’t make me do it. You chose me at just the right time, and I thank you for it. I thank you for your friendship, your love, and your devotion – especially on those days I didn’t deserve it.
You’ve been my anchor – when I was cast alone at sea, struggling to find my footing – you were there with a solid body wedged up against mine and a nice thick ruff to sob into.
You’ve been my touchstone; a constant – stability and focus. A home for my worries and a home for my joys.
You’ve been an endless sense of amusement with your monstering around and your little nudges. Watching your range of moods – from derpy through 50 shades of emo and on to seriously not amused – has always brought light to my day.
Always, always, you’ve been my heart.
You may have been an aloof (and at times a complete asshole) of a fuzzy roommate, but that was just part of your charm. My sad clown. The most emo boy around. The dog that thinks he’s (the very best) people.
I’ll miss your big fat face. And the snuggles I forced you to take. And the kisses I generally had to beg for. Hell, I’ll even miss the times you refused to talk to me because I dared inflict the indignity of a bath upon your delicate person (dogson?).
I don’t know what this Nembu-sized hole is going to look like going forward, but I know it’ll suck. Also, I know I’ve made the right decision – the only decision – to save you from having increasingly shittier last days. That doesn’t make today any easier, though. Feeding you breakfast pancakes and lunch burgers helped.
So today I say goodbye to my love – and continue along.
I love you, big man. Always will.









