Cooking dinner tonight, I tried a little experiment with the garlic butter sauce, and made a tasty accidental discovery! I wanted to share it with ya’ll.
A savory and slightly sweet garlic butter sauce. The perfect companion for barbecue ribs or pork chops.
2 Tbsp olive oil
1 large galic clove, minced
8 Tbsp butter
1/2 Tbsp Italian seasoning
1 tsp salt
1 tsp rice wine vinegar
In a saucepan, add olive oil. garlic, butter, Italian seasonings, and salt. Stir on medium-high heat until boiling. (NOTE: For crispier garlic, sautee it in olive oil before adding other ingredients.)
Add rice wine vinegar. Hold saucepan at a slight angle, so mixture pools. Allow to bubble for a few seconds, and then swirl gently. Return to pooling. If the mixture starts to cool down too much, return to a boil, stirring constantly.
Repeat until garlic is caramelized and sauce no longer has a strong vinegar smell.
Set saucepan on a trivet and allow to cool. Toss into hot, drained pasta until noodles are fully coated.
It has been an interesting experience for me to get used to job interviews as the interviewer instead of as the interviewee. It isn’t that I haven’t had to interview for a job before, but I’ve spent more time on the boss’ side of the table than anything.
In the process, I’ve learned something: articles and classes on how to nail a job interview are crap. Guess what, ya’ll? Interviewers read those too. We know when you’re putting on an act.
So I would like to present to you the truth about job interviews from a different angle. Here’s a handy guide on how to tick me off during the hiring process and ensure you DON’T get hired.
If you were in elementary school during the 1990s, you more than likely have chased your share of villains around the world, ultimately pursuing one in particular.
If you haven’t filled in the blank yet, you might as well stop reading. Otherwise, Rockapella just started singing in your mind.
Silence is an art form – this coming from someone who, by all accounts, can talk a camel into sprouting wings. I’m like most Americans in that I have strong views about politics. Very, very, VERY strong views. And, like most Americans, I had little trouble sharing them. I just opened up and let ‘er fly.
Then God challenged me, two days after New Year 2012: spend the entire year without once sharing my political views. Some of you who know me may remember this resolution, and how it turned out for me.
Talk about your paradigm shifts. For the longest time, I thought I had a corner on political (and otherwise) truth. I had the best solutions, and everyone else was crazy. I know I am far from alone in that flawed sentiment. (If you doubt it, read the comments on the online news sites.) Now, for the first time, I realized that all my political views, even the correct ones, were in some way wrong!
I’m coming right out with it: yes, I am “genius.” I don’t remember my exact IQ score, but it is up there. At last check, I’m right around the threshold for Mensa, which I have no actual interest in joining.
Truth be told, however, I don’t like telling people. I generally just tell people I have a “high intellectual metabolism.” When I say “genius” or “high IQ,” they get weird ideas in their head about me and what I’m capable of.
So let me set a few things straight…
I’m not writing this to fish for compliments. I’m really wondering. The nice thing about a blog is that you can ask introspective questions like this without people thinking they have to come up with an answer.
Of course, this isn’t to say I doubt that I am qualified, somehow. I seem to just fit in the position. That said, I really have to wonder why it fits me – or more accurately, why I fit it.
Confession #1: I’m a brony.
Confession #2: I really do not care what anyone has to say about it.
I, on the other hand, have zero coordination, little interest in cars, and the only girls in my inner social circles are family members.
Young adult males are also supposed to like playing video games and drinking beer. I prefer making games (though there are a few I play), and have absolutely no interest in liquor at all.
I like shopping (though I rarely buy anything). I enjoy alleged “chick flicks” like “An Affair to Remember” and “You’ve Got Mail”. I read voraciously. I’m a gardener. I like cooking. And I LOVE watching My Little Pony.
I don’t fit the stereotype, but I’m still a 21-year-old male. There is absolutely no way around that. I plan to marry a woman someday and have a family. I lift weights (though, alas, I couldn’t get to the gym this summer). And I’m a MAJOR Seattle Seahawks fan.
What is it with stereotypes, anyway? (more…)
I got some very shocking news recently regarding my business. While I have no need to share details, mainly out of respect and care for those involved, suffice it to say that I was shaken to the core. For a moment, my greatest fears about my start-up were realized: This might not happen.
Then, by God’s providence, I was listening to a Newsboys song for a VeggieTales special, “The League of Incredible Vegetables.” I played it for Mom to share it with her, and she was reminded of the fate of Big Idea. She found an article written by Phil Vischer, and a statement he made triggered something in me: “I realized my good works had become an idol that defined me.”
Had MousePaw Games become an idol to me?
I just cleaned out my desk drawer…
Do my ears deceive me, or did I just hear the distinctive sound of four or five readers removing this website from their bookmarks? Hey, hey, put me back, I’m not finished. I assure you, this blog isn’t mutating into a catalog of my sock drawer and a list of my lunches from the past six weeks.
Anyway, as I was saying, I just cleaned out my desk drawer, and I came to the conclusion that there is a LOT of weird stuff in there: a deck of cards (yes, I play solitaire sans-computer), an eraser shaped like a dinosaur that I’ve had since I was six, about twelve colors of paperclips, and a pre-inked stamp of the word “FILE” from my father’s office at an insurance company when I was three.
I am thoroughly convinced that LinkedIn is a great place to meet new people. My business adviser Dan Martin got me in touch with a number of people, including one gentleman in particular, Jeff Levy. After talking with Mr. Levy a bit, he told me about the book he co-authored with David Nilssen, titled Making the Jump Into Small Business Ownership.
It took me only about a week to get through the book, and it now has a special place on my bookshelf, right next to Strunk and White’s Elements of Style. I consider it about as indispensable.