mint

This is a very small plate of pasta with vegetables, lemon, and mint, and no cheese, that came about because the mint in this Aerogarden ↓ is getting out of hand. 

The garden is placed on top of the refrigerator, and the whole kitchen area has a lowered ceiling, so  the top of the refrigerator is not the ideal place to position an Aerogarden with lamps on a telescoping arm that can extend to at least 3X what the space allows. It is stupid, I know, but that is what must be. 

So it was trimmed rather severely and the lamps lowered. 

Resulting in this ↑ and this ↓  

and this ↓

Lots of mint there. So I made a Mojito. Problem: no lime. Solution: lemon was substituted. Conclusion: it is gross as all hell. Do not ever substitute lemon for lime in a Mojito again. After twenty-five to thirty sips I gave up on it entirely and dumped the rest. Maybe Bacardi Select is not the best type of rum for this. And maybe regular Bacardi cannot fix it. I think I muddled the mint too extremely. The mint floated to the top in tiny pieces and mixed with the ice. The sugar seemed wrong. I learned that crushed ice means crushed ice and not snow cone ice with remnant abused cubes. I will have to go back to that Cuban place a few blocks from here and observe the proper way to go about this. It seems simple enough. 

hamburger, blue cheese, basil and mint

Are these gigantic photos overkill? La la la. 

Here are the buns wot bin made at home.

Top round steaks, rather large, ground earlier here then seasoned and frozen.

The hieroglyphic means "h-t-p"  + "t" +"p", a bit of redundancy there. It depicts a loaf of bread set upright on an offering mat, its sound value is "hotep," some say "hetep," and that means "satisfied." It is an important sign that one sees a lot in names, usually as in,  "[some god] is satisfied," Ra Hotep, Amun Hotep, Aten Hotep, etc.