Well, hello there! It seems I joined this here cooking challenge, and in Classic Rhiannon Form (CRF), I made one meal and then forgot all about it. But, you see, I’ve been on an appetizer and alcohol diet only the past few weeks and it’s just not appetizer week yet on Whip It Up! (there will be an appetizer week, RIGHT?)

So, this week, I had some lovely black cod that I had taken out of the freezer to bring to a girlfriend’s house, and then said girlfriend DITCHED ME FOR A BOY, so I was left with one pound of fancy fish that had to be cooked ASAP.

What did I do? I turned to my trusty Google. Google never lets me down (except for when it does, but we’ll not talk about that).

I found a recipe for Lemon Baked Cod that I had every single ingredient for, and so I poured myself a glass of wine (CRF), and rolled my sleeves up. Except I was wearing a short sleeved shirt (with Barbie on it!) but whatever.

Ingredients:

• 1 lb cod fish fillet
• 1/4 cup butter or margarine, melted
• 2 tablespoons lemon juice
• 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/8 teaspoon white pepper
• paprika (when I said I had all the ingredients, I lied, I did not have this)

1. If fish fillets are large, cut into serving pieces.
2. Mix butter and lemon juice.
3. In another bowl, mix flour, salt and white pepper.
4. Dip fish into butter mixture; coat fish with flour mixture.
5. Place fish in ungreased square baking dish, 8x8x2 inches.
6. Pour remaining butter mixture over fish; sprinkle with paprika.
7. Cook uncovered in 350 degree oven until fish flakes easily with fork, 25-30 minutes. Garnish with parsley sprigs and lemon slices if desired.

Okay. So. This recipe? FAIL WHALE. I was not a fan of this, the pouring the butter over the fish at the end made it taste, um, buttery. Which typically I am a fan of but was not in this instance. I am annoyed that I basically wasted a pound of really, yummy fish. I wish I would have gone with my typical, Lemon Juice and Beau Monde fish recipe. SIGH.

BUT! I did make Sugar Snap Peas and Mashed Fingerling Potatoes on the side, and so that is what I ate for dinner. Also, wine (CRF). But, that goes without saying. I will not be making the fish again. Ever. Ever. Ever.

• This morning? FAIL WHALE. I was very excited to be leaving my house EARLY for once in my freaking life, except then, I forgot my camera, then I forgot my jacket. Then, I got all the way to Starbucks and I forgot my wallet (but, yay! for free coffee!). Finally, I arrived at work 40 minutes later. I live 5 minutes from my office. You do the math.
• Speaking of math. We all need a math lesson. One Scrappy Gal pointed out on my last post that 4 bottles of cranberry juice + 3 bottles of cranberry juice = 7 bottles of cranberry juice. NOT 5. 14 commenters before her did not notice this. SAJ?? Can you make us some math flash cards? Actually, I think we have an excuse, We’re too pretty to do math*.
• Tonight, my friends and I will be descending upon the Brew Festival at Waterfront Park. Sizzle, DO NOT TELL BEER ABOUT WINE AND I, K? I have four tokens left over from last year, that will get me approximately 4 teeny drops of beer. Mandarin Hefeweizen, here I come!
• Tomorrow, I will be attending a farm dinner with a special someone. I am wearing this dress that Whoorl wore to meet Grover.**
• Sunday? I shall rest, and also perhaps unpack my damn suitcase. The swag has taken over my wine/cookbook room. Next year? I’m totally using the Zwaggle Room. For reals.
• Oh! I just got this foundation from BeneFit. It’s amazing. Also, my shade is not called, “Part Ghost,” like it should be, but “Spin the Bottle” which sealed the deal for me. Because, if you’ve met me in real life you know, that I really am that pale.

I think that’s it! Have a great weekend, ladies!

* Disclaimer: I don’t really think this, I work in a job where I calculate response rates and the like, so I do math EVERY DAMN DAY (thank you Statistics for Business Majors!), but I find that t-shirt hilarious. That is all.

** LADIES! I did NOT steal the dress from Whoorl! It’s my OWN dress, really! It’s just the same as hers. GOT IT?!

You may recall last week, that I woke to a large lumberjack man stomping furiously on my right kidney. I will admit that that the night before I may or may not have enjoyed some margaritas with a boy I rather like, and I did for a minute think I was experiencing some new kind of hangover. But, NOT THE CASE.

If you did not know any of this, feel free to catch yourself up HERE.

I was released from the hospital with a prescription for Strawberry Flavored Dissolvable Zofran, and 6 OxyCodones. We headed to the local grocery store to fill my prescriptions and I decided to do some shopping. PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Do not grocery shop while on morphine. Just don’t. Here’s what I ended up with:

• 5 bottles of Cranberry Juice (Four Cran-Raspberry, 3 Cran-Grape)
• 1 6-pack Organic Ginger Ale (because No Soda, right? P.S. you did NOT see me with that soda at BlogHer, right?!?)
• 1 Bottle Organic Blood Orange Soda
• 1 Bottle Organic Blueberry Orange Soda
• 2 Packages Organic Toilet Paper (only the best for my delicate rear end)
• 1 issue OK Magazine with Jaime Lynn Spears on the cover with grey hair
• 1 issuse US Weekly Magazine, I cannot remember who is on the cover

Did I need ANY of that? I mean, besides the OK Magazine?  Anyway, so I go home, where I pour myself two large glasses of water and put myself to bed. And, by put myself to  bed, I mean IM with Carrisa and send loopy emails to the boy. Eventually, I slept, and while I slept I dreamt of skin care products, and Mark Paul Gosselaar. Like you haven’t had weirder dreams on pain killers.

Anyway, as it turns out I did not drink enough LIQUID that day (even though I bought ALL the LIQUID at the local grocery store) because operation stone passage was not successful. It should be noted that I totally would have been drinking that liquid, but none of it was chilled and I am currently using all my ice trays for frozen herbs. Because I woke up one morning and thought I was Martha Stewart. So, if you want a drink with ice at my house:  bring your own damn ice.

Day Two of Operation Pass this Damn Stone Before I Get on a Plane to BlogHer (herein abbreviated as: Operation PDSBIGPBH) featured me taking my second to last pain killer and getting on a conference call with my creative agency at work (Hi Guys! I’m not a recreational drug user, I promise!) I held it together remarkably well and even used some big words. I did some other work, and then took another pain pill and watched Penelope (cute!) and also some Cops (not cute!, so therefore not linking).

And, then at approximately 2 p.m. It happened. Operation PDSBIGPBH was OVER. And, I was ordered to SAVE IT. EWWWW!!! So, if you’re at my house, you’re going to want to go ahead and NOT look in my fridge door, behind the mustard,  because, yeah. So, that’s where it will be until August 8th, when I go to visit my local urologist. And, now, I am officially old.

Oh, also? I have 3 bottles left of cranberry juice. I will be making vodka drinks this evening, come over at 5:30 and bring your own damn ice.