The Thing About Cooking . . .

 

I am an amateur baker and chef. Extremely amateur. I often find a recipe, make it right the first time and then tweak it every other time. Grant you, this idea is all hinged on the concept that I made it right the first time. I am notorious for missing an ingredient or step in the process of looking at recipes. Example: I made mini whoopie pies for the first time yesterday evening and it wasn’t until I started tasting the batter that I realized I missed an ingredient and read my spoons wrong. Yup, that was me. I fixed it, and they came out fine, but that’s just how I roll. I also didn’t read the whole part about adding ingredients in parts, but that’s another story.

The reason I cook as much as I do (besides the awesome women in my family) is because I get bored. The process goes with starting with something simple and then getting bored so instead wanting to try something a little more difficult or that I’ve never tasted before. Example: Wednesday was Pi Day and in celebration I contemplated making a chocolate pie. In the process, I stumbled upon mini chocolate whoopie pies on Martha. Hmm, this satisfies both requirements – pie and trying something I’ve never made before. Check! I think I also want to wow folks if I ever have kids.

I’m not sure what I’ll do with my cooking knowledge right now. I mean besides cooking for myself. Before I could bring the food in to be gobbled up by the boys at work. Now, not so much. I should open up a fakery. Sometimes I wish I could have a virtual fakery, but then people wouldn’t be able to walk in and mmmm at the smells and I wouldn’t be able to decorate. Yes, decorating is important.

For now, I’m destined to be a secret baker I think . . .

 

Things I Love Thursday!

 

I fully commited this week to be funk-less. After a week of sad face and drama (not even my own!), I wanted to be very anti-funk. So I committed to my week being filled with goodness and the things I love to do that bring me joy. And I am happy to report that today was no exception! I am in love with today. I took the time to treat myself right with a puppydog wash for Boo, a big yummy breakfast at Cup & Saucer and a girly pamper day. I didn’t realize how much I needed it. Sometimes you need to just take a little extra time for yourself.

Little Loves . . .

♥ Trader Joe’s. I always forget how awesome they are and each time I discover it again it’s like a little surprise of joy! ♥ Garlic hummus. Yummers! ♥ Giant white bouquets of freesia ♥ Dinners with the pops ♥ Days with Boo ♥ Six Feet Under. I’m addicted. I’m sad I’m on the last season though, almost over. Sad face. ♥ Vitamin Water Zero – Berry flavored ♥ Remembering to drink lots and lots of water. I realized this week that I’ve probably been dehydrated. I used to drink bottles upon bottles of water and I’ve been nowhere near that since I haven’t been working. No more I tell you! ♥ Rambo being on Spike ♥ Snow in march ♥ Storm chasing. Sometimes, you just really need to be surrounded by abnormal stormy goodness. While everyone is running away, I’m in heaven. ♥ Cleaning out my second desk and realizing how much ridiculous crap I have. I am determined to pair down mucho. ♥ An interview callback from LB. I’d love to at least have something going on to occupy myself. It’d definitely be nice. ♥ My big comfy cream sweater and big combat boots ♥ New cotton tees that aren’t riddled with stretch♥ Finally getting to use my beautiful vase! ♥ Popcorn. The mini bags are an addicting snack! ♥ Layering shirts ♥ Finding a shamrock plant. What a unique way to ring in the green day with a little bit of luck! ♥ Boo’s breath finally getting back to normal. No more pig’s ears!!! ♥ Finally putting away the Xmas stuff. I know, I know, it’s march. But it’s done. ♥ Sharing my intimate home life circle with the man friend and not being afraid of it. Such a nice change! ♥ Listening to my Dad present ♥ Late night Subway convos of love, stay at home wives and raising children ♥ Remembering how my used to read to me. It brings a warm spot in my soul.  And remembering I have all of this time to read now. Why haven’t I been reading???!!!  ♥ Hearing new Jason Mraz music on the radio ♥ Planning my St. Patty’s day outfit. I love a day I can wear unlimited green! ♥ Nude-colored nails in different shades ♥ Grapes ♥ Trying a new recipe – Mini Chocolate Whoopie Pies  ♥

♥ This song from the internet explorer 9 commercial

30 Days of Truth: Day 1

 

Something I hate about myself? I spend all day trying not to focus on such things, yet this is the first question out of the gate?

 Bugger.  Something I hate about myself is struggling with the validation of my own self worth. What is it about me that makes me feel as though my feelings are insignificant?  I was originally typing a whole thing about hating my hormones and having to research and monitor them and in the course of that I started to feel as though I was unnecessarily whining about my problems because there are bazillions of other people with issues that are worse. Why are someone else’s feelings or someone else’s problems more important than mine just because they are bigger? Logically, one has nothing to do with the other! Yes, there are people starving in the Sudan and others who are trying to come off of heroin. And it’s a world of pain. But this does not makee my pain or frustration any less valid.

As women we are ingrained to serve and nurture and encourage and support. Most of us any way. And in this, I feel like we often demean our own significance. By saying the words “it’s ok” or “I’m fine”, we’re really saying “your feelings are more important than mine”. So silly.

My feelings are just as important as yours! I repeat this over and over not to convince you, but rather to convince myself.  At least I’m now beginning to notice as it happens. I hear it’s the first step . . .

 

30 Days of Truth: Day 2

 

Something I love about myself is my ability to read people. For a long time I did not see my ability to see truth as a commodity. I thought everyone had this ability!

Again, it’s a catch-22. I feel blessed to have the gift of being able to see what many others around me are unable to. To read meaning in body language and translate it, to be able to see the genuine and embrace it fully and to see through the faulty. It’s not always easy because it makes me tolerate less from others. I can see through the malarkey and laugh at the shenanigans for what they are. It allows me the ability to step back from a situation and see it for what it is, side-stepping the drama trap.

Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to themselves everyone has a set of rose-colored glasses! I am not immune to this. Everyone wants to hope for the best in a situation, be naive to the worst. But in recognizing this as something I possess, I’m also learning to be more patient with others. To realize that sometimes they aren’t being dishonest in a situation, but rather they just haven’t realized the truth yet and you have to allow them that.

What are your gifts?

 

Ten On Tuesday . . . on wednesday . . .

Yeah yeah, so I’m late. I don’t care. I’m awesome. And so are you!

 

1. What did you do this weekend?
I spent the weekend with the man friend giving blood (and him trying not to throw up afterwards), eating breakfast at Fatty Patty’s (hint: there’s lots of pigs everywhere), meeting more of the fam, having a super yummy dinner and snuggling.

2. Do you prefer short fingernails or long fingernails?
I like somewhere in the middle. My nails will never get really long, they break too easily. But I like a little something. I never understand how women with super super long fingernails can type. Must be creepy magic.

3. What is your favorite use for Pinterest?
Ok fine, I confess, I don’t use Pinterest. I don’t get it . . .

4. Do you sleep with your mouth open?
Have to. Can’t breathe from my nose very easily

5. Where did you have the best pizza you’ve ever eaten?
Pizza Oasis!!! Hands down. I’m a sentimental sucker. Love it!

6. What do you eat for breakfast on weekdays?
Depends on when I wake up. But I like cereal or a piece of fruit and muffin. Something tasty.

7. Do you watch awards shows? Why or why not?
No. I used to, but then I found a life. Ok, sorry, that was a slam. I watch snidbits later when all the hype is there. I do like the grammy’s though because you often see unique performances for music.

8. Can you whistle? Snap? Curl your tongue? Bend down and touch your palms to the ground?
Everything, but the last.

9. What email service do you use?
Hotmail. Shut up. And gmail for biz goods.

10. What is your favorite outdoor activity?
Hiking and kayaking. Oh yes! Can’t wait for spring!!!

 

Fill In The Blank Friday

1.  The love of my life is . . .  right now, Boo. But we’ll see :)

2.   Falling in love is . . .  a scary and vulnerable experience, but amazingly worth it. It is something I was designed for.
 
3.  Marriage is . . .  something that takes effort, patience, compromise and communication. It’s a beautiful partnership that everyone has the right to.
4. The longest relationship I’ve ever had was . . . 3 years and thankfully done!
 
5. The key to a good relationship is . . . is the same as a good marriage. Patience, communication and the effort to keep trying equally.
6. I feel loved when . . .  when my mom calls me each morning, my dad says goodbye before he leaves, my friends hug me, Boo offers kisses, little gestures of appreciation are made, I sit in the sunshine.
7.  My favorite quote about love is . . .   “Love is all you need” – John Lennon (smart man) 
 

The Twinkie Defense

Ever since Hostess announced bankruptcy late last year, somewhere in the back of my mind was a little man panicking at the thought that one day things like twinkies and ding dongs would stop being produced. As anyone who has seen Zombieland knows, this is a terrifying notion. Not that I consume any of these in high volume (one every couple of years). But I immediately put it on my list to once more taste the unhealthy and satisfying goodness that only a twinkie and a snowball can bring.

I can now safely say . . . mission accomplished.

I haven’t had a snowball in years. Like ten of them. Nom nom nom. It was a youthful reminder of a time gone by. I was saddened that a pink set of balls, snowballs that is, could not be located at time of consumption, but what are you going to do. If the hostess world is coming to an end, I know I was able to hop on the nostalgia train for just a bit longer in an effort to savour a dying glory.

 

PS – If you want to know what the phrase, “twinkie defense”, really refers to . . . Click Here. It’s actually a sad, but amusing story. The basic jist, his lawyer said his poor diet choices of high sugar rich foods contributed to his long-term severe depression which ultimately led to his murdering folks. While meritable, still inexcusable. I haven’t killed anyone yet . . .