Archive for November 2007
soup’s on
Posted by: Sarah on: November 26, 2007
The secret shame is that I have an affinity for Blueprint, the hipster nesting mag from Martha Stewart Omnimedia. The more secret shame? I tried a recipe from this quarter’s issue, more specifically, the Cauliflower and Roasted Garlic Soup.
Of course, being me, I didn’t bother reading past the ingredients list (and even then, I was [...]
marshmallows
Posted by: Sarah on: November 25, 2007
It snowed Thursday night, which prompted me to stomp around the house, muttering compound, multi-hyphenated profanities. I’m not the biggest fan of the snow, and besides, the previous Sunday, it had been 78 degrees and sunny. But there it was. Big fat wet flakes, falling from the sky.
Don’t think that the snow “inspired” me in [...]
pie eve
Posted by: Sarah on: November 22, 2007
“So then, I like to take a haaaaaaaaaaalv cup of suggggggggah and mix it with a haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalv cup of achingly sweet golden syyyyyyyyrip shining like Rapunzle’s hair after she had a day at the spa, and then because I like it so much, I do it again.”
“Please stop. I can’t take Nigella in my kitchen.”
“Now, [...]
crossed
Posted by: Sarah on: November 20, 2007
I have ordered yarn off the intarwebs. I have become one of those people.
It was rationalized thusly:
• I needed it to finish the six socks project
• My local supplier was out
• I honestly wouldn’t have used the left over yarn for this project if I didn’t think I’d had enough in my stash to [...]
chickie pie
Posted by: Sarah on: November 19, 2007
Growing up, chicken pie was a regular Sunday night dinner. It was one of my very favorites, but rather labor-intensive, which is probably why Mum saved it for the weekends and special occasions like my birthday or the fall of communism.
Later, when I was living on my own, I asked her for the recipe, [...]
overflow
Posted by: Sarah on: November 19, 2007
The idea that Thanksgiving is on Thursday still hasn’t taken hold, not even after spending a weekend fighting for the last bag of Las Cruces pecans, not after watching a chorus line of Butterballs go down grocery conveyor belts, not even after having the “what should I bring” with conversation with my mother. It was [...]
shake and bake, baby
Posted by: Sarah on: November 12, 2007
When I had my birthday in April, the Capt’n gave me a choice between two gifts: either I could have an iPod that I could cram full with Pearl Jam bootlegs and 80s dance pop, or I could (with a little help from other gift-givers, namely my parents) get my hands on a Nikon D40.
At [...]
snaps
Posted by: Sarah on: November 11, 2007
The Capt’n was kind enough to change my oil this afternoon. Normally, that’s a chore I can do by myself, but the Capt’n wanted to crawl around under my car, and hell, I was going to let him, but I did want to repay his kindness, because rolling around on the cold November concrete is [...]
my own twist
Posted by: Sarah on: November 11, 2007
After finishing off the pair of gloves, I realized two things:
• Oatmeal-colored gloves actually look like carpel tunnel braces;
and
• My hands are friggin’ tiny.
The first one’s pretty self-explanatory. Oatmeal seemed so lovely, so benign at the time. I thought it would [...]
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