Archive for the ‘the capt'n’ Category
The cat is sprawled across my lap and spilling onto my keyboard. She’s purring like a motorboat, with her left front leg out in front, paw hovering over the escape key. A travel mug of tea is shoved precariously between my knee and a pillow. The Capt’n’s in his chair, perpendicular to mine, with his [...]
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, [...]
like a house on fire
Posted by: Sarah on: November 7, 2007
I finished the first of the gloves last night, and I am not at all ashamed to proclaim my love for it, even if I did a slipshod job on creating the thumb. The second one is just past the wrist cables, so I have about a lunch hour and an evening’s worth of Netflixing [...]
ugly cupcakes
Posted by: Sarah on: October 15, 2007
So, somewhere between the really good coffee, the delicious homemade bagels and the Stephen Colbert column, the Capt’n turned to me and said, “Wow. After the dog-and-pony show for the bread, cupcakes are going to seem like a snap, aren’t they?”
I think I rolled my eyes at him and mumbled something about “done baking for [...]
a tribute
Posted by: Sarah on: October 14, 2007
More bread in honor of the Capt’n’s going and getting himself born.
I eschewed the yellow book this go around in favor of “The Bread Baker’s Apprentice.” Pop loaned his copy to me after my modest success with the Irish Soda bread of last week, and I decided, after spending most of the week reading it [...]
oh so blue
Posted by: Sarah on: September 22, 2007
The Capt’n, like so many fearless leaders before him, has been struck by that most medieval of aliments — gout.
Or “teh gout” as we call it around these parts. Because adding “teh” just underscores how ridiculous that particular diagnosis is in the early 21st century. I mean, honestly, with a disease like teh gout, we [...]
kate hepburn was a stone bitch
Posted by: Sarah on: September 4, 2007
This afternoon, after more than a week, the Capt’n fired up the new engine in his car and then proceeded to drive it around the neighborhood without having to ring me for help (or at least a tow) once.
I thought I’d bake to celebrate. Why not? The boy needed brownies, and the Yellow Book suggested [...]
I knew he’d come around
Posted by: Sarah on: September 2, 2007
Overheard in my kitchen:
“So, can we have the good — I mean, the strong coffee tomorrow?”
“You know, we might need another one of those press thingies.”
“Aaaaaaaah. Sweet, sweet caffeine.”
life in the delta quadrant
Posted by: Sarah on: August 31, 2007
This is how rockin’, married hipsters spend their weeknights. Or how THIS rockin’ married hipster spends her weeknights: knitting and Star Trek.
The Capt’n long lamented my disinterest in the different franchises — I didn’t moon over the original series, I hadn’t seen any of the movies, I self-identified as a Star Wars girl — [...]
throwdown of the morning
Posted by: Sarah on: August 29, 2007
The Company has crappy coffee. I don’t think stating that The Company has crappy coffee impugns The Company’s honor in any way, given how generous it is with its employees (Hello, raise!), it’s just a fact. The coffee? Isn’t something to swan over. Hell, I’d speculate that unless you work for a small, independent coffee [...]
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