After an agonizingly long winter, it comes as good/great news that warmer weather is finally upon us. From the smell of fresh-cut grass to not freezing each time you step outside the door, here are the best parts about Mother Nature’s latest upgrade. Fresh-Cut Grass And judging the neighbors who mow in a pattern. Also, the Rest of Nature Baseball Pants AmIright, ladies? Farmer’s Markets Here’s to haggling with the locals. Patios Sundresses dressy and comfortable Barbecues yum!
“Thanks, it’s my own recipe. I use cheddar blue cheese instead of water.” – Liz Lemon adjacent quote. I love blue cheese. It’s true – that moldy salad dressing that so many people wrinkle their noses at, I can’t get enough of. Pair it on veggies, salad, sandwiches, or whatever other food combination, and I’m one blogger with a room without a roof. Salty deliciousness in its finest. Since childhood, I’ve been sucking down the dressing on as many salads as I could eat. But now that I’m into adulthood (and therefore in charge of buying my own groceries), I’ve been able expand my Roquefort repertoire. Like buying the cheese whole and in every other form possible. Did you know Kraft makes a mayo-like spread out of their own Roka concoction? And that crumbles can be purchased and added to any number of dishes. Or that “cheap” blue cheese has absolutely nothing […]
It’s no secret that I’m a lover of tea. It is – by far – my beverage of choice. Pretty much no matter the time of day. I like it hot, I like it iced, and I like it at whatever medium room temperature it’s become based on the current weather. Pretty much the only way you can ruin it is with sugar. But somehow, I always like the tea I make best. Maybe it’s because I buy the best tea, or maybe it’s this strict ritual, but whatever the reason, it’s freakin’ delicious. How to Make Bangin’ Tea Get a teapot with an infuser (like this sweet one)* or a single-cup infuser Stock up on loose-leaf tea. (I hit up the Clay Gourmet and buy it by the quarter-pound.) Fill your infuser with a certain amount of tea. More for a stronger flavor, less for less. Get filtered water. […]
Since entering this world as a black-haired baby – hair which then fell out, I’m told – I have been the recipient of three loving grandmothers. One great and two regulars. No steps or halfs about it, all three ladies are biologically mine, and they are all great at baking things. Sure some are more embarrassing and some are more Italian, but that doesn’t make them any less great at wearing hats or watering flowers. Are those somewhat unfair stereotypes? Perhaps, but in this case they just happen to be true. My grandmas also know their way around a sewing machine, are incapable of cooking for two people, and own an infinite amount of jewelry – valuable or otherwise. Grandmas are great. Of course I know this. They took you shopping as a kid, still cook your favorite dishes, and have some of the best nostalgia stories you’ve ever heard. […]
Every afternoon, after lunch and before naptime,* I need a real kick in the pants. It’s a time of day where I get groggy, bored with work, and some sort of typing ailment usually flares up. (Numb shoulders, carpal tunnel, or the standard headache – they’re all in cahoots with one another.) Generally, this kick comes as a sometimes-deserved break. I’ll see what King of the Hill (KOTH) is up to on TV, or make myself a snack of olives and apples. Sometimes errands are run. Other times Molly, my dog/best co-worker ever, and I play an intense game of fetch. But what I really want – in a land where traditions don’t die and are allowed to transfer continents – is teatime. An hour or so where tea is served, usually with a cucumber sandwich or finger dessert. Every day sounds a little ridiculous (I really do work, I […]
When I was a mere whippersnapper, my grandpa took me fishing at the local kiddie pond. I had a black and neon green pole, equipped with foolproof controls (a single button and reel were all that was provided), and he was in charge of all the equipment. Worms, bobbers, weights, and of course, de-hooking any caught fish – all of these things were grandpa’s responsibility, which is exactly how I liked it. Had I been a boy, would I have been required to wrestle fish and impale worms? Possibly; I’ve never questioned the level of sexism involved. Either way, I remember sitting along the bank, my wimp-o pole sitting next to his, and waiting for a bite. I also remember having questionably large hair for a child of my age, and a significant lack of front teeth. These fishing trips were apple- and corncob-free. Over the years I continued my […]
Every time I pack away leftovers – scraping each excess dish into an appropriately sized container – I am forced to do some searching. While, in theory, saving meals for later should be a simple process, in practice, it’s a nightmare. The plastic containers are hard to clean, distort easily, and come in hundreds of shapes and colors. Unless they were molded in the same factory, likely within a few hours of one another, they refuse to fit. My storing methods are of no help either. The Tupperware, either by brand or by association, is kept in a bottom cabinet, so that I must sit on the floor to retrieve semi-matching pieces. And because of the random sizing, any type of organization is impossible. The dishes are left scattered and balancing precariously, just waiting for a swift kitchen breeze to knock them off kilter. Like a more complicated game of […]