May 25, 2011

No Portobello Mushroom Fajita Left Behind


In case you haven't heard, the rapture has been postponed until October 21st. So. Just in case you missed out on wrecking havoc on your last day on which to repent, you'll have another shot come October. Check out this list of things to do on the day before the rapture. This is the one that I want to do: "Go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and touch the Van Gogh works’ thick, bumpy gobs of paint."

Once I almost touched a Monet, but Graybeard, who was my boyfriend at the time, told me that he would break up with me if I did. It was only a crappy Monet, all brown and kinda ugly, hanging on the wall at One If By Land, Two If By Sea, which we went to one night during Restaurant Week. Graybeard seemed to think that I was intoxicated, as the only reservations we could get were for 10pm and so to kill time we had two drinks on empty stomachs beforehand. But as I tell him to this day, I still want to touch a Monet. And now we're married, so I don't have to behave myself anymore. It's not like he can leave me and tell people that it's because I touched a Monet. So. Next October, before I go to church, I might be stopping by the Met, where there are not only Van Goghs, but also Monets. Meet me there. You know you want to touch one too.

May 20, 2011

Gimme a Slice


Quite a few years ago my younger brother (but not the youngest), Don, was dating this girl, who we'll call Shelly. Shelly was a lovely girl, and our family liked her a lot. One day Don decided to bring Shelly to New York. I was excited; I love Don, and I love it when he visits. In my first year and a half in NYC he must’ve visited me six times, and we always had a great time. The Upper East Side studio I lived in then was a decent size for a studio, and I always welcomed visitors to stay with me on the air mattress that constantly had to be replaced because Cosmos was excessively fond of sinking his claws into it.

May 10, 2011

Indian-Spiced Chicken and Asparagus



See, I told you I would post recipes again! This is another one from EatingWell. It's spring, and that means asparagus, and lots of it. I've been reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, and she talks about asparagus in a way that makes me green with asparagus envy. I first grew to love asparagus as a kid when my grandma made it--straight out of a can and soggy, covered with cheese sauce. Delicious. Or so I thought at the time. When I first tried fresh asparagus I couldn't believe it was the same vegetable. Now that my taste buds are a bit more developed, I wonder how somebody could do such a thing to such wonderful vegetable (as in the people who canned it, not Grandma). It deserves to be crisp and green, like spring itself. It was time to make Indian-Spiced Chicken and Asparagus.

May 9, 2011

Natalie and the Boots (very specific Giveaway for women who wear size 7.5 boots!)


Natalie was my best friend at St. Paul's elementary school. She was the nicest, prettiest girl in my class, and I wanted to be just like her. Even though Russ, the boy I had a crush on (who had one leg shorter than the other), had a huge crush on her, I couldn't hold it against her. She was such a great girl.

In fourth grade, my dad's company transferred him from Grand Rapids, Michigan, to Detroit, so off we went. Natalie and I wrote to each other for a while, but eventually fell out of touch. But I never forgot her.

May 6, 2011

Introducing Cosmos

I think many of you have met my miraculous kitten Cosmos, but for those who you who haven't, I would like to introduce you. This is Cosmos:


He does cute things like glare at me when I take pictures of him:

May 5, 2011

I Lied


I can post more pictures of flowers, and I will. They're just too pretty not to share with you. But it's for the tulips, and our souls, so it's okay.

May 4, 2011

Keukenhof: Tulip Heaven (Heaven, I tell you!)

I planned to write about my recent trip to Berlin and Amsterdam in semi-great detail and in the order in which it occurred, but it turned out that it's hard to blog while sightseeing, and then as I soon as I returned home I dove right into studying for my chemistry test, which was last Sunday (and that I think I did very well on, thanks for asking). Now I have a minute to blog, and I don't want to think about museums on a cold day in Berlin, I want to look at pictures of flowers.

Something you should know about me: I love flowers. Love. I'm not sure whether you've ever watched the fourth hour of The Today Show. If you have, you've probably seen Hoda Kotb's reaction when they play a song from her iPod. At the opening chords of any song that she likes it's like they've flipped a switch on her back, and she's instantly happy. A huge smile appears on her face and she's immediately dancing in her chair and snapping her fingers. It's a lovely thing to behold (even though sometimes her song preferences are more endearingly adorable than actually good).

Flowers make me happy like that. I dance when I see them. (Though my dancing is of the internal variety.) In The Netherlands I went to one of the most wonderful places I've ever been: the flower show at Kuekenof. It's only open for two months a year in the spring, and I'm so fortunate that we were there during that time. I want to live there. From now on, for two months a year, you can find me in Holland. I won't have an exact address, as I imagine that nobody would let me actually live in the park, so I'll have to hide in the flowerbeds at closing time, which I am perfectly willing to do (though Graybeard might take some convincing, as I'm fairly certain that his insides don't dance at the thought of waking up in a bed of tulips).