Friday, January 30, 2009
It is one Eggo waffle with a good dollop of Yoplait All Natural Vanilla Yogurt (two situations where I am an unabashed brand snob - they really are the best) and then whatever fruit lights your fire. This was a good combo, although my expectations for January nectarines are pretty low. It's also delish with any given mixture of berries.
Here's a better view of the waffle. It really is under there somewhere....
I like to think that it's fairly healthy...although I'm sure there's room for improvement with "light" yogurt and a multi-grain waffle. I'll leave that experiment up to one of you. And please, report back.
In the meantime, since it ain't really broke, I'm not gonna fix it.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
And before we get started, may I remind you that this is not a pretend, fantasy list, like "I need a lifetime supply of Chi Chi's Restaurant Style salsa and Jessica Simpson hair extensions." No, this is for real.
I need a cup of tea, preferably made for me by Cory. I am cold and cranky and tea usually helps both.
I need groceries. Like, really bad. And it would be great if blueberries and blackberries were on sale for $1 a box, like they were a couple of weeks ago when I serendipitously decided to photograph my Meijer receipt. You just never know when a particular photo might be called upon to serve the greater good of the blog.
Like this beauty. I'm sure many of you would not like it if your husband decided to photograph you unawares (in raw mode, for goodness griefous) while you were slaving at your computer into the wee hours during the most stressful week of your entire career. You might even be a little bitter about it and not in the mood for the joke. But trust me, the day will come when you will find that it's just what your blog needs to illustrate your place in the universe on a given day. For me, that day has now come twice.
What was I saying?
Oh, yes. I need one of these chocolate croissants. It is still my deepest vacation regret that I did not discover these until day 3 of our last vacation.
And remember, this is not a pretend list here. I really do need one. Wait- I need four.
I need Cory. He's been gone nearly 72 hours and call me a wuss, but I'm over it.
He's going to sooo love that I posted this picture again. What can I say? I really like it. He looks so...smoldery.
Finally, I need this. Actually, what I need is a massage, but I don't have a picture of a massage, so I thought this was a good stand-in. That's Keisha's hand, after all, and she swore that lighting a hollow candle and sticking it in my ear would be relaxing and rejuvenating. She swore it would be. She promised.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
We had this for dinner last week and it was amazing. And easy. And Mexican-ish.
The picture doesn't really do it justice, because I'm just having trouble becoming one with our new camera. I don't like technology, and I especially don't like new technology. May I remind you: I fear the bobbin. Enough said.
Anyway, rest assured, if you make this yourself, it will look infinitely yummier than it does here.
Here's what you do:
Slice up 2 bell peppers (one of them will ideally be something other than green...but, whatever.)
Slice up 1 or 2 onions, depending on how much you like onions.
Toss vegetables in 1 T oil and 1/4 to 1/2 a cup of "fresh" salsa.
Season with salt and pepper.
Throw all of it on a rimmed baking sheet that you have covered in a sheet of foil.
Roast for 15-20 minutes at 450 degrees.
Meanwhile, brush 6-inch corn tortillas with a little oil.
Top with shredded sharp cheddar (or whatever variety you have lying around) cheese.
Bake (at 450 degrees) 5-8 minutes, until edges are brown and cheese is melted.
Add cooked shredded chicken breast (I used my very first rotisserie chicken that I purchased on clearance at Meijer) and 1 can of drained corn to roasted veggies.
Roast 5 minutes more.
Throw it all together and add some more salsa, or even some sour cream, if you're like me and believe that it completes all Mexican and Mexican-ish food.
Along with the tostadas, we had cilantro-lime rice. (Cook white rice, mix with chopped cilantro, lime juice and a little olive oil.)
Everyone loved this meal and I will definitely be making it again.
Crunchy, cheesey, veggie-ful, Mexican-ish.
What more could you ask for?
Sunday, January 25, 2009
It's that time of year again. I told you this would happen. My Christmas cheer has been packed up with the woefully uncool, artificial Christmas tree and has been replaced with the following:
1) Daydreaming about the garden
2) Daydreaming about food
3) Daydreaming about antiquing
It's like clockwork, really. It's how I monitor the comings and goings of Winter. The good news is, we're halfway there. The bad news is, well, we're halfway not there.
I have been making some mental notes about my annual To-Find List. I'm sure it seems like such a list is not necessary, but it really helps me to stay on task. In its absence, I end up wandering aimlessly around the Springfield Flea Market, intoxicated by the scents of rust and lead based paint. I start to forget that I need a bookshelf of specific dimensions and instead buy a few more yards of vintage fabric (for when I learn how to sew) or something for the future room of a theoretical child who is not yet in our family.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
But I've found that it's easier to rationalize adding to the pile of unnecessary objects when you also throw something into the "To Buy" category.
This year, I'm looking for things for my office. The train(wreck) room is inching its way up the home repair docket and I'm getting a little excited about the possibilities. I have given no thought yet to the color scheme or even the "vision" for the room. I do know that the trains will have to chug on out of there, but that's all I've got so far.
Oh, and I have this:
I found this last month at my favorite little shop, McMaster & Storm. They are sadly closing up their retail store, but thankfully their online boutique will remain. I got a fantastic deal on this gem. And if you don't believe me, consider this...I called Cory to come and look at it. He did. I told him the price. He said "Get it." This never really happens, so when it does, I don't argue.
Look at all of those drawers! 10 of 'em. And they are numbered. And there's a foreign decal still stuck on it. Something about a maquina. I'm thinking it may be a cabinet from an old tool shop? She's still in Ohio and I didn't take a close-up of the decal, so this mystery will have to be solved on another day.
But I have big plans for it. I'm thinking it will be very useful in the crafty part of my office. At last, my stacks of paper (for when I decide to take up scrabooking), my stacks of vintage greeting cards, my rubber alphabet stamps, my vintage prize ribbons (you heard me) will have found their home.
Few things excite me as much as organizational items.
Here's a view of the back, which is almost as lovely as the front. I need to get this baby safely home. But quick.
In the meantime, brace yourself for a few more related posts. And then, before we know it, Spring will have sprung. And I think we all remember what happens around here come Spring...
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I am hoping and praying, for all of ya'll's sake, that you are devoted followers of this show. This is season three and I have high hopes for the Dillon Panthers.
Honestly and truly, would I lead you astray on something as important as primetime network television? Yes, we only get 4.5 channels here, but even if we were fancy Dish people, I would still watch. Faithfully. And with much anticipation and devotion. I am telling you, it is that good.
I could write a novel about the conflicting roles of morality and humanity that tear at the heart of Lila. I could sing a thousand songs about the complex relationship between passion and duty that is oft explored therein.
But the main thing is: Coach Taylor.
That's all I'm saying - he's the Main Thing.
Oh, and Riggins.
What I'm telling you is, the people are all beautiful and the acting and story are top-notch. And my opinion should mean something to you, because who else among us has faithfully followed every single rose to be handed out since 2004? Who else has missed nary a second of the last umpteen cycles of ANTM? Who else knows and is willing to admit the truth - that Blair is a waaaaay bigger deal than Serena?
So tune in tonight at 9 p.m. ET and every Friday therafter, until further notice. And I beg you, tell me what you think. I dare you to disagree.
Oh, I almost forgot...to honor the occasion last week we hosted a private viewing with some of our dearest.
Sarah: "I'm telling you, Tim Riggins is definitely the new Brandon Walsh. Only a trillion times cooler."
Birch: (Thinking) "Really? He's that much cooler? I know I was only 6 when Brandon ruled the school, but that's a fairly bold statement. Then again...it's Riggins."
Shannan: "Coach and Mrs. T are the modern day Bill and Claire Huxtable. It's true."
Sarah: "I knowwwww!"
Commercial break to grab some amazing snacks. (I'd tell you all about them, but I don't want to take the focus off of where it should remain.)
Linds: (Through gritted teeth) "Just push the button, Cory! I think I hear Buddy yelling about something in there!"
Don't they look guilty? I think I caught them whispering about whether they preferred Tyra's sleek bob from season 2 or her new, curly 'do.