Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Bon Appetite!

I've been watching Julia Child's show all afternoon while sitting home alone and being sick.  This has got to be the best thing I could be watching right now.  I'm both entertained and amazed.  Have you seen this woman work?  She's absolutely hilarious.  Several things have occurred to me:

1. This woman is drunk.  And if she's not drunk, someone is slipping her something.

2. She totally dropped half of that giant potato pancake on the floor when she tried to flip it.  This supports the first thought of intoxication.

3. I know it's in black and white, but that french onion soup is BURNT.  And smoking.  This warms my heart because it doesn't matter how great in the kitchen you are, you can still burn things.  If Julia can do it, we can do it.

Fortunately for me I was sober when I made my eggplant dish (though not nearly as entertaining, I'm sure).  My sobriety contributed to it not being burnt.  And I didn't have to flip it (although I did have to toss it in the pan a few times, which was pretty dicey).

Eggplants get a bad rap.  Often viewed as slimy, mushy, or tough, those who love them are forever trying to convince those who do not to change their minds.

Case. In. Point.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Hey Baby, I Think I Wanna Marry You

It is 82 degrees in this room.  Practically a sauna in our bedroom on 53rd street.  It is completely balmy, my face feels hot, and I'm pretty sure I'm sweating behind my knees.  It's a gross feeling (the sweat behind the knees thing).  Makes me feel icky.

12 hours ago I was sitting in a cool house in the woods.  Nay... a PARADISE.

Two floors of A-frame goodness.

Life Events

Today is the day her ring comes.


I'm typing this while she's at work, awaiting my grocery list for the cabin trip we are about to take for the weekend.  I know, I know... it's kind of a "done deal".  I already said yes.  But just because I said yes, doesn't mean she will.  (of course she will)

If you're reading this on the day it's posted, this is the day I've asked Cori to marry me (back).  We're currently in the woods in her family's cabin - one of the single most special places to her.  I will have gotten the ring, put it in a monkey box (pictures to come, I swear!), the tea set up in a mug, the dress (again, pictures to come) hung with care, and I'm desperately trying to surprise her.

Cori is very difficult to surprise.  This is due in part to a) her being my best friend I naturally tell everything to, and b) her ability to find shit out.

I'll be honest:  she knows this is coming.  The surprise (and delight) will be in her not knowing what point during the weekend it will happen, nor does she know about the dress or the monkey (monkey boxes are severely underrated).

So while I'm securing my bride-to-be in this little contract called an engagement, I'm going to leave you with a fresh early-summer salad.  Cori loves salad, and I love Cori, so this works out.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Go Thank Your Mother

Hey.  How's your mom?  Are you a mom?  Is your mom near you at this moment?  Did you get your mom anything for Mother's Day this year?  Did you call her up and tell her you owe her/love her/need her/support her/thinks she's stellar?  I bet you did and I bet she feels the same way about you (minus the owing you her life bit).

It's Mom's Day (today!), and I'm currently eating my pathetic little bagel and shmear, wishing it was brunch, and wishing it was with my mom.  I'd make something eggy and something sweet.  Possibly french toast with crazy amazing spiced butter.  We'd be drinking yummy coffee and chatting about the vegetable gardens we both built and planted.  I'd help her walk the dogs and then sit on the porch with the remainder of our steamy cups of java and just lounge the day away.  No crazy restaurant reservations.  No getting up at the ass crack of dawn.  Just time together, acknowleding that I'm only here because she chose not to kill me every time I screwed up as a child. 

Mom - I'm so glad you spared me.  ;-)

So while I move on to eating greek yogurt (lemon is a miracle flavor), I leave you with my favorite brunch-tastic menu items.  I hope that wherever you are and whatever you are doing with your mom, it's special and happy.  Tell your mom what's up for me.

Kasey's Mom's Day Brunch Picks:

Apple Cinnamon Swirl Bread

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Feeling Crunchy

You know that feeling you get when the guy next door decides that 9am is the time he's going to start using his weedwacker/chainsaw/backhoe?  You're laying in bed, pretending to sleep (because, let's face it... you've been semi-awake for probably 15 minutes, but it's your day off and well, you just refuse to wake up any earlier than 10am), and all of a sudden -


Immediately you turn into, what I like to call, A Surly Hedgehog.  (see fig 1)

Spiny, fussy, hissy.  And you get surlier every time that guy takes a pause and then starts back up again with his rain of torture.  TURN OFF THE BUZZ SAW, DUDE.  I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE.  HAVE A HEART!!

This may or may not have happened this morning.  Not to me (oddly enough), but to Cori.  I was already downstairs with my face shoved in a steaming cup of caffiene.  After she [finally] came downstairs after what seemed like hours of enduring the rooster call of the buzz saw, we took turns doing our best impression of surly hedgehogs. 

I think mine was the best.

There are much better ways of waking up on your day off.  Like when there are good things to eat that you can smell all the way up in your room.  Good things like biscotti.  I'm talking REAL biscotti, not just some hard chunks in a plastic package you got at the grocery store.  What I'm saying is... we could do this.  Together.  You and I.  We could MAKE biscotti.  And we can MAKE them in any flavor that WE want to. 

Like what?

Oh, I don't know...  maybe white chocolate, lime, and coconut?  Are you feeling that one?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Getting My Bearings Back

This past week I've been on the crazy train.  The late bus.  The backwards Buick.  (Okay, that last one was totally made up... but I'm making it a thing right now!)

I came back from break last Sunday and it was as if I'd never met life before.  Hello, I'm Kasey, and I'm new at everything and will screw it all up!  That was what it was like.  I couldn't win... and the rest of the week followed suit.

We get in ruts.  You know what that's like, right?  As if everything you touch gets broken, messed up, or two darker shades of cray-cray.  Oh hi, you're going to ask me a simple question?  I'm going to answer with something that's totally from left field!  What?  That's not what you were looking for?  Watch my head spin!  Is that better??

And no... it was not "that time of the month".  I kinda wish it would have been, because then I would have had more of an answer as to why I was being weird.

I just needed to... reset.  I needed to have time to step back, take in a deep breath, and think about what I was doing and why I was wound so tight.