My Official Title Is Cookie Monster

•December 22, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I met up with my friend Mrs. Rev last week.  And to get into the holiday spirit, I watched her make Christmas cookies.  I helped [some] and brought the cookie cutters [and my stomach] but she didn’t really need me.  I did much of nothing but sit on my fanny.  And take pictures.  But I loved the friendly company [and the smell of cookies].

Making Cookies

These cookies were soft, sugary and had just enough lemon to make you go “What is that?”  These were some seriously yummy cookies.  Better than the Christmas-FAIL-cookies I made four years ago.   Haven’t picked up a jar of sprinkles since then.

The thing about making cookies like these is that it takes forever.  F-O-R-E-V-E-R.  As in a three to four hours for 48 festive-shaped baked goodies to be produced.  But it was fun.  That’s the point, right?

This is how our evening went:

Mrs. Rev made the cookie dough, chilled it, rolled it out and stamped the cookies.

Making Cookies

I painted [some of the cookies] with colored egg yolks.  I did a good job, no?  Best darn evergreen tree I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Making Cookies

Mrs. Rev baked the cookies.

Making Cookies

And I waited for the cookies to come out of the oven.  Well, so did Mrs. Rev.

Making Cookies

And then they cooled.  We only ate one cookie that night.  It broke – a sacrificial cookie for this Cookie Monster.

Making Cookies

Because if Mrs. Rev hadn’t been looking, I would have shoveled a few these in my mouth.  They were NOM!-licious.

Guess Who Came To Work Today?

•December 21, 2009 • 2 Comments

Max the Pug
I swear, I’m ready to make him our office mascot. 

Thank you, Max, for making my Monday fantastic.

Tortilla Rollups

•December 21, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I have this thing about food bloggers: I love them.  I want to be them.  But I’m not very good in the kitchen.  So I’m not them.  I talk about random crap instead.  Fantastic, no?

If you think about it, it’s a brilliant idea.  Being a food blogger, that is.

  1. You pick a subject.
  2. You take pictures of the subject.
  3. You blog about the subject.
  4. You eat the subject.  G-E-N-I-U-S!

So today I’m playing food blogger.  Not that I am one.  But I wanted to eat my subject.

I chose a very simple yet very yummy subject: Tortilla Rollups.  They’re so easy to make that not even Uncle Eddie could mess this one up.  For reals.  As the food-blogger-wanna-be, I say make these for your next holiday get together.

Tortilla Rollups

Tortilla Rollups
- 12 flour tortillas
- 8oz cream cheese (softened)
- 1 cup sour cream
- 1 4oz can of green chiles
- 1 cup of salsa
- 12oz of shredded cheddar cheese
- some chopped red bell pepper and green onion
1. Put everything but the tortillas [and the kitchen sink] in a bowl and mix well.
2. Spread onto tortillas and roll up them suckers.
3. Refrigerate overnight.
4. Slice into bite-size pieces and plate.
5. Watch your friends devour them and think they’re store-bought.

The Seventies Saved Me

•December 18, 2009 • 5 Comments

Last Friday I went to a fantastic local restaurant (Lynn’s Paradise Cafe) with some girlfriends from high school.  I was all set to document the night with the bright colors decorating the room as the backdrop.  I didn’t expect it to be so dark.  And the white balance to not help me.  Boo.

After seeing how dark and orange the photos were, I was pissed.  I hate using the flash so I didn’t.  And I hate that the only lens I have that can even stop down enough (even with the ISO up up up) in those lighting conditions is a fixed focal length.  I’ll let that one slide though because I heart my 50mm.  I would have classified this as a photog fail but luckily I found a save.

Photoshop.  But not anything that I could figure out on my own.  Everything I tried with curves and color balance did not work.  (How I hate you color balance!)  I tried black and white but then all the amazing bokeh disappeared.  I need that bokeh.  But there’s this little action (provided by The PW) that I love and it took away all of the bad parts.

Of course, we look like we’re hanging out at Lynn’s in 1977 but I don’t care.  That was a good year, right?  My photos have been saved.  And that makes me happy.  It probably doesn’t make Kelly happy though because I am posting this:

Lynn's Paradise 2

This picture alone makes me really really really happy.  This is the gal who, whenever she sees a camera, poses with the right side of her face towards the light and her arms positioned ever so perfectly behind her back.  And I have her making a fishy face.  Hate all you want, Kelly, but I LOVE THIS!

The bokeh, too, makes me happy.  Big blurry balls of colored light.  Love you.

Lynn's Paradise 1

Kelly being cheeky.  This makes you look like your mom, by the way.  Just saying.

Lynn's Paradise 3

I think that phone cameras are going to get a lot of people in trouble one day.  It’s bound to happen.

Lynn's Paradise 4

My beautiful Nat.  I promise that is light on her chin and not drool.  Pinky promise.

Lynn's Paradise 5

Abby’s universal gang sign that irks Kelly to no end.  “Why do you only do that in my pictures?  I swear Abby, you’ll be so mad at yourself for doing that when we’re all in our wheelchairs.”

Lynn's Paradise 6

And then it being removed from the situation.  (Pah! The situation.)

Lynn's Paradise 7

Brenda laughing at herself.  We laughed too.  With her, of course.

Lynn's Paradise 8

And she continued with her very entertaining story.  But I’m not at liberty to repeat it.  Ever.  I think I’ve said too much already.

Lynn's Paradise 9

Alden.  Being Alden.  Asking questions.  Always asking questions.

Lynn's Paradise 10

I made a new friend that night.  I tell ya, if it’s a la mode I find it.  And put my face in it.

Lynn's Paradise 11

My second favorite of the night.  We were talking about Hullaballoo, a weekend of concerts that will making its way to Churchill Downs here in Louisville.  And Bon Jovi is the main act on Friday.  We love Bon Jovi.  And “Livin’ On A Prayer” is one of our all time favorite songs.

Once we hear it, the world stops.  We sing, we dance, we love it.  And Kelly was whisper-belting it at the table.  She was not loud (thus “whisper”) but she definitely has those Celine Dion head shakes down.  And this is why I love her so so so much.

Knot To Brag… OK, Yes I Am

•December 17, 2009 • 7 Comments

I finished my scarf!

I started this knitting gig about six weeks ago.  My Mom got me started, fixed my mistakes and helped finish her up.  And so did Bev’s magic hands.  I know how to bind off now.  I have absolutely no idea how to cast on.  Which is why I haven’t started on another project yet.  Minor details though.

Here she is, in all her glory, my long, squishy, warm, incredibly soft and static-infused scarf:

My First Knitting Project

It took me 1 week to mess up as much as I possible could.

It took me 2 weeks to distinguish a knit from a purl.

It took me 3 weeks to be able to undo my row to fix a mistake.

It took me 4 weeks to complete 3 rows without a mistake.

It took me 5 weeks to feel like I was “knitting into a black hole”.  (says PodMate)

It took me 6 weeks to finish the darn thing and then tell everyone I’ve met “I made this.  Myself.  With yarn and wooden sticks.  Isn’t it fantastic?”

My First Knitting Project

I love this thing and we don’t even know each other that well yet.  But we will.  Because I plan to wear it everyday it is under 40 degrees outside.  So that when I meet more people I can say “I made this.  Me.  I know, seems impossible right?  Who knew wooden sticks were so useful.  Those apes were on to something.”

My favorite part is the fringe.  I knew I wanted fringe on the scarf when I started it.  And I love it.  I just don’t love how static has these little guys floating through the air and taking my hair with it.  Boo static, boo.

My First Knitting Project

For my next act, I will be doing a hat.  A matching hat.  So it will be ribbed like my scarf.  And in the same yarn.  But I may have to omit fringe.  Or just put a big tassel on top.  We’ll play that one by ear.

To see my scarf’s progress:
I’m On My Way
I’ve Been Bitten