“Let them eat cake!”
-Marie Antoinette
Pinterest has gotten its talons in me pretty deeply… I could spend hours and hours browsing online, only to discover that I’m still sitting in my fuzzy bathrobe, sallow-skinned and red-eyed at 3pm. On a week day. My self-imposed pintervention took place when my sister tried to show me her favorite DIY craft projects and I had to casually pretend that I hadn’t already seen every. single. one. of. them.
I’m BACK (bitches)! I can’t believe how long its been since I last posted on this blog, but my defense is that my camera got smashed… and by that I mean my boyfriend accidentally drove over it with his truck. If I was a conspiracy theorist, I would have written accidentally in quotes because I know he gets so sick of looking at my hundreds of food photos. But what better way to make a triumphant return, with a new, wonderful camera than with a recipe for jello shots!
“Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves.”
-W.B. Yeats, The Falling of the Leaves
“I doubt whether the world holds for any one a more soul-stirring surprise than the first adventure with ice cream.”
-Heywood C. Broun
When asked by my friends who are aware of my *issues* with dairy why I would make ice cream, my only response is: why wouldn’t I make ice cream?? Summer is approaching, my apartment doesn’t have air conditioning, but most of all I must keep this blog RELEVANT! I gotta give the people what they want; if what they want is a way to make chilly desserts without fancy gadgets, that’s what I’m gonna deliver. You’re welcome, America.
Ahh springtime… Colorado is warming up, the days are getting longer, and the moth population is exploding. Few things make me miss Boston more than feeling like I’m living in the middle of a mid-west biblical plague.
“A quarrel is like buttermilk, once it’s out of the churn; the more you shake it, the more sour it grows.”
-Irish proverb
It’s almost a good thing that Nick isn’t here right now because I know my shrieks and attacks of pure panic as they dive bomb my head while I attempt to watch a movie in my own living room, would only get me annoyance and looks of disdain from him… Much like the looks he gets from Sox fans as he walks around Yawkey Way with his Yanks cap on. Now THAT’S what I call a segue!
Since moving (yet again) to a new apartment, I’ve spent most of my time lurking on Pinterest and using the things that said lurking has uncovered, to get craft-y and make some *pretty amazing* decorations… I’ve also opted to not get cable in the new place. I told myself I’d really start reading again, I’d expand my mind and sharpen my intellect.
“Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.”
-George R.R. Martin
What has happened thus far is the discovery that I can watch the same movies an infinite number of times without getting sick of them. I have yet to decide what that says about me.
“Work! Labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow…”
-Sean O’Casey
I have found myself less and less compelled to cook lately and therefore, not compelled to write at all. While I do enjoy making meals for my roommate, I recently came to the conclusion that I just miss cooking for my boyfriend… Then I looked around and realized that I had sent myself back to the 1950s, so I fixed my hair, popped a mother’s little helper and tried to think of a dish that I could load with butter._
Just to clarify, I’m joking about the drugs and fixing my hair.
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