Monday, March 30, 2009

I got worms! And, in other news...


I have a worm. I do. Well, Pete and I both do, and it's wreaking havoc on our computer. This worm really, really loves pop-ups in the middle of my hulu, and crashing pretty much, um, everything. Hopefully will be resolved soon so I can start posting my pretty pictures, and random nonsense more regularly.

In other news... I returned home from an uber-quick jaunt to DC to an apartment that smelled absolutely divine: Pete was cooking up some gumbo in preparation for our Friday night outing to Symphony Hall to see the Blind Boys of Alabama and Preservation Hall Jazz Band (or as T put it so succinctly: The BBOA).

Ever have those days when you just want to put on flannel pajamas and get in bed, but instead you rally and you're so glad you did? This was one of those nights. Fortified with andouille and mint juleps, we headed downtown for a fantastic show. Even though we had, er, limited leg room, it didn't matter because we were on our feet most of the time.

[Note: Do not buy any seats in row C, 2nd balcony in Symphony Hall. Don't be cheap. It's not worth it.]

And so, I will wrangle the worm yet again tonight, but in case I don't get back here soon, I leave you with musical inspiration...


Thursday, March 19, 2009

Bullwinkle stew

P in his "cooking cap"

An item to add to the "something new" list: I ate a moose. Well, part of one anyway. Pete managed to obtain some moose meat on his recent expedition up to Maine. Upon my return from Miami, I was quite famished and headed straight to the fridge. I was not expecting to see a hunk of meat merely labeled "moose" on the top shelf.

I know my mom is terribly sad that we ate moose (her favorite animal, tied with the beaver...), but, Mom, it was delicious. You know that beef stew you made G&G the other day? It's fantastic with moose. It was a noble (and delicious) beast, so rest assured it was much appreciated.

Pete's Magnificent Moose stew recipe can be found here with annotations. If you ever manage to procure your own moose, through legal means only(!), I highly recommend it.


Friday, March 13, 2009

The opposite of smelting, year 2

T pays homage to the Dude...

Once again this year, P and I chose to spend a weekend engaging in completely opposite activities. Last year, he went smelting, and I drank kir royales on the couch. This year, he went smelting with a bunch of boys, and I went to Miami with my childhood girlfriends.

There was much relaxing, as evidenced in these photos:

Tropical Sangria:
pineapple and canteloupe infused chardonnay

Outside lunching in March:
impossible to do in VT

View from home base

There's not much better than a sunny getaway at the tail end of winter. Thanks, C, for arranging everything. Looking forward to not smelting again with you next year.


Thursday, March 12, 2009

good to the last drop

No reading ahead.

Whenever I travel, I always allow myself to buy a best seller treat from an airport newsstand or bookstore. For my recent trip to Miami, I picked up this book. I just finished it last night, and immediately burst into tears. It. Was. So. Good. Pete was understandably alarmed, but my puffy eyes this morning were worth it.

Not since my Thirteenth Tale obsession has a book engrossed me like this one has. It's kind of Mansfield Park/Atonement-esque. Now, I'm going to say something that may cause some trouble: If you read this book, do NOT read ahead. I know this is like saying "don't think of a white bear" or putting a button in front of someone and saying "don't push this," but I am guilty of the read-ahead and was so glad that I didn't do that this time. The book was great until the very last page. Literally.

I'm trying to make Pete read it next, but if you call dibs in a comment, I'll put it in the mail to you when he's through...

PS - Keep in mind, perhaps not high literature, but very entertaining.
PPS - It might take Pete a long time to read.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

all kinds of awesome

nuh nuh nuh-na, nuh nuh na-nuh
[Clap! Clap!]

I recently discovered that every episode of Beverly Hills 90210 is online. Snow storm's a-comin -- good thing I have 10 years of reruns to keep me busy...

PS - I have $6 cable, I'm entitled to my online TV habit.
PPS - In eighth grade, I got a Betsey Johnson dress at Century 21 in Brooklyn that (I thought) looked a lot like Brenda's dress in this picture. There's an 8th grade graduation picture of me and my girlfriends decked out in our finest 90s gear, which we referred to as the "9-oh picture..."