Thursday, February 19, 2009

sideways snow day

Blessed sleep.

Thank you, tryptophan! Hallelujah, Tylenol PM!

It was like I was hit by a truck, but it was a truck full of down pillows and butterflies. It was a glorious truck. I’m still a little overcast. But my head is not longer swirling with clouds.

The new Beirut album is eclectic. Disc one is all Mexican-big-brass-folksy-goodness and disc two is all gay-boy-dance-clubby. Guess which one I prefer?

Phil’s in Saugatuck have the.best.wings.I.have.ever.had.

Period.

I keep forgetting I’m going to Mexico.

This weekend: hang out with bff, last minute Mexico shopping/banking/packing, and most importantly: introduce baby Neal to Founders. Woo. Hoo.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

steady as she goes

I’ve got that holding-on-to-the-end-of-a-whip-feeling.

This leads to sleepless nights.

Like last night.

2:30am found me awake and writing nonsense.
3:30am found me pondering trickle down economics and how bad things would have to get in the US to make moving to China sound like a better life.
3:45am found me reading David Foster Wallace short stories.
7:10am found me wondering how I was going to get through this workday without tears.

Beirut’s new album “March of the Zapotec” comes out today. It was inspired by Zach Condon’s recent trip to Oaxaca. I must own this.

Homemade macaroni and cheese is amazing: mascarpone, seriously sharp cabot, a little cream, a little butter, and some sage. You will not be sorry.

And I dare you to find this anything less than awesome.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

now...what to do with the giblets...

I am not having an affair with Wyclef.

I just want to make that clear.

I have been making domesticity my bitch these days, however.

My bread was amazing, my chicken was perfectly cooked thanks to my lack of squeamishness when it came to stuffing whole herbs between his skin and meat, my salad was proportioned, and my roasted vegetables were perfect.

Plus I made dark chocolate espresso brownies with ganache topped with raspberries (felt guilty about that one, but dang they good) and vanilla bean Haagen Das.

I’m a catch.

Tonight: make stock with the carcass. knit. drink a martini. make something yummy with leftover marscarpone cheese. listen to los campesinos!. start reading livability.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

every tuesday night should be like this

This was good

My first cottage burger: from the rye bun to the green olives-ingenious deliciousness

Titus Andronicus: A big old mess of sound that hit the spot. Amazing. Truly.

Los Campesinos!: Pop music at it’s best

Founders: Their double trouble IPA is a masterpiece

I could attempt to wax poetic about the show, but I wouldn’t do it justice. There is little better than buying a $10 ticket, traveling a mere 25 miles away, having no expectations and yet having what might be one of the best concert experiences I’ve had in a while. We bought vinyl of two bands whom I might never have gone to see if I’d heard them first (Technically we bought vinyl of one band and Joel bought vinyl of the other but we have duel custody of said albums unless, of course, that Titus ends up being as awesome as I think it will be in which case I’ll have no choice but to order it from Full Circle) as neither of them sound like something I’d be into. The power of live music. And The Ladies Literary Club. And Ken Hefner being awesome.

After having lived together for over a year we’re finally having Peter’s parents over for supper in the barn Friday night.

The menu:
roasted organic chicken
roasted veggies (potatoes, carrots, and onion)
sautéed kale
homemade bread
salad
homemade brownies with ice cream

I say, yum-my.

Monday, February 9, 2009

because change is the only constant

Stupendous weekend.

I’m not sure what west Michigan did to deserve 6 straight days of sunshine. God might have something to do with it. Or global warming. One of the two.

Things I did this weekend:
ate a mini hashbrown omelet at the Windmill
went to the beach
listened to stellar music on vinyl most notably Sea Change. And Fleet Foxes. And Neutral Milk Hotel.
Sandbar-ed. Twice
Had breakfast at Remember When with the NYT

Things I’m doing this week:
sleeping
seeing los campesinos
drinking tea with the bff
roasting a chicken, baking bread, creating a delectable dessert
being cool

Friday, February 6, 2009

what's the difference between jam and marmalade?

it’s awesomely filthy

things I never thought would happen but did so maybe the universe provides after all:

meet will refvem
be happy in february

Monday, February 2, 2009

"and the winners all go home with a big piece of jewelry"

What not to do when making Mexican Pork Chili:
Sear a big piece of pork shoulder on a stove without a vent
Attempt to flip a big piece of pork shoulder by yourself
Peek at a big piece of pork shoulder while it’s roasting

What to do when making Mexican Pork Chili:
Drink pineapple mojitos
Watch Wall-E
Be cool

What to do when eating Mexican Pork Chili:
Drink good beer (the IPA in the spring Magic Hat sampler is darn good)
“Watch” the Superbowl with geeks who talk about Star Trek
Watch the Superbowl with a sports fan who bet you the Steelers would win by 24 points

Lessons learned from Superbowl Sunday 2009:
Make Mexican Pork Chili
A grease burn on one’s neck can always be covered by a sweet tat
There is no end to hilarious homoerotic overtones in football