30 July 2008
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26 July 2008
On that note, onto birthday celebrations, and birthday celebrations means lots of yummy bday food. So perhaps not the healthiest.... but delicious and better than Taco Bell! And I must say, while I write this, I am bubbling over with excitement and anticipation for my surprise birthday party tonight. I cannot wait to see what Rachel has cooked up!!! You're the best, Rachey Rachey Pants! And thanks to everyone who helped keep all the fun details a surprise -- I love a good surprise!!
Yesterday, me, Birgit, Lisa Z, and Kate had a pre-birthday pool party, and it was the most beautiful day. Extra special thanks to Hannah Montana for keeping our bootleg Sangria nice and cool. And thanks to our respective (however potentially hated) bosses for oh-so-wonderful summer Friday half-days.
After my no-sleep night on Thursday, and what is sure to be a wild and crazy night tonight, I was happy to retire on the early side... So I could get up today and hit the Saturday farmer's market after a many-week absence. Luckily, the vendor a few weeks ago was wrong about the cherries -- they were everywhere! I was so excited. I also couldn't resist the cutie little brussel sprouts -- not sure what I'll do with them, but man am I sucker for cute and mini. Oh yeah, and some green beans for us, and the pooches (their fave!). And, of course, I spent too much at the cheese booth, but I simply could no longer resist the salmon cream cheese. Mmmm. Funny, I couldn't be more disinterested in cooked salmon, but anything raw or smoked I am all over. Delish.
19 July 2008
Today, we headed up north to visit dad in Saginaw. And to celebrate what is likely our second-to-last trip to Sagnasty EVER... we grabbed a delicious greasy lunch at Tony's. Brad decided on the Original Tony burger, dad got the spaghetti and meatballs, and somehow I ended up with THREE eggs. And I ate every last bit. Sidenote: I did NOT eat the pound of bacon they gave me. Bloody hell!
So anyway, this week was all about the Art Fair. And although us townies for the most part bemoan stupid ole Art Fair, I volunteered to help out at non-profit booths for two nights. As per usual, the hottest days of the summer fell for the fair, and Kate and I nearly melted during our shift at the Planned Parenthood booth on Wednesday. I must confess I was a little nervous about this one, as I crumble upon confrontation. Luckily, no one gave us any crap, and we provided many local teens and college kids with dum dums and condoms. We were even able to dole out some advice to two college boys who expressed concern for "their friend" who prefers quantity over quality. And the moment I was dreading all evening... an eight-year-old boy pointed at the bowl of condoms and said "what are those?" Gulp. I deflected. "Those are for big kids!" Sheesh!
Thursday it was a shift at the Humane Society booth with Lisa Z. Our fearless HSHV leader Kelly was there, as were two other volunteers. We had a blast coming up with "unconventional" ways to get donations, deciding that our booth would be much better with jell-o shots. Stay tuned next year...
We were next to the greyhound rescue booth, so we met lots 'o pooches.
Finally, a quick note to say... Our little Georgie is FIFTY-ONE POUNDS!!! What a big boy. :) Can hardly remember his first days with us, when he was barely 14 pounds. We heart you, Georgie porg!
Gimmie that food!
15 July 2008
CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP
As badly as I wanted to come back with a glowing recommendation for the turf and surf, I must admit defeat. I ate most of it... On first bite, it tasted interesting. Few more bites, ok, this isn't so bad. But then it started to taste really fake crabby. And tinny. I left the last few nibbles on my plate and attacked my (melted -- damn long line!) milkshake, which was adequately yummy. It was lovely to dine with the always lovely Lisa, and I was super glad I'd ventured out for the special occasion. Alas, as soon as I got home, the ohhhhhnooooooowhatdidIdoooooooooooo belly ache kicked in. UGH. Note to reader: roast beef does not mix with fake crab.
Fast forward to Thursday, when I finally had the chance to hit up the Farmer's Market -- goat cheese was on a two for $10 special. Score!! (....and we've had goat cheese for every meal since I think!) I also FINALLY found my cherries. I did a little dance (in my head). But was so very saddened to hear that it was probably the end of the cherries. WHAT?! I finally find them, and that's it? I guess it wasn't a very good year for cherries. They weren't even that beautiful or delicious. But I took 'em and have been gobbling them up since. I also got my first pint of blueberries, which I am finding very tasty (the pooches are, too!). I took a chance and picked up some zucchini blossoms, too.
Birgit joined me for dinner on Thursday, and I decided to do something with the blossoms. Why, stuff them with goat cheese, of course! Here they are, all stuffed and ready for battering and frying. Note, the egg? Flour? RIGHT THERE....
Here's my first batch of blossoms. In the oil. NOT BATTERED. What an idiot! HA! But it's my first time, right? It's ok to mess it up! :) (...even if said battering resources were inches away...)
Second round? Much better.
The finished product... At least we had four tasty blossoms!
Thanks for being my guinea pig, Birgy. (Luckily, we had leftover pizza as a backup plan....)
PS OMG OMG I turn 30 in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS! AHHHH!
14 July 2008
13 July 2008
06 July 2008
Now that that is taken care of, it would be a shame not to note the lovely, friend- and family-filled week I've had. Wednesday my California relatives were in town, and, joined by the always awesome Aunt Sandy, I spent the evening with Aunt Karen and my cutie pants cousin Alex, who, at 14, towers over me by what seems like a foot. Friday, my California friends made their way down to AA, and thus commenced BBQ Danceparty 08. Me, Birgit, and Brad got the day started right with a few delicious drinks around 12:30. Melissa and Shawn arrived around 2:30, where we killed the rest of the drinks, some nachos, and fired up the grill (I did make it to the market last Wednesday and was able to make a yummy all-local, vegan salad and a plate full of local grilled veggies). After a several-hour reprise in the AC for some Dazed and Confused (ok, and a little Buck Angel, too) and a few naps, we made a quick trip to the liquor store and hit the deck just in time for our own personal fireworks show. Not sure where they came from, but they were pretty impressive and went on for at least a half-hour. While poor George wasn't a fan, it made the evening festive and provided the perfect jumpstart for a little running man, ass shaking, and all around annoying the neighbors with '90s hip hop. After recovering the next day, there was pool time with Kate and Birgit, followed by a delicious-as-always meal at Prickly Pear. Today, I figured my skin needed a breather, so I've been taking in some reading in the shade while the pooches cautiously navitage their just-filled-up pool. Sigh. Why does the weekend ever have to end???
PS You'd be best off avoiding our Omen-esque backyard for a while. Thank you, latest wicked storm.