Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Be Ok: I'm a gallery of broken hearts; I'm beyond repair, let me be; And give me back my broken parts
The Way I Am: Cuz I love the way you say good morning; And you take me the way I am
Far Away: He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea, And close to my heart he'll always stay
You and I: Well you might be a bit confused; And you might be a little bit bruised; But baby how we spoon like no one else; So I will help you read those books; If you will soothe my worried looks; And we will put the lonesome on the shelf
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
- The dough recipe attached to the first link is no bueno. It doesn't work at all.
- I LOVE kneading bread dough. It's simple, it's easy, it's fun. And it's something humans have done since the dawn of time. I always like doing things that are basic not only to the history of the human race but to my family specifically. I grew up making bread with me mum and I love every part of it.
- If you are making dough on a winter evening and need a warm place to let it rise...use the dishwasher! I ran my dishwasher right before I started cooking. After the dough was ready, I couldn't find anywhere to put it. I happened to brush up against my dishwasher and realized how warm and cozy it was. So in went the covered dough. Perfect. It's rising as I blog.
- Though I don't consider myself a chef, I am getting better at it. All my life, I have been the one who has to follow a recipe step by step. I measure everything exactly as written. No flair, no improv, no risk taking. But as I cook more, I have started deviating from the recipes (I know! right?). Nothing big, mind you, but definitely more than I used to. This evening's example? The recipe calls for one clove of crushed garlic to be sprinkled on top of the pizza. While I love garlic, I am not a fan of biting into a chunk of it. I decided to infuse the required olive oil with the garlic so I get the flavor but not the chunks. To those professional (Helm) chefs reading this, I know this the reinvention of the wheel, but I was proud of myself for thinking of it.
- No one seems to agree on how to make a margherita pizza. Every recipe includes the same ingredients and they all start with putting olive oil on the dough and end with basil on top. The middle part, however, is up for debate. Do you put the mozzarella down first, or the tomatoes? Is the parmesan sandwiched between the crust and mozzarella, or sprinkled on top of the tomatoes? It's a mystery.
- I want to try a thin crust recipe next time. It tastes good but it is thicker than I like. I enjoy a good Italian thin crust. Enjoying the toppings is where it's at for me, not getting full on crust. But it's good for the first time around.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Since graduation, I have been busy but I haven't had much purpose. I caught up on some great TV shows (the wire, the office, coupling, and more) and spent some much-needed catch up time with friends. Nevertheless, I don't feel like I am working toward anything and its a little boring (yes, I know I have a lot of planning to do but it doesn't really take up that much time). Last week, I read the One Cent Stand blog and laughed my ass off. The guy's resolution was to buy 100 stamps and send 100 letters. That's it, but boy are they hilarious. Reading the responses he received made me remember how fun it was to do that kind of thing. So, what I am getting at is, I need a thing. Something to work on, something to be excited about, something fun. I would say, "Throw out some suggestions!" but only two people read this as far as I know (though they are awesome and may have some awesome ideas :). If you have any suggestions please tell me. I'll keep thinking and let you know what I come up with.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Today's Quotes (after all the build up for funny things, these are not really. They are more in the advice column...):
"You have a good day and don't you let anyone change it."
"Every day is a good day, some are just a little better than others."
Conversation of the day:
If you were stuck on a desert island, would you rather be stuck with Brad Pitt or George Clooney? This quickly morphed into, if you were there for a long time and would eventually have to eat one of them, who would you choose? Which then led to a discussion of how the eating would take place and eventually the line of the day "I wouldn't roast 'em on a spit cause then the arms would flail around when you turn them."
Monday, November 23, 2009
Who I see: The guy who always has a hat that matches his outfit. The same hat. I am convinced he has at least four of the exact same hats in different colors. He rides the train every morning to Sam Weller's for coffee.
What I think: He is a retired writing professor who loves the smell of old bookstores. He wakes up at 5am on the dot, no alarm necessary. Every morning he gets ready in precisely the same order before walking to the train station where he arrives at 6:21. He is bothered when UTA changes the TRAX schedule because he has to adjust his routine by three minutes.
Who I see: The little old man who walks the same path to work every day, at the same quick pace, with his head tilted down exactly the same way (he also wears a hat but unlike the first guy, it is actually the same hat).
What I think: He has done this every day for at least 50 years. Working at the church office building defines him. He has a wife, five kids and a plethora of grand and great-grandchildren. He is an accountant who was raised by Depression era parents so he was taught to watch every penny. As such, he is a saver and probably could have retired ages ago, but he just can't imagine not working.
Who I see: M.A. (Formerly known as "Creepy Trax Guy")
What I think: ok, ok, all pedophile jokes aside, I feel bad for him. He has been a constant in my world for nearly four years now and I have never ever once seen him with another human being. (And, ironically enough, I have never heard his voice.) For a long time he rode the train with two of his co-workers, yet they never sat together and talked, never walked to work together, nothing. If he didn't freak me out so much, I might try to be his friend.
Who I see: The middle aged hispanic man who has his bike with him on the train every afternoon at 4:02.
What I think: He is happy. Life is simple for him and, while it may not be easy (riding a bike in the freezing cold sucks ass), he finds lots of little things to be happy about. His family is important to him. He has a granddaughter who is about five. She has pigtails, loves pink, and likes to sit on his lap while he tells her stories until she falls asleep.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Boswell's London Journal
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tomorrow will be Day 8 in my ten-day wait for the results of my graduate school application. Overall, I am doing well with the waiting. Every once in a while (usually every day on my way home to check my email), I have a minor panic attack about the impending response to my request. I want very much to be accepted. My dream for a long time has been to move to England. I don't know if I want to be there for the rest of my life or just a while. All I know is that my heart has been set on it for years. That being said, I'm terrified.
Moving away from home is a big deal. My family, my friends, my comfort zones are all in SLC. I love to travel and have no concerns when I am required to do so alone, but a year is quite a different tale. Moving to London, I would be among fellow students who have left home to go to school as well, and hope that we would have that connection, if nothing else. England does have some built-in comfort zones for me though. Some of my favorite people live there and the prospect of being so close to them is really exciting for me. All told, I am eager to hear the answer and, hopefully, start planning for my year abroad (and try not to be sad about the things I will miss out on by being gone).
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
I have been working quite a bit on my application for graduate school. Things are starting to come together which makes me simultaneously giddy and nauseated. I received my new passport last week, as well as my official transcript (which means my diploma is probably not far behind :). I have two professors on board to write letters of recommendation. Yesterday, I sent them all the info they asked for so they can write a glowing review of me and my amazingness. So all that remains is to write my final application letter along with another essay about why it would be awesome for the school to help me with some of my tuition. As soon as that's all together, the application is off. The school says I should be notified of their decision within 10 days. So, for those of you who see me regularly, be prepared for a few days of anxiety-ridden text messages. I will keep you "post"ed. (That was for Alex. For the rest of you, I apologize).
As I alluded to at the beginning, I recently went to visit E in Bama. It was a lot of fun. We ate some yummy food, saw some crazy football fans, and watched us some Buffy. Good times were had by all.
This is not news so much as a side comment, but my friends rock. Sara participated in a triathalon this weekend so she kicks ass in the literal sense. Brandon, Alex and I went to support her. Sitting on the sidelines, watching athletes on a beautiful Saturday morning was hard work, but we managed. We ended up sitting by two guys that seemed to know quite a bit about the event so we learned a lot as well. Whether any of it was true we will never know, but we feel more well informed and that is what it's all about really, right?
That evening, we went to the Bayou to eat a bunch of greasy food and have a few drinks- no pear cider though : ( . I choose to document the following story purely to embrass Brandon. He had to leave before the rest of us due to prior party plans. He asked for the check and, when the server gave it to him, he got pissed off because she had not included a pen. So he asked the girls at the table for one but found no success. Catching the servers eye proved difficult as well so he just stewed in his annoyance for a bit. When she finally came by, he asked her for a pen and she was happy to oblige. It wasn't until Kelly caught Brandon surruptitiously sliding his credit card into the bill folio that the whole story came to light. He had not given her his card yet and therefore had nothing to sign with his much-needed pen. To those of you absent from the proceedings, this may not make you giggle quite as much as it did me. His eagerness to hide his embarassment upon discovering his error was as great as my desire to make sure everyone heard the tale. That, my friends is true schadenfreude.
Friday, August 28, 2009
What do people call you?
Update: Brundle. Yeah, another name. WTF?
New for this week: Millow, Llewelyn, Holly and Melanie
And for this week: Melar and Norell
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Once a year or so, I try to go to San Diego to visit my sis. Here are some pics from this year's trip.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Rueben Loaf. Actually from earlier in the week but it was sooo yummy!!!
Catch Phrase: A guaranteed laugh fest
Holly, Cody, Alex, Me, Chris, Charity
I have no idea
My cute parents
How dare you give me a flower?
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
After finishing my final final last Thursday, I was more than ready for a getaway. My criterion were specific but not too demanding, in my opinion. The rules were:
Somewhere not in Utah
Where I don't know anyone
Preferably haven't been before
I presented this list to several people and was less than satisfied with their suggestions. When I finally had the chance to ask E (one of my favorite-est people of all time) what she thought, her answer was almost instantaneous. Vancouver! And this is why I love her. She knew exactly what I was going for and a more perfect location could not have been suggested. A city...on the water...right by mountains...where I don't know anyone...and have never been before. Needless to say, the weekend was amazing. Here are the highlights (not in chronological order) :
The Cambie Gastown hostel. The prices were cheap, the accommodations clean, and the shower strong. All you could ask for in a shelter.
history if you are interested. For those of you familiar with the library in Salt Lake, the next picture should look familiar.
As per Kat's suggestion, I headed to Stanley Park to visit the Aquarium. First, I rented a bike and trekked around the outer edge, which is all seafront. The views are unbelievable from pretty much every point along the path.
aquarium. I arrived just as the dolphin show was starting which is always entertaining. :)
This sculpture is in the fountain just outside the front doors.
Granville Island and wandered around the markets. There was a lot of really interesting things to see and soooo much delicious food to drool over. I was a big fan of the bread stand. I was able to resist the temptation but just barely. Everything looked delectable.
here. It looks like a lot of fun. Perhaps I will be back in town next June :)
My last night in town, I ate at the Steamworks restaurant. The spicy pizza I had was amazing and perfectly complemented my Blueberry Mojitos. A lovely end to a lovely trip.
If you want to see the rest of the pics....check them out!