Some days, I just want to shower you with random facts. The tidbits that my mind latches onto, like the fact that forty-seven percent of the U.S. is unoccupied. Or that it takes thirty seconds to make a Louisville Slugger. Or that after twenty-two weeks in the womb, baby girls’ ovaries already contain six million eggs – a lifetime’s supply. Pretty strange, neat, amazing stuff, no? These are the details just under the surface that make the world work. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: March 2015
St. Patty’s Day Tofu and Salsa
Yesterday on my way to work, I saw my first crocus of the season. I nearly cried. And on this morning’s commute, NPR told me that the sun rose at 7:11 am and will set at 7:11 pm, a whole twelve hours of daylight (and more!) from now until June 21st. Ahhhh! Spring! But as I’m traipsing past flowers and basking in 68 degree weather, my friends and family back home just survived another snowfall. This makes 2014/2015 the snowiest winter in Boston since 1995/1996. To be honest, I have no specific recollection of that winter. I’m sure I had lots of snow days, home from school, helping my parents shovel, taking my sled to St. John’s Seminary and riding down the hill on the backside of the property. I can’t imagine I had any complaints. It’s funny how adulthood and all its accompanying commitments change our perspective on the piles (and piles) of snow that accumulate on our yards and roofs and sidewalks and streets. For someone like me, who has still not acquired all the trappings of a legitimate adult life (like a car or a driveway or high heels or a child or a commute that requires actual commuting), I still love winter. My walk to work takes 40 minutes rain, snow, or shine, so it really makes no difference to me. The cold and snow make being inside cozy and being outside refreshing. Seriously, I have no complaints. Continue reading
Veggies and Weddings
It’s been a while since I last posted. I have my reasons. First, the internet and I aren’t really getting along right now. There’s nothing like a Facebook hacking to sour me on the idea of sharing private information in a public forum. But don’t worry, the internet and I are working out our differences and rebuilding trust, we should be back on good terms very soon. Second, life got busy! I spent Saturday consuming a misguided combination of wine, champagne, and hard alcohol at a fabulous bachelorette party in Charlottesville. The bride-to-be is a dear friend, whose family owns the house next door to ours in Rangeley. She and her sister were my summertime best buddies. We swam and water-skied together. Took up old lady hobbies, like knitting and needle point. We camped out overnight on the boat and in a tent in the yard. We baked cookies and ate half the dough. We even cooked elaborate meals together with multi-course menus that we handed out to our parents before plating their food. Continue reading
Sarah Had a Little Lamb
I LOVE lamb. Isn’t that awful? Of all the meats I could have fallen head-over-heels for, I chose the one with the cutest face. Even when I was slowly coming out of my “I don’t like any meat that resembles meat” phase, lamb was one of the first creatures I took to. I did take a brief hiatus from my lamb-eating ways during one of the summers I worked on the farm. It’s a little harder to eat the guys, after spending the day digging potatoes and picking beans next to them. But I quickly reverted back to my adorable-animal-eating ways. Ugh. PETA come find me and jail me now. Continue reading
Cooking For Sig 