Toast Master

Galettes sucked. Well, didn’t turn out the way I’d meant them to. I need a new dough recipe and a rolling pin. They say you can use a bottle of wine, but no one said it was going to be easy. And I kept thinking I was going to bust the damn thing.

The innards were delicious though. Braeburn apples, brown sugar, dried cranberries, butter… what’s not to love? I took the leftover apples that I didn’t have enough dough to turn into a galette, baked ‘em in the oven, then I blended ‘em up in the blender, and then heated them in a pan with a brown sugar and butter caramel-y mixture. MMMM! APPLE BUTTER DELICOUSNESS! And then I spread that on TOAST.

Man, I sure do love toast.

*BOOM* Winter

Cy had to scrape the ice off my windshield every morning so far this week. What? He’s got man-fingers that can stand the cold better than my bone-china-fingers. Which are brittle. And shatter in temperatures below 45 degrees. Okay, I just had the creepiest mental imagery from that.

I am not joking when I tell you that one day it was 90 degrees here and the next day, I had to bring my basil inside because it was suppose to FREEZE that night. What the hell happened to autumn? It’s like we’ve jumped straight into winter. Actually, to be honest, I’m not complaining at all. I’ve been SO enjoying this weather. I love sweaters and coats and scarves—OH THE SCARVES! Especially after such a disgustingly hot summer. Today is so perfect. It’s like 45-50 degrees outside, a crisp cold. But the sun is warm. My feet are cold, though. Because I’m wearing canvas sneakers (you know, the knock off Converse brand that you get from Payless that are actually AirWalk), because I have problems with buying shoes. It’s just stressful. So I wear the same shoes over and over again until they NEED TO GET THROWN AWAY. Anyway, these sneakers are them.

Monday was Black Velvet Day. It was lovely. We built a fire and had a Black Velvet On The Rocks With A Wedge Of Lime and we put on EARTH WIND AND FIRE! and TOM PETTY! and CHICAGO! (although, grooveshark was pretty much convinced that the only Chicago that existed was the soundtrack from the movie with Renee Zelwhatever and Catherine Zeta Jones) and then we made PESTO! It turned out so surprisingly good. We don’t have a food processor, so we had to use our blender, which, in our experience, can’t even blend WATER without freaking out and making the motor smell weird, so I had serious doubts that the pesto was going to work. But, lo! It did! So we’re going to make pesto burgers tonight.

The house smells like autumn or winter or whatever season it is right now. There’s a pot of water with cinnamon sticks, cloves and ginger simmering on the stove right now for delicious smelling goodness. We’re going to make galettes tonight with braeburn apples and walnuts and cranberries… mmm…

Human Being

Guess what? Last night, I didn’t even think about not being able to get to sleep. I just went to sleep. And this morning? I woke up 10 minutes before the alarm, and convinced Cy to get up without snoozing. Isn’t that just wonderful? We made a pot of coffee and I put make up on and everything.

I qualify as an actual human being again. Whoohoo!

Of Bitchings and Moanings

“This must be Thursday,” said Arthur musing to himself, sinking low over his beer, “I never could get the hang of Thursdays.” -Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams

Alright, so. Life.

I have not slept since Friday night. Today is Thursday. I promise you I am not joking. At what point does Edward Norton develop the mysterious Tyler Durden as his alternate personality? When do I get one of those?

The other night, I was lying in bed like an hour, hour and a half perhaps, after going to bed. Wide awake. I know I should have gotten up and either done something productive or mind numbing to put my brain to sleep, but I was just too lazy to get up—as I am every night, might I add. Suddenly I realized something. It seemed vitally important at the time. “Cy! I never changed my car registration to my married name!”
“What?”
“I never changed my registration! Don’t you think that’s kind of important…”
“Ugh. I was sleeping!”

So the alarm goes off at 6:45 every morning. So far every night/morning this week, I have looked at the clock at 6:30 and mentally told myself, “You had better get at least 15 minutes of sleep! Now GO!” Nope, doesn’t work. Cy probably thinks that I’m sleeping when the alarm goes off, but it’s not true. I’m lying there paralyzed with exhaustion and fear: Will I ever sleep again? My eyes are closed but my brain is wide awake. This morning Cy drove himself to work. I had the opportunity to sleep in. Sometime in the middle of the night I developed a migraine. I tossed and turned to try to find the most comfortable position. Impossible. Cy got up and took a shower and left me to, what I assume he must have thought I was doing: sleep. Wrong.

Five minutes after he left this morning I saw no point in trying any more and I just got up.

I’m almost not even tired anymore. I’m just pissed. This is ridiculous, me! What is wrong?

And for the record, even when lack of sleep isn’t an issue, Thursdays are the worst day of the week. Every single Thursday presents itself to be the day from hell. I don’t even know the last time I had a decent Thursday.

Bumper Stickers I Saw Today pt.2

It’s all about the boobies, apparently:

BOOBIES
More than a mouthful

It takes 2 hands to enjoy
BOOBIES

Don’t Judge Me

All of those were on one truck, by the way. Unfortunately, no, this was not in Meridian, this was in Boise. But they were probably driving from Meridian.