Over the long weekend a few weeks back, Alex and I went up to Somerville and Cambridge to spend the weekend with friends on our old stomping grounds. After a frustratingly long bus ride and subsequent 3am arrival at our friends house, we crashed. In the morning, good as new, the five of us strolled over to Kelly’s Diner in Ball Square for this amazing spread. There’s nothing like a diner booth table overcrowded with amazing breakfast foods.
The day is swiftly approaching. Friday we’ll pack it all into the UHaul and Saturday we rise early and drive to Brooklyn. It’s exciting and overwhelming and there’s SO much left to pack. I will be mostly M.I.A. for the next week. I have to stay on task, and I need your moral support! Soon enough I’ll be reporting from Brooklyn with LOTS to process and suss out.
Things to think about in the meantime:
Prosciutto Wrapped Asparagus with Lemon
Teamwork makes it happen
Panko Fried Scallops (AMAZING)
Wish me luck! See you soon, Brooklyn! I’m going to miss you so much, Boston-area!
…should I go out on a limb and just go to culinary school? It’s now been my “backup” career for YEARS, and lately all I want to do is have people over so I can cook for them and fill their bellies and then fill them all over again if I can con them into staying for another meal.
The above quotation is from my last post. Since it hit the internet waves, I have gotten an overwhelming response from friends and family that I should indeed attend culinary school. The thought of switching careers has become more sharply realistic since my coworkers and I are facing the elimination of our jobs (if the district initiates full-day Kindergarten for the 2009-10 school year). As I continue to scratch my head about all of this, I am also continuing to cook up a storm… perhaps more than ever.
Three of my most wonderful friends came to visit this weekend (hi guys!), and for once I chose to welcome them with a lunch instead of a dinner.
Photo Credit: Gourmet Magazine
(THIS RECIPE AND OTHERS AFTER THE JUMP!!)
I am a Red Sox fan. I have a hat, and a keychain bottle opener. I am also, however, an inconsistent fan. If you were a bully, you might call me a fair-weather-friend of the Sox because I only watch the post-season, but you would be wrong (sort of).
I only watch during the post-season because for the past two years, I have lived in two houses with no televisions and one apartment with a television but no cable. No cable means no NESN. No NESN means no regular season games (at least very few). The post-season is on network television, so it’s all I get. Even tomorrow’s game is on NESN. The opener? Really? Thanks, guys. However, I wouldn’t watch it anyway. NOT because I don’t want to, but because I just can’t think about baseball until after April 22nd (MY SHIT IS DUE IN TWO WEEKS??!?!!!!). And even then, I still won’t have a TV and cable until July at the earliest (even that is still up for debate…).
All that said, I’m going to be a real grown-up soon, and being a real grown-up means that if I don’t pick up some consistent hobbies, I will be subject to a swift kick in the head by Boredom. Grown-ups like baseball, right? Or do they only like to listen to smooth jazz and discuss nature documentaries while sipping on a glass of rosé. It will be more likely that I will watch the Sox with wing sauce all over my face and a cold mug of beer in my paw. Maybe being a grown-up isn’t so scary after all.
I am in high-stress mode. I have three weeks until my senior thesis work is due. THREE WEEKS. And only TWO DAYS until the performance I’ve been producing/directing happens. My back is in knots, I am weary no matter how much sleep I get, and my capability to speak in full sentences is incredibly diminished. BUT, for your sake and mine, I am trying to relax. I’ll tell you how.
1) Wednesday night, I will be getting a 1-hour massage. Hopefully that will reduce my physically manifested stress by a LOT.
2) I’m also trying to think of comforting things in general. I’m going to take you to one of my happy places…
We are sitting on the couch in our favorite comfortable clothes. We are drinking cold beers. Maybe a Red Hook ESB or Brooklyn Pennant Ale ’55. (If you’d rather hold a cup of tea or water, that’s fine, too).
