Oatmeal- peanut butter cream filled cookies and orange-chocolate scones
Firstly, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that although it was Mother’s Day (just wait for Georgene’s comment on here shortly…) I in fact did not spend it with mommy dearest. Instead I was in Houston with Gabe’s family, spending the weekend at his godmother’s house.
So of course, I had to find a way to go overboard with brunch — and not without some… hiccups, because it wouldn’t be a day in the kitchen without them, right?
In full disclosure let’s just get the dirty laundry out of the way quickly.
1) Only one oven of the double oven was working. And to make matters more complicated, the one oven that is working is a broiler oven, unbeknownst to me.
2) I made it to the grocery store at 11:30, when they closed at midnight, the night before brunch. We were able to get what we needed, but of course, I was up at 6:30 to go and get a bag-full of items I forgot, oops.
3) Being in a stranger’s kitchen, I had to improvise some kitchen tools, of course, later to find them hiding somewhere.
So problem #1 considered, we went for more of a …. 6-ish hour, spread out “brunch tapas” event. Yeah, that’s what we’re calling it.
Hello. Gabe here. Let me tell you what a normal evening at home is like:
Chris: What do feel like eating today, option 1, 2 or 3?
Me: I think option 2.
Chris: Well I really feel like making option 3.
STORY. OF. MY. LIFE! (I know I’m spoiled. Whatever.)
This Valentine’s Day we didn’t feel like joining the mobs for a ‘romantic’ dinner with an overpriced menu, so we simply turned the tide at home. I made dinner for a change. I mean…I make dinner sometimes…but it is rarely, if ever, pescatarian friendly. Dinner consisted of vegetarian beef and cheese enchiladas, Spanish rice, refried beans, empanadas, and homemade margarita-like cocktails. Continue reading
I’m feeling like I’m in high school. I’ve got a crush, one that I’m not supposed to have. One that I never thought I would have, but once I dipped my pinkie toe in, I was head over heals.
All I can say is that Austin is sunny surprise of a city. Maybe it’s not all that surprising, really, since half the people I know seem to be having the same thoughts.
Maybe it’s because it’s Texas. And maybe because I tend to think things out well in advance and try to set a bit of a course for myself to follow. Well either way, spending a few days in Austin really changed my mind. I mean, it’s moved itself onto my shortlist of “places I could live if jobs didn’t matter.”
Before I start planning my next trip (wait, I lied, I’ve already been doing that), here’s why I love Austin…
So I promise that I’ll get better about updating regularly, or at least semi-regularly, while traveling. But well, I dropped the ball slightly on my first trip since launching.
It was off for a catholic-filled weekend in the Rio Grande Valley! As usual, I was prepared to overeat, drink lots of Mexican beer and sweat. And I did all of them, with emphasis on the eating.
So, I get mad at Delta, sure, but is it just because I almost exclusively fly them? I mean, all airlines mess up and suck at times, right? Well Delta, I take back all of my cursing, because getting upgraded on 3/4 flights over the weekend was pretty damn great…. even with delays and being stuck at the Memphis airport for 7 hours. Note to self: never let your medallion status lapse.