Category Archives: Choosing to be chosen

It Rides Again

Tonight, this beauty rode again.

Yes, the White Trash Panini Press is officially A Thing.  Because if it’s Thursday, there are probably sandwiches to be made.

You see, Michelle came over this afternoon to do some Passover cooking.  Neither of us have ever brought Important Dishes to the Seder table before, so it was really nice that we got to do the cooking together.

Slash, both of us were beyond the point of exhaustion, and I was thankful that neither of us had to go it alone.  What else are sisters for, right?

Our bounty?  We actioned the Charoset and a pair of flourless Chocolate Tortes.

Seriously.  I couldn’t believe we had it in us either.

We’ll probably need to do more workshopping on the topic of Passover later this weekend, but for now, all you need to know is that I’m enjoying my last few beers before The Holiday begins.

I think we all know what takes priority.

What is the first “big thing” you prepared for a celebration?

Switching into High Gear

Most important order of business.

Be a Good Cookie Week was an epic success.  Between the treats baked by Kirsten, her brother Mr. Stonebender, Jeanne, Allison, Megan, Mads and a few donations from Kirsten’s friends, we raised $529.40 for pediatric cancer research through CFKC.

When I started baking with these wonderful ladies, I thought that it would be a good time.  That it would force me to hone a domestic life-skill.  I had no idea that we would be able to raise that much money by the sole virtue of baking for our blogs, organizing cookie exchanges with friends and co-workers, and bringing other people along for the ride.

If you’re still looking for a way to get involved, register your cookie exchange/bake sale with Glad and they will donate $0.10 per cookie exchanged or sold through the end of December for up to a total of $100,000.  It’s just that easy.

Second most important order of business.

Our department cookie exchange was today and one co-worker brought in a snack called Tijuana Tidbits.

To me, that sounds like a drug.  But apparently, it is not.  Which means that it was probably invented by someone who has never set foot near Tijuana before.

Rather, it’s a delicious sweet and spicy trail mix incorporating tortilla chips, popcorn, mixed nuts, Crispix (does anyone actually eat them as cereal anymore?) and some sort of glaze.

Nope.  Definitely not even remotely related to Tijuana.  At all.

But this could become a year-round snacky-stalwart.

As in, I had to force myself to put the bag down so that I could enjoy them once more tomorrow night.

It’s going to be glorious.

Tijuana Tidbits aside, Hanukkah started tonight.

And I’ve been asked by a fair number of friends and co-workers what the holiday entails for us.

My conversion date was a few days before Hanukkah.  So at the party my parents threw for me in 2009, I got menorahs.  And LOTS of candles for said menorahs.  Because unlike Christmas Trees, you don’t just have to choose one menorah and stick with it.  Oh, no.  When you are a Hanukkah-observer, you have many, many menorahs.

One can never have too many ritual objects, you know?

Since Hanukkah and Christmas fall over the same period of time this year, what that means from a practical standpoint is that Marcus and I will be celebrating non-stop (and with other people) from the 23rd – 28th.

Sometimes it will be Hanukkah-themed, sometimes it will be Christmas-themed.  Since Hanukkah is actually a minor holiday on the Jewish calendar and Jesus wasn’t actually born three days after the Winter Solstice, I feel pretty comfortable surrounding myself with as many family members and friends as possible during this time and rolling with it.

Since Marcus and I agreed not to exchange gifts this year (we’ve been extremely blessed), it’s the little things that will make this first married Hanukkah of ours special.

We will light the menorah every night (my parents have a few as well, so we really do have all of our bases covered), which is something we haven’t managed to achieve before.  On Thursday night, I’m actioning a classic risotto for dinner.  Not because it has anything to do with Hanukkah OR Christmas, but because Marcus has been requesting it for awhile.  I thought it would be nice to enjoy it together on the one night of the holiday that we’ll actually be alone for.

Who knows – maybe 10 years from now a festive Hanukkah risotto will be a tradition of ours.

In the meantime, there simply has to be some peace amidst the chaos.

What does your holiday schedule look like?

What are the quirky holiday meals/dishes that appear on your family’s table?

A Bit of Holiday Baking

Today, post-services (we’re nearing the end of Yom Kippur as I type), I actioned some baking for the break-fast, including a batch of Megan’s Lemon Thyme Biscotti.

We can debate the merits of baking when you can’t taste/eat/sample ANY of it, but for now, just feast your eyes.

She was not kidding when she said the scent would permeate every area of your house.

The scent permeated…every area of our house.

Marcus: That smells really good.  What kind of bread are you baking?

He just keeps the slices of humble pie coming ’round these parts.

And baking was the perfect opportunity to use the apron I won from Julia’s giveaway.

Yes, I'm stretching out my running tights while I bake. This is the way I live.

Gorgeous, right?

She bought them for a girls’ weekend and had an extra to share with her readers.  I find comfort in the fact that I now have four polka-dotted sisters in baking dotted across the country.

I have to run – we’re about to head out to break the fast!

What’s one dessert recipe you’ve been dying to try for a while?

Are you an apron-user?

I’ll be honest, I really wasn’t until I moved into my apartment a couple of years ago.  When I realized that it would spare my shirts from savage grease spatters, I got on-board really quick.  The only rule?  They have to be cute!


A Clear-Cut Case of More is More

Kittens, because of our Seders, I’ve spent the past two days exercising in the early A.M. (read: 4:30).  It is a killer.  I am beyond exhausted and absolutely can’t wait to sleep for more than five hours in one go.  That being said, there’s something fairly magical about starting your day watching Paula Deen deep-fry pickled okra.  Or watching Ina Garten make two bricks of cream cheese into an assortment of dips (along with sourcing three loaves of bread) for a four-person luncheon.

Or, it might just be totally depraved.

Your call.

Regardless, by the time I made it home from work today, I flung my body into bed, napped-it-out for an hour and pronounced myself good-to-go for the evening.

Marcus may have been a little bit confused as he watched me silently snarf fruit compote, but bless his heart, he rolled with it.

Even though the Winter Storm Watch we were under this morning got lifted, it was still freezing and gray outside, so I decided that it was okay to continue with the cold weather-styling.

I don’t want to say that I’m excited to put my riding boots away (we’re making up for A LOT of lost time), but I was looking forward to swapping into open-toed flats and sandals!

Maybe this weekend…hm?

For a bit of perspective on what Passover means ’round these parts (beyond the obvious), over the course of two days it involves 20 pounds of turkey.  48 pieces of chicken.  230 meatballs.

It makes Thanksgiving look like the Minors.

And because I’ve never gotten to show y’all Jewish Mothering in-action…

The leftovers.

Oh God, the leftovers.

Top: Leftovers from the first Seder. Bottom: Leftovers from the second Seder.

Lest you think those were ALL of the leftovers, you should really know those were only the leftovers that Sue sent home with US.

We’re totally gonna starve to death this week.

More is more.

What holiday does your family go all-out for?

How do you address the issue of holiday leftovers?

I absolutely adore them, but it’s basically impossible for me to tackle an entire 4 lb turkey breast on my own over the course of a week so this time, a good chunk of it definitely got tossed into the freezer.

Taking it Back

Um, so all of the clothes I picked for Passover?

I take it back.    I take it ALL back.

We only just barely edged our way into the 50s today and now we’ve been plunged into a Winter Storm Watch.

The weatherman said something something, 6″ of Snow, something.  But I decided that this was a clear-cut case of Ignorance is Bliss.

I just want to go on record and say that it’s really not “Winter” anymore.

But that el cheapo sweater I snagged at Ann Taylor on Saturday?  Seems practically inspired now.

And styled…

Y’all know that I’m not a fashion blogger, but inspired by The Man Repeller, I did take a moment to pose-it-out.

You know, edging one step closer to being Soulmates and all that.

Did I mention that flipping one’s hair so that it Artistically falls across one’s face is hellaciously hard?  Because I was looking like a hot mess up there on the patio for more than a few minutes.

All I can say is Thank God for Marcus and the fact that I don’t have to fight with a timer, remote or anything of the like.  It was really enough for me to make sure that I wasn’t flailing my limbs around like Spider Man.

And yes, I mean all of that about the One Planned-Out Shot I took.  We’ll see if lightning strikes twice tomorrow.

My own lovely looks aside, Sue set a beautiful (and lengthy!) table.  Because in order to accurately remember the Exodus, you need to surround yourself with enough people to constitute a tribe ;)

Did I mention that I love the natural light at their place?  Because it kills me dead.  Every time.

And as an added Passover treat, Mom and Dad brought us some frog magnets.

Ironically we’ve had a few of our magnets leap to their deaths over the past week, so they couldn’t have had better timing.

If there’s one thing I learned right away celebrating Passover with Marcus’ family, it’s that Frogs are The Easiest design concept when it comes to decorating one’s table for The Holiday.

I mean, with good reason – turning the water to blood or parting the Red Sea would just be a mess, and the slaying of the first-born was SUCH a downer.

So instead, there are frogs…everywhere.

(And no, I SO did not mean for that to be pun-y!)

Was anyone else totally creeped by The Angel of Death in The Ten Commandments?

I mean, I definitely still find it a little bit spooky, but when I was little…watching that green smoke coming down from the moon?  Freakiest thing ever.

Passover celebrants, what did you do for the first Seder?

In an Elastic Waistband-World

Sometimes I like to play Ostrich, burying my head in the sand.  But sand or not, Passover starts next Monday at sundown and I am going to have to show up to the Seders in SOMETHING.

Since I’m the girl that puts on makeup to go to the grocery store (yes, this is my life), I like to be able to at least maintain the illusion that my shit is totally together.

The reality, is totally irrelevant.

As with all other holidays I’m forced to dress myself for, if eating is involved, I go elastic waistband.

Hell, let’s get serious.  I haven’t put on a pair of jeans since our engagement pictures.  I’m always in elastic waistband-mode.  Aside from my running tights, which have a drawstring.

Tricky.

I suspect the types of people who are successful at wearing pants with buttons to holiday events are the same type of people who are able to eat a small dinner or salad before they go out to cocktail parties in order to avoid jumping the waiter for his platter of Pigs In A Blanket.

I am definitely not that person.

So, while it gives me little joy to spread the following message, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: If you end up having to unbutton your pants/unzip your skirt in order to be comfortable on the car ride home, you will hear me saying I TOLD YOU SO.

Since it’s hard to know if the dining room you’re sitting in will be pleasantly ventilated or uncomfortably warm, my vote is for something on the lighter side.

It is spring after all, and I should like to think that while Minnesota is already fairly warm, most places in the United States are beating us.

In this case, I chose to focus more on tops/accessories because as far as holiday observances are concerned, Passover pretty much takes the cake for keeping everyone in one place and seated.  Yes, you could wear an amazing skirt, but absolutely no one will see it.

No one wants to test the If a tree falls in the forest-theory when they’re trying to make a statement.

I promise that I’ll bring you nightly snaps of my outfits so we can assess whether or not I made the right choices for maximum feasting fabulousness.

Easter celebrants, take heart.  I’ll be back next week with some of my favorite picks for you all as well!  Lord only knows that life is boring if you only get to celebrate one set of holidays.

And because only celebrating for a day is dull, I’ll be on the prowl for Egg Coloring (Saturday night) and Egg Hunting (Sunday afternoon) outfits :)

More is more.

How long does it take you to plan your holiday outfits?

p.s. A little treasure for you all via Kate at elefantitas alegres, Kate Middleton for the Win.  I’m an 11/10 fan of our soon-to-be Princess, but this is hysterical.  Truly, I’ll never be bored again.

All-Carb Weekend

Kittens, this weekend has been an all-carb one.

Usually this is the part where I would say, I kid!  Or make some crack about Thanksgiving coming early.  The reality?  It’s mid-March and sometimes instead of letting the train run over you, you have to jump on.

Oh, how I jumped.

On Friday we did a tasting  for the Groom’s Dinner that ended up being more feast-y and less sample-y (read: lasagna, penne with white + red sauce!, blueberry tiramisu and flourless chocolate torte).  Saturday?  We journeyed to Edina for a cupcake tasting at Sweet Retreat.  We ALL know how that goes.  I probably had three cupcakes.

Sorry for partying.

And today, for Purim (it’s on March 19th this year) we baked Hamantaschen.

Apparently our mission was to bake ~22 dozen cookies.

So, totally no big deal.

Lord help me.

A simple pictorial step-by-step:

The filling. You can stuff them with whatever, really. But we go the chopped-dried fruit route. And the occasional peanut butter and chocolate chip route.

The staging area. Thank God for granite countertops.

Ready for the oven. The nice part about baking these things? They don't really spread and they nest oh-so-well.

The finished product. Obviously brushing them with an egg wash wasn't our numero uno priority.

Beyond the two that I snarfed while we were there, I brought home another 12 (half of which ended up in the freezer).

Nothing is safe anymore.

Nothing.

The good news about an all-carb weekend?  99.9% of the time they’re relaxing as hell.  You had better believe that I read the latest copy of ELLE, did some fairly focused de-cluttering, and napped like it was going out of style.

All-carb weekends: Do you find them relaxing or no?

What do you do when you’re coming off of an all-carb weekend?

I usually go for a heavy dosing of green tea (check!), something spicy (check!) and as many veggies (check!) as I can round-up in one go.

Insufferable and Nothing Else.

Preface: Tonight’s message is brought to you by Champagne.  We love it.

Kittens, our little trash TV-confessional was amazing.  I laughed at every single one of your comments.  Partially because I watch a TON of those shows, and partially because I felt like we all really dug deep.

So in The Spirit Of Truth, let’s keep the ball rolling.

I’m embarrassed to be admitting this.

BUT, the bitter cold we’re having.  It’s making my joints ache.

If that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard coming out of a 23-year-old’s mouth, I do not know what is.

As much as I’d like you all to believe that I’m a Northern Girl and am completely cut-out for life on The Frozen Tundra, it’s just not the case.  I spend October through April shivering.  It is insufferable and nothing else.

But you know what they say about Minnesotans.  We never leave.  And if we do manage to plot our grand escape, we always end up coming back.  It’s like a bad relationship, really.

So bravely, I accept my fate.  And having a cold nose as an acceptable state-of-being.

Tonight is the first night of Hanukkah.  AKA mini-gift-fest 2010 begins.  I thought that I’d have some sort of elaborate plan for what order I’d present Marcus’ gifts to him in.  But since I only have four of his gifts completed, I think we can all agree that it’s just best to let nature take its course.

I figure since y’all hopped to with suggestions for what I should get him, it’s only fair to share our eight days of Hanukkah with you as well!

Night One.

For him.

For her.

We unceremoniously presented them to one another before rushing off to The Imperial Room to enjoy a happy hour with Emily and her fiance, Igs, who is Israeli (and is in-town until Monday!).  Tomorrow night, wrapping may become mandatory.

A success, no?

Are you a gift wrap lover or gift wrap hater?

Personally, I absolutely love wrapping presents to the point where my Dad will pay me to wrap Mom’s.  There’s just something about curling ribbon that gets me every time.  Conversely,  for Billy’s birthday (as well as mine…and for Christmas morning presents), presents have either been unwrapped and arranged on the couch, or hidden beneath a beach towel.

A Cautionary Tale

Much like the animals of The Frozen Tundra, I’ve spent the day eating and sleeping.

Hibernation is near.

Thus, it is time for a cautionary tale.

So, Hanukkah is coming up, right?

And I, being Little Miss Ideas, told Marcus that I didn’t want to spend a lot on gifts this year.

Some might call that self-sabotage, but I think it’s fine.  There’s just not a ton that’s been catching my eye in stores (as was evidenced by my Black Friday haul) and quite honestly, we both dissolve into fits of anxiety when we’re trying to pick out The Perfect Gift for one another.

How unnecessary.

Since I didn’t celebrate Hanukkah as a youth, I think the idea of eight days of presents is absolutely hysterical.  In the spirit of that and thrift, I suggested that we do eight days of $5 gifts.

Which is great, except for the fact Lindsey has been really on-the-ball with gift ideas and suggestions for Marcus.  According to her, he’s totally done figuring it all out.

And here I am, racking my brain trying to figure out the perfect gifts for my sweets-despising, non-coffee drinking man.

This is not how I thought it was going to go.

After a ’bout of inspiration last night, I got a good start on his presents, but I’m definitely three or four presents behind.

Not good.

As per the usual, Internet, I need your help.

What are the gifting traditions that you and your family (or boyfriend/girlfriend/fiance/husband/wife) have?

$5 gift suggestions for a 27 year-old man.  Go.

Is it wracking or racking your brain? The internet couldn’t give me a coherent answer, so I just took a shot into the dark.

The Kind of Shenanigans I Aspire To…

As Marcus and I lolled about last night, catching-up on our DVR backlog (Community, The Office and Outsourced…we’re such slaves to NBC), we realized that this week will be a “normal” week for us.  And by that, I mean one in which we don’t have exotic social commitments, Marcus isn’t travelling and we can just do normal couple stuff like cook dinner and enjoy drinks on the deck.  By Friday, I’ll hardly know what to do with myself. 

Not that the word normal means anything (Um, hello?  Relative term.), but what does “normal” life look like for you? 

The recipe for Emily’s Chicken Taco Stew is still in the works, but in the meantime I added recipes for Roasted Squash  and Mozzarella-Pesto Flatbread.  When I made the Flatbread for David and Sue’s Sukkot Party on Sunday, I committed the cardinal sin of actioning party-treats: I brought a dish I had never made before, and therefore had never tasted.  Thankfully, I’m apparently surrounded by pesto fiends, because people snapped it up like they had been starved. 

There were dozens of treats (Which turned me into a snacking fiend…you know how that goes.) and I found some unsuspecting cookies nestled next to the blueberry loaf. 

Minor detail: That cookie was the size of my face. And I dominated it.

 The joke was on me.  

Because you wanted to know, that would be a Chocolate Chip Cookie that’s made of gold.  Apparently, they go for $150 for two dozen at dessert auction, and I have to say, I TOTALLY GET IT.  Most of the time I take a minute while eating something that’s particularly “bad for you,” to determine if it’s actually worth finishing.  In this case, I didn’t even wonder whether or not it was bad for me until I had snarfed it down.  

Oops.  

Those are the types of shenanigans I aspire to. 

But Wendy, I’m calling you out.  I think that your cookies and Justin’s Cookies  are one and the same.  And my world is a better place because of this. 

Friends, take note: If you do not have designated Chocolate Chip Cookie bakers in your life, now is the time to find.those.people. 

AND, only two more wake-ups until I pick a winner for my giveaway, so be sure to enter!