Monthly Archives: January 2011

An Extra 10 Seconds of Effort

This morning, as I was getting ready for work, I attempted to apply blush.  To my forehead.

Ooops.  My B.

I’m all about the bronzed look, and the sunburned look comes fairly naturally for me.

But the covered in unnaturally-colored body shimmer look?

Died in 7th grade.  Which, coincidentally, was when my dignity first arrived on the scene and I stopped buying cosmetics at Bath & Body Works.  Fact.

Ironically, this was FAR more concerning to me at 6:30 AM than the ~3″ of snow I had waiting for me on my commute.

An extra 25 minutes of driving?  No big deal.

Rolling into the office looking like I attempted a couture interpretation of War Paint?  Problematic.

Thank you, Monday, for the way you make every week feel so fresh and exciting.

Another night, another dish.  I know, I know.  The Mania continues.

Tonight, we made Mom’s Green Chile and Chicken Enchiladas.

Marcus and I have made enchiladas on more than one occasion, but y’all know that if Jenna says DO, then We Heed The Call.

I mean, at this point, it’s just silly not to.

More practically, we have a couple of busy nights this week and required a meal that would have a high leftover-yield (read: More than just a day worth of lunches).

Behold: The solution.

An unholy mess.

I almost made this dish with one can of enchilada sauce instead of the required two.  I was perplexed and trying to figure out why an otherwise ample amount of sauce would need to be doubled.

What I didn’t realize is that some of the sauce was meant to go INSIDE the enchiladas.

Thank god for reading the recipe all the way through, right?  Asking Marcus to stop by the grocery store on his way home from work was definitely worth the extra 10 seconds of effort.

Have you ever attempted anything on the order of my beauty-bumble?  Used lip liner instead of eyeliner?


Not Expecting

Fact of Life: I’ve been a napping fiend this weekend.

Given that I’m one of those militant-types who is up by 7 AM no matter what the day, it’s been a little bit weird.  And Linds thought I was faking her out when she called yesterday and I informed her that napping was my activity of choice.

It wasn’t a fake-out, it was just necessary.

I blame it on the registering.  After last weekend’s debaucle, we needed to make one last push to take care of some business at Target.

I mean, in contrast to our first experience, we were Peaceful.  Organized.  Armed With Lists That Made Sense.  In Control Of Our Emotional State.

But as a special bonus surprise, when the Associate gave us the registry gun, they somehow managed to transfer all of the items on Jon and Kelli’s Baby Registry onto our Wedding Registry.

We removed all of the questionable items from our registry as soon as we got home.  But not before we received some concerned phone calls from family members wanting to know what, exactly, we were planning to do with 0-3 month-sized onesies.

Marcus yelling SURPRISE! in the background probably didn’t help the situation.

I think they’re expecting a boy.

Or they’re trying to do one of those gender-neutral nurseries.  It’s hard to know these days.

Tonight, we made Aloo Gobi.

And, not-shockingly, it was spicy and delicious and wonderful.  As I was feasting-it-out, I understood the true meaning of what it is like for one’s taste buds to be dancing.

I barely knew what to do with myself.

The actual dish  involved a bit more chopping than some of our other endeavors, and the recipe involved more than a few modifications, but the end result was yet another Dump and Ignore meal.

It also marked the first week where we didn’t bring $10+ of spices home from Cub.  So that was pretty much a victory right there.  Our grocery budget definitely appreciated the gesture.

Do you believe in napping?

Like I said, Linds thought I was faking her out.  I’d say I partake every two months or so.

Do you follow a specific grocery budget?

We generally try to stick to ours pretty closely.  I mean, some weeks we’ll be $10-$15 under and others we’ll be over by as much, so it basically balances out with the weeks that we actually “make it.”

Warm. Content. Blessed.

Kittens, some weekends are scheduled up the ying.  Others, not so much.  I’m not entirely sure where this one falls (though certainly more scheduled than not), but I do know that I have had some seriously wonderful moments this weekend that have just left me feeling…Warm.  Content.  Blessed.

I had a phone-happy hour with Lis.

Some of you might be wondering, What, specifically, IS phone-happy hour?

For Clarity: We each poured ourselves a glass of wine at 5:00 on a Friday, hopped on the phone, and proceeded to address all of the most important current events in our lives.

There were many.

I caught up with Erica.  She informed me that she was seriously considering adding a canister to her kitchen set for Funfetti Cake Mix.  I told her she had my whole-hearted support for that life home-improvement project.

Tiffany and I had a lovely dinner at Bacio.  We ate more crusty bread than could ever possibly be considered appropriate.

I know some people warn you off the bread basket when you’re out at dinner so that you can “save” calories for something else more…nutritious?  Filling?  Since Marcus and I don’t exactly have a kitchen full of refined carbs, I figure a rampage every Once In A Blue Moon is more than just acceptable, it’s necessary.

Especially when it’s at your favorite restaurant.  And they serve The Best Crusty Bread.

AND (the most fun surprise that I barely even wanted to think about because I didn’t want to jinx it!) this morning, Ameena and I got to meet-up over tea at Brit’s.  I started reading her blog this fall (how the Internets brought us together we are entirely unsure) and when she let me know she was coming into town this weekend, I was SO EXCITED (yes, it’s worth all the caps).

This is the part of the post where I’m supposed to show you glamorous pictures of us meeting up wearing really adorable ‘fits and drinking tea.

But the thought of taking a snap of the situation didn’t even cross my mind.  So just imagine us in cardigans and boots-arrangements (she had some seriously ferosh over-the-knee ones) sitting by a window, in a pub drinking tea.

It was weird (you know, since we were actually meeting for the first time) and wonderful (it was just like catching up with an old friend) and I am SO glad that it all came together the way it did.

Naturally, check her out.

And now, because I have to go to Casino night and rock what I’ve been preachin’ with a pair of peeptoes/strappy sandals, I’ve got to do what I do best and attend to my Mitts + Paws.

Have you had any wonderful moments this weekend?

Have you ever done a blogger meet-up?

This was actually my first one (I went to the Minnesota Blogger Conference this fall, but that wasn’t really to “meet-up”) and as I confessed to Ameena, I was nervous!  Obviously, that feeling disappeared ASAP.

You Can’t Just Un-See

Yesterday, I was informed that the Superbowl isn’t this weekend, it’s next weekend.

S0 here I was, fretting about what to bring for The Big Game.  A dip? Something that involves the oven? A new recipe?  A tried + true favorite? And really, it was all in vain.

Yes, another week gives me the chance to kick back and relax.  But we all know that what it really means is that I’ll spend the next seven days planning it all over again.

Since I no longer had to decide whether or not I would read Vogue in my free time or bring it with to the party (which might have been inappropriate, but it seemed like a totally logical solution to me), I’ve been taking care of business.

And in that process, I’ve been gently reminded that some things you can’t just un-see.  Like the Arch-Rivals spread in the January 2011 issue of Vogue.

Y’all know there are just some trends I can’t get on-board with.  Like those Plaid/Lumberjack shirts that people insisted on running around in last winter.

For the record, if you were one of those people, I still respect you.   Y’all know it’s just not how I roll.  For better or worse, I’m a Patent Leather-Pearls-Cardigan-Polo-Ballet Flats-Neon Print-type of girl.  I’ve never known any other way.

But platform shoes?  When we slammed the door on those in 1999, I NEVER looked back.

We should have seen it coming.  We brought back clogs last winter  (1997, We Missed You!).  And some people would have us believing that cargo pockets are an acceptable sartorial choice.

Denial? Ain’t just a river in Egypt.

In case you need some refreshing as to why Platform Shoes are the Devil’s playthings, let me bring you back to the 6th grade at West Middle School.  I had not one, but two SUPER-CUTE pairs of shoes that fell into the “Platform” category.

Public Enemy #1: A pair of slate blue Sketchers sneakers with a three-inch platform.  They were not fashion.  They were not function.  They were purely WTF?

Public Enemy #2: More subtle than the first, these were a pair of black foam sandals from Target’s Xhilaration line.  Only two inches off of the ground, these bad boys had a woven faux-bamboo sole and an electric blue butterfly-flower arrangement embroidered on the outside of each sandal strap.

When I wore those things, I thought that I was All That.

Like I said before, I NEVER LOOKED BACK.

Kittens, I thought we were Home Free after we miraculously bypassed the Parachute Pants phase.  But I die a little bit inside when I suspect that the next thing to return to the scene could be the white peasant skirt.

But our future has already been written.

What’s one trend you just CANNOT get on-board with?  What’s one trend you don’t even want to admit you embraced?

p.s. If you haven’t been, make sure to check out my latest style post on TC Jewfolk!

To die for.

Most important order of business: Happy Founders Day, Kappa Alpha Theta!

As much as I’d like for y’all to think that I’m On The Ball All The Time, I completely forgot about it until Ems e-mailed me this morning.  At which point I looked to my left (I work with one of my pledge sisters), wished Bri a Happy Founders Day and we went about our business.

In lieu of another lengthy post about the meaning of sisterhood, check out Five Years Ago Today, which is probably one of my favorite posts…ever.

Sisterhood aside, since our last wedding planning meeting, I’ve been a little bit overwhelmed.  I’m a bit of a perfectionist, and so the whole thing is just a lot to take in.

The Real World Application: I’ve been cooking like a maniac (like you haven’t noticed) and the supply of chocolate chip cookies in our freezer is rapidly dwindling.

I know, I know.  I need to get a grip on the situation.  I mean for all we know, next week, I could be going after my mitts with new polish colors on a daily basis.

It would be time-consuming at best.

So for now, The Edible Nesting Cooking Mania seems like a manageable alternative.

Manageable: Tonight, the situation was a combination of goat cheese, artichoke hearts, olives, onions and tomatoes.  To die for.

And as I was basically face-planting into my plate, Marcus announced that he realized what it was that he so disliked about The Lasagna.

The goat cheese had been cooked.

I had to do a double-take too.

I know I’m amongst fellow cheese-lovers here.  So, throw your hands up in despair, roll your eyes, huff, and stomp your foot.

But you should also know that this is the man who let me spread garlic-stuffed green olives all far-and-wide across the pie, despite the fact that he would have to pick each and every single one off.

Lest I go without.

So we can cut him some slack this time, eh? 😉

Last but not least, my latest Style Post is up on TC Jewfolk!  If you’re coming to casino night, want to go on an accessories-jag or just like looking at pretty things, check it out!

Do you prefer to nest or cook?

Bloggers, do you have a favorite post of all-time?  If so, leave the link in the comments so that I can check it out!  It would be a lovely way to start the weekend 🙂

Kat: Unedited

Kittens, I’ve read more than my fair share of blog posts lately detailing the horror that is Writer’s Block.

I mean, I totally get it.  I had the good old WB for the entire month of December.  It was so cool.

But sometimes, it’s not that I don’t have anything to write, it’s that I have no idea as to what snapshot of my life could possibly be interesting enough to be broadcast to friends, readers and the odd-stranger.

Marcus is more than familiar with this situation as it usually entails me camping at the kitchen table with a glass (or two!) of red wine, while he de-camps to the basement with…more wine.

And when that mood strikes, I find myself at a point I like to think of as Kat: Unedited.

So just call this a confession…or something.

I know that I’ve been cooking up a storm for the past two weeks.  Tonight was freezer-purge night, and so last night before we tucked in for the evening, I grabbed a bag of stuffed pepper mix out and tossed it in the fridge to defrost.


For the record, if you want an easy weeknight dinner, freeze your leftover stuffed pepper mix when you’re making them the first time around and re-incarnate at a later date.

To give them a bit of a kick, I mixed together some chili spices and stirred them into the mixture before stuffing the peppers.

Inspiration?  Yes.

But still not the point of my story (though it may be one of its own another time).

The point of my story is this: I’m in it for the cheese.

Don’t get me wrong, the stuffed peppers were delish, but there is no greater joy than eating the melt-y, crunchy cheese that makes its way to the bottom of the pan.

Depraved?  Totally.

I mean, it’s not on the same level as the fact that 80% of the time, I only eat the frosting off of a cupcake or slice of cake, without actually touching the cake itself.

But it’s pretty close.

I am informed that there are some cheeses that you’re actually meant to do this sort of thing to.  I think we can all agree it would be best if I didn’t go there.

Because I might never return.

Cheese fiends, show yourselves.  What’s your vice?  Cheddar?  Goat?  Bleu?  Are you all about the baking?  On crackers?  In curds?

Model Patriot

Most urgent order of business: Today I learned that ABC Family Messed With A Good Thing and released Mean Girls 2.

Say what?

To re-phrase, ABC Family shamed the memory of Regina George, Gretchen Wieners, the 80% chance that it’s already raining and tried to re-create a brand of madness that knows no method.

Confused?  Mystified?  Under the same impression as I was – that Mean Girls was never meant to have a sequel?

We’re all on the same page.

To make an extremely long story short, I am appalled.

I mean, for crying out loud, Mean Girls brought us back to a peaceful place before the very fabric of time and space was warped by The Jersey Shore, sexting, Silly Bandz and Four Loko.

The Good Old Days are dead, kittens.

Am I the only one who feels like The Social Contract has been broken?

Tonight, I wanted to address the massive pile of magazines that has completely taken-over my reading basket.

By that, I mean the January issues of Vogue and bon appetit are languishing alongside ALL of the February issues.

We all know how that goes.

But then I got all Civic-ly Minded at the last minute (y’all know I have to move as The Spirit strikes), and decided that it would probably a good call to watch The State of the Union.

You know, embrace the joys of American Citizenship, stay in-the-know about the plans for our country over the next year, check out Michelle Obama’s ‘fit (loved it, btw!)…that sort of thing.

Model Patriot.  Right here.

Confession: I may or may not have been secretly excited for the excuse to go on a Capitol Hill-induced CNN-jag.  It ain’t no election day coverage, but in a pinch it’ll do.

Did you watch the State of The Union?  How did you feel about the First Lady’s Outfit?

I’ll be the first to admit that while I found her frock to be a flattering one, the cream was a bold choice in that sea of black, gray and navy suits.

Who else heard about the monstrosity that was Mean Girls 2?