So, I guess I took an unscheduled blog break. A blogcation, if you will. You won't? Ok. Things that have been keeping me from this blog:
- I had a birthday! I'm now 28 and bitter instead of 27 and bitter. But at least I'm not 30. So, there's that.
- I watched some peeps get married in Arkansas. It was actually quite nice and beautiful up there on Mt. Magazine. I'd like to go back.
- I watched Top Chef Masters. Did you know that Rick Bayless is from OKC? Rock on.
- I have been consumed by work. Back to 60 hour weeks with nothing but commute, work, commute, sleep, commute, work, commute, sleep. There's not even time to drink excessively. Sadcakes.
- I've purchased a couple of cookbooks that will no doubt gather dust while I eat at Chick-fil-a too many times. They're actually great books, though: Simply Organic and Mark Bittman's Kitchen Express.
- The summer roommate moved out.
- I've watched lots of movies: Julie and Julia (as a Smith grad, it's required viewing), which sucked except the parts Meryl Streep was in; Funny People, which was unfunny and awful; The Goods, which was surprisingly hysterical.
- I've hotly anticipated and subsequently analyzed the return of Mad Men - it was as good as ever. New episodes are pretty much the saving grace of Sunday nights.
- I got a new car. It looks like this. The events that caused this purchase are boring and complicated, but who cares! I got a new car! WOOOOO! (By new I mean new to me, it's gently used. Also, it'd better last me at least 100,000 miles or I'm screwed.)
So, all in all a good August thus far. But I'm exhausted.
Oh, and did you see this? Good thing I got season tickets. You know, until we fuck it up.
9 comments:
Again, I find myself recommending Alton Brown. He did an entire show about Okra, and actually made it seem pretty appealing. Although, my favorite version is fried (even though it is time consuming).
i know, i know. it's good in cajun/creole stuff - that just takes lots of spices. i'm growing lazy in my cooking ways. but, oh yes, fried is sooo delicious. perhaps i will make time.
Even bitter, the 28 year old you is better than the 27 year old you because you have a new car. Unfortunately, the 30 year old you will have an old car.
touche, my friend. touche.
touche, my friend. touche.
you realize i know conor knighton right?
i realize that i don't know who that is.
I feel really saddened by the fact that I live in NYC, which is supposed to be full of the best restaurants in the world, when all I want to do is eat fancy Mexican with Rick Bayless and totally can't.
The information here is great. I will invite my friends here.
Thanks
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