Friday, August 29, 2008

Ebay Fever

I bought a chair on Ebay and it may have been folly, but it was SO Exhilarating!

Who knew that sweeping in at at the last minute and spoiling other people's bids could be so FUN? I mean, who cares about the chair? I WON!

So, you want to see it?

I warn you, it's teal and it's vinyl.




Did I mention that it's teal. And vinyl?

Now, I just need to pick it up in Delaware. Anyone know how to get to Delaware?

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Can You Do That?!!

I've been distracted by Facebook. Yes, I am the last person under fifty to discover this form of voyeur, I mean, social networking. It's great, you get to collect friends. The last collection I had was of Garbage Pail Kids. Now it's like having a collection of Garbage Pail Kids that talk, um, type.


But back to The Blog. How's this for blog fodder?


Why, Farm Girl, what are those little blue baggies piled up by your dilapidated apartment door? Surely it's not what I think it is....


Oh, but it is. Little doggie poop bags. These people are going for partial credit in cleaning up after their dog, but I say they get NOTHING!

Final Grade? F-

Dirty neighbors, you get negative points for subjecting us all to your grossness every time we enter our apartment door.

Friday, August 22, 2008

I Double Dog Dare You

After waking up, watching some M*A*S*H reruns (can you ever get enough?) and eating leftover cookie dough for breakfast; I fought a mighty battle with my inner lazy self and got out for a run along the mighty Potomac. Now that I am back, I think I deserve a little bit of this.


Mmm, Coconut Peach Ice Cream with Toasted Almonds. AT: The Kitchen has been having an ice cream contest and there are real some dandies. You should check it out.

I know, it is a little unorthodox to post a Good Food Friday recipe that I haven't actually made, but doesn’t it look delightful?

Please, try this recipe. If not for you and not for me, do it for the children. I dare you.

For another great ice cream recipe, try the Lunch Lady's Rolo Ice Cream. This is one ice cream recipe I can vouch for.


P.S. I'm sure you can substitute the amaretto liquor in the coconut peach ice cream with almond extract.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Confessions Part II or What I Did On My Summer Vacation

I spent the last three weeks growing out my eyebrows because the Today Show told me to.
I'm still not sure why.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

SIDEOUT...

President Bush says: "Good game!"

On Women's Beach Volleyball


My least favorite Summer Olympic sport is beach volleyball, specifically women's beach volleyball. I just don't get it. First of all, what's the point in playing volleyball on a faux beach? It's not like the players are going to run into the ocean for a quick dip after the game; they are playing in a park. In Beijing. Where they had to haul in 17,000 tons of sand! That means that somewhere in China is a very embarrassed and very naked beach.

Secondly, what about the sport makes it necessary to wear itsy bitsy uniforms? If you can even call those "uniforms". I am pretty sure there is some sort of minimum yardage requirement in order for an outfit to qualify as a uniform. I'm no prude, but come on. You don't see that much flesh on the men; they don't feel they have to wear Speedos on the court. You don't even see that much flesh on the swimmers, and they actually go in the water. This leads me to conclude there is no direct correlation between the amount of clothing worn and the quality of performance.

Maverick says: "Put on some clothes."

Monday, August 11, 2008

Confessions Part I

I am a crazy cat lady.

I like to go to pet supply stores in my spare time (which I have a great deal of right now) and pet the adopt-a-kittens. It makes my nose run and my eyes itch, but I do it anyway.

Last Saturday, while Derek was getting his hair cut, I ran across the parking lot for a nice round of caged kitten petting and walked out the door with what is sure to be a permanent case of runny nose.
We call him Teddy Roosevelt.
Not that Roosevelt, this one.

Like his name sake he is a mighty hunter and an avid explorer. When I am up, he is too. And with a vengeance. It takes an equally skilled and sneaky hunter to catch him all in one frame.

Give me some time, I'll get there.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Couscous Appreciation Day

For today’s Good Food Friday, I bring to you Sweet Potato Couscous Salad. A simple couscous treat full bright fresh flavors that will do a little dance on your tongue.

Derek liked it so well he immediately packed up the leftovers for his lunch the next day.

Couscous Appreciation Day Facts

1. Originated in North Africa
2. Dates as far back as the 10th century – even predates pasta
3. Accounts of couscous starting popping up in Britain in the 1640s. 4. Readily takes on the flavors of other foods cooked or served with it
5. Low fat source of complex carbohydrates
(Thanks Wikipedia)

Get Down Tonight Sweet Potato Couscous Salad

2 cups couscous
2 ½ cups hot chicken broth
2 medium (to small) sweet potatoes, peeled and diced
7 oz snow peas
3 T olive oil (extra for roasting sweet potatoes)
½ tsp chili paste
¼ cup finely chopped mint
¼ cup lemon juice
1 T honey

Preheat oven to 400 degrees, brush cookie sheet and diced sweet potatoes with olive oil and roast for around 25 minutes. Meanwhile, prepare couscous by bringing chicken broth to a boil and adding the couscous. Cover and let stand. Blanch snow peas. In a small bowl mix olive oil, chili paste, mint, lemon juice and honey. In large serving bowl combine couscous, sweet potato and snow peas; mix with dressing and serve!
(For more good couscous recipe check out my little sister's Good Food Friday posts.)

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Dear 2008 Cache Valley Phone Book:

It’s been nearly four week now since I left you behind. Left behind your helpful index, your reliable phone numbers, the coupons tucked in the back. For four weeks now I have been struggling to move on – to leave you in the past. But I can’t. Foolishly I thought I would move and find another, a phone book with better listings, a phone book with more sophistication, one that would better fit my new life. But when I got here, the counters were bare and the cupboards were empty. I searched high and low thinking there had to be a phone book somewhere, but to no avail. For a couple of weeks I maintained hope that one morning I would awaken and find that some kind soul, one of those anonymous phone book delivery saints, had left one on my doorstep, a nice crisp 2008 NOVA phone book. But every morning I awoke to find only heartbreaking nothingness. My faith began to falter, but hope still remained; I started casually looking in the recycling bin hoping to find someone’s tattered and outdated copy, but I never found anything more than cereal boxes and junk mail. And then I began to get desperate. One Saturday Mr. B and I were walking in the District and as we passed a bus stop bench I saw a whole stack of phonebooks! New phonebooks! Just sitting there! Some were even still in their plastic wrappers. Just as I was about to let my fingers do the walking, the homeless man who belonged to the bus stop bench (and, I assume, the nice new phone books) caught my eye and warned me away with a look that told me only a fool would mess with a homeless man’s phone books.

I’ve given up. I have no more hope. In the past new phone books have just always been there for me, with every new apartment and every new town. In fact, at times I had so many phone books I simply threw the extras away. How young and na├»ve I was then. I admit I took you for granted. I didn’t recognize your value. I didn’t know I was so dependent on you. But then you were gone and there wasn’t another one to fill the void. And I am suffering for it. I can’t to do the simplest things: call the internet provider, find a mechanic, or shop for furniture; I feel isolated and alone.
I am sorry. I didn’t know.

Farm Girl