Anyone who knows me (or has met me for even five minutes) will tell you that I’m very easily excited, and I’m wildly expressive.
That’s why the emergence of emojis a few years ago beyond the simple colon and closed parentheses “:)” …or, let’s be real, the colon and capital d “:D” was so SO important in my life.
How else do you convey “Sorryyyy, I’m totally going to be 15 minutes late…again” without the embarrassed/oops face? How do you convey “I’m ready to party” without the flamenco dancer in the flow-y red dress? How could you possibly convey “That’s right, I’m awesome” without the girl raising the roof?!
Words aren’t the same. I have too many emotions and faces to be contained strictly to text.
(At this point, do I have you wondering how we’ll ever get to tartines? Hang in there – I promise it’s coming.)
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Biscuits. Cheddar biscuits.
I’ve been on a warpath lately – luckily for you (and my roommates) this warpath is filled with fierce love, cold butter, and lots of shredding on a quest for my perfect cheddar biscuit. Through all my baking adventures, my mom always says, “If you only master good bread and biscuits, you’re set. Everyone will love you.” When it comes to these biscuits, I think I’m well on my way. Man, I hope my future husband isn’t gluten intolerant. That would be a deal breaker huge hurdle. “No bourbon” would also be a problem, but I suppose I can always make an Old Fashioned for one.
Biscuits used to scare me. I don’t know why, but I think it had something to do with all the fuss over the size of the butter and the speed at which you incorporate it into the dry ingredients so your hot little hands don’t melt the dang butter. I’m here to tell you, don’t be a scaredy cat like me – jump in the biscuit dough, the butter’s fine! …or something like that.
Fast to come together and no rest or rise time, biscuits are a dream bread. They successfully masquerade as breakfast, lunch, dinner, or a snack. Sweet or savory? It’s a choose your own adventure sort of bread once you’ve mastered the basics. My great aunt made a mean biscuit, but this recipe works as a great base biscuit (just leave out the cheddar…although that seems foolish).
If you have the same fear of
Oh my goodness gracious. I have a very important announcement. I just made the frittata of DREAMS. Dreams I tell you! I don’t know how I haven’t posted a frittata on here before (because it’s one of my favorite go-to meals), but this one was truly remarkable.
I had a wonderful day. It began with coffee as any good day does (well, any day), followed by a walk in the ‘burbs with an adorable yellow lab I was sitting who has the softest ears on God’s green earth (really…I can’t get over it)…
Then did my first cooking demo at a farmers market! Local farmers + Kid Power (the kids’ gardening group I volunteer with) + simple and delicious dressing recipes + 70 degree DC weather = a morning of the perfect cooking demo. I then visited Ben’s Chili Bowl for the first time with an old friend. I made Arnold Palmers after a beautiful walk down 12th; painted my nails in the perfectionist way I do….and then what? I’ll tell you what! FRITTATA TIME!
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Guess why I smile a lot….Cause it’s worth it :) Wise words from Marcel the shell (3:45 mark). It’s true, and I love to smile. Now admittedly, sometimes we all like to wallow in our sad situation – whether you got the worst hair cut, someone toyed with your heart, or work is crushing your soul – but then go for a run and/or scream, and then let it go (at least for the time being), and smile. I’m sure y’all know this, but even if you force a smile, you’ll feel less stressed and happier….it’s science. Click this link if you don’t believe me: http://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2012/07/study-forcing-a-smile-genuinely-decreases-stress/260513/ Even if you do believe me, click it anyway. Really, there’s quite the picture of a ginger on there. Frightening? Cute? We’re not sure. (I almost went with the Scientific American article, but it was just some average brunette smiling. This one is way better.)
Maybe it’s a chicken and egg situation with me normally. Unknown. But truthfully, when I’m frustrated or pissed off I actually have looked at myself and forced a smile. It absolutely helps.
Things that make me smile on the regs…
I had grand visions of a beautifully elegant birthday dinner party (like the one in Julie and Julia where she has candles and flowers and a “table-scape” that would put Sandra Lee to shame). While I did send out a cute invitation, and I did have my party dress on; I did not however have candles, the table wasn’t set, and I was no where near ready when people showed up…but I didn’t really care :)
I was having fun rockin’ out in the kitchen in my twirly dress and apron, and all of my wonderful friends were more than happy to help put together the final assembly on the appetizers and pour me a glass of wine. They really know me!
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