Photo: I'm a toddler.
Three Random Thoughts:
I woke up this morning and thought, why do I feel so German? I felt like a lumpy house frau. I even thought like a house frau today--I couldn't stop thinking about proper mopping techniques. Now I'm wandering around without pants, like a toddler. Fuzzy socks, check; undies, t-shirt...check-check. And yet I'm still cold. Quite the mystery. Once I find some big-girl pull-up pants, I'll be ready to go out into the world and make a difference.
It also occurred to me that to maintain a sunny disposition in a state like Washington, one must have sunny weather to act as a catalyst. What's the point in having a positive attitude if the weather never reflects it? That's why I've decided to adopt a morose disposition; the carpet should always match the curtains (and the hand towels in the bathroom). The color themes that best describe my life this week are nice, when modeled on 80-year old librarians and accounting interns from Nebraska. I need more color in my life, and it will begin with the hair and the handbags. Then, in this order: shoes, lip color, jewelery, undergarments, bedding, clothing, wall color, and boyfriend. I don't know where I'm going to find a colored boyfriend, though. It's not like we live in Chicago.
Last but not least: Whenever we go to Whole Foods (aka: Snotty's Official Happy Place), I order this kickass sandwich called The Alki; it's made of grilled chicken-and-brie on focaccia, and it's amazing. Like any upscale natural foods grocer, Whole Foods has other delectable "stations", too, that sell made-to-order food you could have made at home for half the cost. I usually buy from those sweet-smelling, visually stunning stations, as I am the exact consumer those heavenly high-end food stalls are targeting. What I find embarrassing is when the other grocery stores--namely the QFC we go to in Ravenna--try their hands at being gourmet and upscale, too. I was perusing the case of pre-made "fancy" food and realized that from far away, this food looks normal and almost appetizing; but up close, it's downright frightening. The strangely named "Cranberry Walnut Celebration" was sitting right next to the "Gourmet Tuna Pecan Wrap", but I could tell they weren't really friends. If adding the words 'celebration' or 'gourmet' enhances a recipe or gets you ahead in the world, then I am a gourmet writer and a celebratory lay. Hire me immediately.
Besides, I always preferred the word 'surprise' in my recipes; it's like setting people up on a blind date with your food.