Monday, November 14, 2011

cooking is a scary word

I am blessed. Blessed with a roommate that loves to cook (and is darn good at it too). We have a non-contractual agreement that she cooks dinner and I clean up afterwards. I will pop my head into the kitchen to chat and refill my wine glass while she slaves over the stove preparing a delicious meal for us BOTH to enjoy. I am super grateful for her cooking.

Then the inevitable happened, she went on a vacation. Leaving me home alone for 4 whole days to feed myself. Lost and confused, the first night I traveled back in time to my "college cooking" and prepared a sad meal of cheese melted between a tortilla shell via the mircrowave. After 15 minutes of eating this pathetic meal, I was still hungry. Weird. I topped off my night's dining with a bowl of frosted mini wheats. The roomie would be disappointed. Night 2 was a little better, I bought a frozen California Kitchen Pizza and a bottle of wine. At least this meal had a theme. We'll call it Italian. Night 3 I skipped dinner all together. I had a big burrito from a man in a van named Jose for lunch. Don't worry, it was legit (I think).

It was brought to my attention by a loved love that this was my opportunity to rise to the occasion of cooking. Prove it to myself that I wasn't a complete loser in the kitchen and prepare an actual meal for myself, all by myself. Feeling motivated from this pep talk, on day 4 I cooked.

The decided meal for me to tackle was 2 fold. How ambitious, go big or go, uh, out of the kitchen. Boyfriend helped me pick a meal that was still in my league. Settled over an email, Breaded'n Baked Zucchini Chips and Garden Fresh Lasagna would be my dinner.

I pretended like I had gotten a killer work-out in before heading to the local QFC, meaning I took off my make-up, put on work-out clothes, and went to the store appearing to have just hit the gym. Even if it was a lie, it made all the calories I was soon to consume seem justifiable. I found my victims (groceries) which took way longer than it should have. Multiple trips down the same aisle. Bellevue housewives were judging. Whatever, I just worked out and that was my cool down lap. Finally I was homeward bound for an adventure in the kitchen.

One final text of encouragement and I was off...



Cooking meat is scary. I feel like there are so many unwritten rules when it comes to cooking meat, poltry, etc. You have to get the right temp/color/moisture. Some meats don't require cooking all the way, others it is mandatory. And god forbid the thing is frozen, I will be completely lost on where to start. Luckily, tonight's dinner called for ground beef, which I remember my mother saying, you must cook all the way. No pink. Ok, got it.


I doubt I am alone when I say that having a glass of wine while cooking is a must. It eased my nerves. Also to avoid picking at the meal while it was cooking, I enjoyed some bread dipped into evoo (*please note my trendy use of cooking terms) and balsamic. Who am I kidding, I had bread because I love carbs. The bread and oil alone could have been a satisfactory meal for "day-1-of-missing-roommate's-cooking Erin", but this wasn't the case tonight for "food-network-motivated Erin".


You see that very large knife, well I managed to use it with injuring myself. Another personal feat tonight.


I came to a conclusion during my time spent in the kitchen. I am a very "organized" cooker. I like to pre-measure everything out well before it is needed, as if I were on a cooking show or something. I spent way too much time making all my slices of zucchini, bell pepper, tomato symmetrical. The only thought getting me through this dinner was "it is just following directions, I can follow directions", oh and my stomach growling. I also found that I practice the technique of "clean as you go". Must be the years of being the cleaner-up-er in me.

Breading is a very difficult and a messy experience. That is all I am going to say.

After much work, probably more than this particular meal would require from a season pro in the kitchen (if you are one of those, please be kind to this post), it was complete.

TA DA!


To my surprise it was quite tasty. I ate the whole thing. I even have left overs (2 points for self control). It was a tough few days on the lack of roommate's cooking front, but I think this come from behind game winning meal totally redeemed myself. Who knows... maybe I will prepare a meal for my roommate in the near future.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Rave

Dubstep (/ˈdʌbstɛp/) is a genre of electronic dance music that originated in south London, England. Its overall sound has been described as "tightly coiled productions with overwhelming bass lines and reverberant drum patterns, clipped samples, and occasional vocals".

Or as I like to call it "Bass in your Face".

I am currently sitting at my lovely remote desk listening to the walls and pipes shake as artist, Skrillex gets down on his electronic toys. This type of show is know in the industry has a "rave". However, it is not P.C. to call it this, as the term "Rave" has negative meaning. Rather we are supposed to call it an "Electronic Music Concert". Now doesn't that just roll of the tongue nicely.

"Electronic Music Concert" seems like something a family of five might go to see, complete with popcorn refreshments, light show, and warm fuzzy entertainment. Well don't let the million dollar phrase fool you. It is an in your face dance party. The beat will still be pounding through your head and chest the next day (and for these weekday Ravers, at school/work).

What does one wear to a "EMC"? Nothing would be a close guess. Maybe it is because they know they will be dancing up a storm and don't care to fuss with the pesty sweat marks, or maybe it is an unspoken competiton to our skank the next. Other very popular items include glitter, glow sticks, and neon under garmets.

Clearly, I rave.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Pumpkinpalooza


Who doesn't love the changing of seasons? My favorite season shift is summer to fall. You can't beat orange leaves, pumpkin spice lattes, boots, and a chill in the air. To celebrate autumn, be had a pumpkin carving party, later titled pumpkinpalooza. While football played on the boob tube, we enjoyed some of the season's finer activities.

complete with a local Seattle band spinning on vinyl

Myrissa, my new roomie, put together a homemade, no recipe, beef stew. She is an amazing cook, with much credit due to my "supervising" of the operations. When offering to help, she kindly lets me know that "she's got it". How could I argue with that delicious smell filling the apartment. I let her do her thing.

Here is Ms. Krug hard at work on that stew.

After putting the stew in my crock-pot, which has gotten 4 times the use since moving in with a varsity chef (in other words, she has cooked 4 meals in it), we all loaded up and headed out to the pumpkin patch.

Our spin on American Gothic

Much happier than the original


We petted the animals. And for 25 cents you could feed them a handful of, uh, stuff...

gourds galore

what a happy little friend family

the selection process was not taken lightly

look at all them pumpkins

found the one




and behold, the final products

this is my french pumpkin, Pierre

harvest treats

Thursday, April 7, 2011

A Bang Dilemma

After much back and forth between what is one of the hardest decisions a girl will probably have to make in her life time, I decided to get bangs. This is not my first experience with this seemingly cute and easy structure on my forehead. I had bangs for a majority of my college experience. That is why I can confidently say there is an intense science behind them. Short, long, full, swiped, tappered, etc.
I have been quite enjoying the new do. Getting a few complements on them. One nice gentleman told me that my "bangs are bangin". Then after a some time had past with the bangs I decided to pull them back one day (they are so versatile).

I went to the mirror to admire my hair (think Snow White's evil queen), when I noticed something that was less than fairest of them all. I spotted a stage 2 UNIBROW!
How could this have happened? I normally consider myself a pretty well groom lady. How could I let that gab between my eyes coming like my neighbors lawn? And then it dawned on me. The new hair cut was hiding my eyebrows! The vail was allowing these pesky hairs to grow unplucked without me even noticing. Sneaky eyebrows.
Shamed to have been so fooled, I took vengeance on the unibrow. Mercy less plucking. Moral of the story is, while bangs are often fun, cute and playful, don't doubt that they are hiding some scary (hairy) secrets underneath.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Sunny Commute

There really is nothing better than a sunny day in Seattle. Here is some footage of my morning commute to work on such a day.