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I went out for a mommies night out with Linda from KidFriendlyDC* and some other cool moms from DC.
Let’s pause. I. Went. Out. Can you say, wooo hooooooo?
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5 years ago I married my best friend, and I couldn’t be happier. We have an amazing family, great friends, and just a wonderful life together. As I think back on all of our years together, I’m so overwhelmed at all of the wonderful memories we’ve created. Continue reading
First, a tale. Then, winter BLT that is actually salami and gruyere.
Our friend Steve owns a restaurant. It’s a really cool restaurant with great food, great beer, and a hip vibe. We like to go there because it kind of makes us feel young and hip. Going out to eat at 6pm with 2 kids is so not young or hip, but please don’t burst our bubble.
Steve moved to our neighborhood in the summertime to open his place. Opening a restaurant is hard. And surreal. The stories he would tell ranged from construction snafu’s to wine tastings to city red tape navigation. I think Steve was working 100 hours or more a week to get the place up and running.
That same summer, I found myself going to the farmers market on Sunday mornings and buying way too many heirloom tomatoes and fresh baked bread. And I made bacon for breakfast, but since I bake it I we always had leftovers. Leftover bacon? Weird, but yes somehow we managed not to consume it all.
So, BLT Monday was born. Steve needed a break from whatever he was dealing with that week. And we needed an outlet for our leftover bacon, fresh beautiful tomatoes, grilled day-old bread rubbed with garlic…
I wish it were summer. I miss tomatoes.
But it’s not. Our friend Steve came over on a recent Monday on his night off from his cool place. It’s the first time in ages we’d seen him outside of his restaurant. So I wanted to make the winter version of Monday BLT’s.
We’re back to the salami and gruyere. Almost. Continue reading
I don’t get a lot of me time. Two kids, full-time job, family, friends pretty much keeps me in the company of people and things I love constantly. But here’s the thing: I love being alone sometimes too.
Alone means I can blog. Or read. Or clean. Or organize. Organize the toys. Find all of those pieces to Candyland that I keep stepping on. I found a little person in the laundry. Oh laundry. Socks. I need to pair socks. So many socks living single in one drawer, pining for their mate.
Stop. I’m spiraling.
Alone you get to do those things you can’t do with other people. Like pop popcorn. Dan hates popcorn. It’s weird…apparently it has something to do with someone burning microwave popcorn a decade ago, but I hardly ever make popcorn while he’s around because he hates the smell so much.
And movies. How many chick flicks have come out in the past year? 1,000? How many have I seen? Exactly 0. It’s time to get cracking. Where to start? Twilight? Meh. You can’t really watch that ironically by yourself, and I’m not sure I’m ready to admit that I would totally watch it not ironically. Because I would. Maybe something starring Anne Hathaway. She seems to be the queen of romcom these days. Nah. I’m going for Twilight. Ironically. Or maybe not.
I get some alone time tonight. After the kids go to bed. Since alone time just means there aren’t any kids or dogs or adults on the couch with me. It’s enough.
Tonight, while Dan is taking a well-deserved night off with his friends, I am going to sit here with all of my socks living in sin, pop some popcorn, drink some chardonnay, watch ironic movies unironically and have a great date with me.
1/2 cup popcorn kernels
4 teaspoons butter, melted
1/4 teaspoon iodized salt
Pop popcorn. I have this weird 60′s looking contraption I put in my microwave to pop the corn easily and without any added fat. Then toss the corn with butter and salt. Enjoy!
Wednesday night is spaghetti night in our house. Well, not actually IN our house…our favorite pub down the street has a spaghetti special on Wednesday nights and after a day of brain drain we typically blow off whatever healthy dinner we had planned and head on down to the pub. N doesn’t mind.
But, it’s the new year and all, so I’m trying to be healthy…can we get to February already so we can start talking about chocolate and martinis?