Good Caturday morning. It’s 70 degrees in Charlotte so we’re not in the Christmas spirit, but the cats have agreed to share with you a list of their favorite cat things for the gift-giving season.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t know how to successfully make puff pastry and/or pie crust (and as long as we’re talking culinary shortcomings, yeast-leavened breads are also a no go). So pre-made frozen puff pastry is in my opinion a no harm, no foul shortcut that saves time, energy and sanity.
You can also stuff it with any sweet or savory thing your heart desires like cinnamon apples, spinach and cheese, figs with goat cheese and honey, PB&J, and so on forever. Let’s start with apples.
My favorite color is black and white and I need to just deal with it. Trust me, I’ve tried to fight it. I put a yellow slip cover on the couch and then promptly ripped it off in favor of canvas. I have a bright red dress that’s been hanging in my closet for a solid year and will never see the light of day. My bedroom is all one color. My apartment, office and all my favorite clothes follow the same theme. Even my cats fit the bill.
Any attempt to add color to my life just feels forced. And desperate. Nothing screams desperate like a bright red dress. (For the record, I think the rest of you look great in your bright red dresses. Me? Let’s just not.) So here’s snapshot look at my unmistakably muted full-color life.
If there’s one thing I love more than solid branding and a killer logo, it’s a restaurant in the South that doesn’t forget about vegetarians. (We’re here! We love you! We have money! Feed us!) JJ’s Red Hots has it all–a successful flagship location on East Boulevard that oozes curb appeal and a meat-heavy menu with a polite nod to lost vegetarians who find themselves inside.
If you’re a vegetarian brave enough to walk into a building guarded by a maniacal pitchfork-wielding wiener, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find food you can actually eat. What JJ’s did artfully (and perhaps completely by accident) was appeal to two very different types of vegetarians: those who will eat imitation meat and those who will not.
There is no way to make this toast look appetizing. There just isn’t. You have to trust me on this one.
I’ve been trying to get myself back into a morning routine. I used to be a (very) early riser, most productive and awake between the hours of 5 and 8am. But long leisurely mornings have given way to late-night fret sessions and workfests, and I find myself less and less likely to enjoy the sight of the sunrise. I often think of that overly dramatic scene in the opening of Eat Pray Love (the book, not the movie) when Elizabeth Gilbert is sobbing on her bathroom floor asking god for an answer and the clear, resounding response she gets is, “Go to bed.”
So simple. Most of my life’s problems would probably be solved if I would just go my ass to sleep and stop trying to figure them out at midnight. Probably.
I realize the world has moved from pumpkin spice obsession to PEPPERMINT EVERYTHING, but I still have a can of pumpkin and am always a little behind the curve so this is happening.
I like to eat my smoothies out of bowls with a spoon because they seem like a more satisfying meal that way. (If you give me anything with a straw it will be gone in 6 seconds. This is how I got so incredibly drunk in college…) One of my very best friends actually eats her sandwiches with a spoon and this, I think, makes this smoothie in a bowl thing very normal. Just let us be.
What a week, what a week.
Life lately has been an abundance of opportunity, gratitude, family and cats for days. Here’s a snapshot: