Happy New Year Everyone! All four of you that read this. I hope a good time was had by all!
So yesterday was interesting. I woke up to tornado sirens in St. Louis. Where I am visiting my bestie, Whirly Bird. We spent a fair amount of the noonish part of the day cowering in the basement. It was 65 degrees. On December 31. Tornadoes in December are just plain wrong! And while there was no damage to Whirly Bird's house or even her neighborhood, there were several tornado touchdowns not too terribly far away. Of course, five MILES away is far too close for my comfort zone.
While we were sitting in the basement we decided that this summer I'm coming back to help her clean her basement and set up a "Preparedness Corner". Cooler, comfortable seating, first aid kit, that sort of stuff. If you have to be in the basement, it doesn't have to be uncomfortable!
Once the weather died down we got ourselves calmed down and ran the few errands we needed to to get ready for the evening. I'll go ahead and tell you, there was dancing last night. So that should tell you how I feel today.
We went to a bar/restaurant that specializes in vodka, burgers and sushi. It is not as gross as it sounds, and no, I did not partake of the vodka. If I had, I would have been down for the count by ten PM. I had wine. Red wine. So that should give you a hint of what the evening was like. Despite the hangover, I had a great time.
So now we recover from last night and prepare for tomorrow night. My birthday. And Whirly Bird's is a few days after that, so we are having a joint party tomorrow. I hope I survive it.
--Little Bird's liver is crying
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Happy Halloween!
For the first year in I don't know how long, I'm not dressing up for Halloween. I just don't have the energy. Or the money so it kind of worked out. Last night Rooster and I went to Old St. Andrews Inn, a purportedly haunted bar here in Chicago. We didn't see any ghosts, but the food was pretty good and the beers just kept comin'. Word to the wise, Elephant beer by Carlsberg is on the strong side, and more than three of them might not be for the lightweights. Not that I am by any stretch of the imagination a lightweight. The bar also had live music and the band was pretty darned good. I would go back, and probably will.
Tonight I'll be watching either a scary movie or one of the multiple ghost hunter type shows on cable. Of course, I may just watch Abbot and Costello meet Frankenstein again.
--Little Bird is over the hangover
Tonight I'll be watching either a scary movie or one of the multiple ghost hunter type shows on cable. Of course, I may just watch Abbot and Costello meet Frankenstein again.
--Little Bird is over the hangover
Sunday, May 23, 2010
TMI warning
The cottonwoods have exploded. There is white fluff floating everywhere. And allergy sufferers are hiding inside. This one is anyway. This would be a perfectly acceptable situation if there weren't a completely different source of allergy hell in my living room. My mothers cats have come to stay for a bit. Mama Bird and her husband are having some work done in their place, so the furballs are with me. And yes, I am allergic to them. I have not allowed them into my room, preferring to have one place to breathe freely. Except, I can't breathe right now. At least not easily.
I should say that I love the cats. I do. No, really I DO. But... I hate not being able to breathe. And the constant itching isn't really all that much fun either.
I spent a good portion of today (and yesterday afternoon) polishing Mama Birds bookcases. With car wax. Since they are made of metal, the car wax is less odd than it sounds. It took awhile. And tomorrow I get to put the books back. All of them. Have I mentioned that they have roughly elebenty million books? Most of them huge? No? They do, and they are. The upside of this is I will be able to breathe while over there. I might be wheezing after a bit, but it won't have to do with allergies.
About a week ago Rooster and I went to St. Louis to visit a few of my childhood friends and go to a graduation ceremony. While we were there, we lucked into some last minute invites to a wedding. One of my high school classmates was getting married and the friend I was staying with was the matron of honor. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the reception was lovely. But they really should have really put a limit on the number of glasses of wine one was allowed to imbibe. If they had, no one would have been able to take a terribly embarrassing video of yours truly dancing. Other than the fact that I can't dance, my friends all learned that I need a better bra.
Oh, and Rooster caught the garter. Whatever that means.
---Little Bird is trying to breathe.
I should say that I love the cats. I do. No, really I DO. But... I hate not being able to breathe. And the constant itching isn't really all that much fun either.
I spent a good portion of today (and yesterday afternoon) polishing Mama Birds bookcases. With car wax. Since they are made of metal, the car wax is less odd than it sounds. It took awhile. And tomorrow I get to put the books back. All of them. Have I mentioned that they have roughly elebenty million books? Most of them huge? No? They do, and they are. The upside of this is I will be able to breathe while over there. I might be wheezing after a bit, but it won't have to do with allergies.
About a week ago Rooster and I went to St. Louis to visit a few of my childhood friends and go to a graduation ceremony. While we were there, we lucked into some last minute invites to a wedding. One of my high school classmates was getting married and the friend I was staying with was the matron of honor. It was a beautiful ceremony, and the reception was lovely. But they really should have really put a limit on the number of glasses of wine one was allowed to imbibe. If they had, no one would have been able to take a terribly embarrassing video of yours truly dancing. Other than the fact that I can't dance, my friends all learned that I need a better bra.
Oh, and Rooster caught the garter. Whatever that means.
---Little Bird is trying to breathe.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Good Deeds
Earlier this evening I went to the little convenience store in the building next to mine, for some mac & cheese (I was HUNGRY!)
I was standing in line holding my blue box of Kraft yumminess, and the guys ahead of me were asking a bunch of stupid questions and basically being idiots. Then some guy came up behind me and started putting his groceries on the counter, as if I weren't there at all. I was a little put off. And then one of the two idiots knocked a bottle of rum off the shelf. The clerk was WAAAAAYYYY too busy to take care of it, and I know him pretty well, so I went to the back and found a mop, a broom, and a "caution wet floor" sign. I mopped up the majority of the rum, swept up the bitty glass shards, and set up the sign. The clerk was so appreciative, he bought me a beer! I didn't do it for a reward. I didn't expect to get anything for it. But it was remarkably gratifying, nonetheless.
The farmers market (the one I like the most) opens Wednesday the 12th. The very same day I leave for St. Louis. I'm not worried, I'll catch it the next Wednesday, and hopefully I'll find morels. The one and only mushroom I like. I would like one of the most expensive mushrooms EVAR. Figures.
Plans for mothers day are under way. She wants a picnic. It's likely to rain though. But we have contingency plans.
--Little Bird is hoping for Morels
I was standing in line holding my blue box of Kraft yumminess, and the guys ahead of me were asking a bunch of stupid questions and basically being idiots. Then some guy came up behind me and started putting his groceries on the counter, as if I weren't there at all. I was a little put off. And then one of the two idiots knocked a bottle of rum off the shelf. The clerk was WAAAAAYYYY too busy to take care of it, and I know him pretty well, so I went to the back and found a mop, a broom, and a "caution wet floor" sign. I mopped up the majority of the rum, swept up the bitty glass shards, and set up the sign. The clerk was so appreciative, he bought me a beer! I didn't do it for a reward. I didn't expect to get anything for it. But it was remarkably gratifying, nonetheless.
The farmers market (the one I like the most) opens Wednesday the 12th. The very same day I leave for St. Louis. I'm not worried, I'll catch it the next Wednesday, and hopefully I'll find morels. The one and only mushroom I like. I would like one of the most expensive mushrooms EVAR. Figures.
Plans for mothers day are under way. She wants a picnic. It's likely to rain though. But we have contingency plans.
--Little Bird is hoping for Morels
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Whirlwind
I don't even know where to begin. Ok, I had house guests this past weekend. Girls/women I've known since KINDERGARTEN! Thirty years! One of them had visited me before, the other had not. So I spent some time trying to come up with things to do. Things to do that do not cost much, since we're all of us on budgets. So we went to the Zoo. In the rain. On our way to the Zoo we encountered one of the many slightly off citizens. She yelled at us as if we had been following her for hours, telling us we were "so stupid". Needless to say we cracked up. At the Zoo we didn't stay long and made some sea gulls nervous.
I took them to the conservatory. We wandered around there, our glasses fogged up and we smelled an orchid that smelled like coconuts. We walked home. In the rain.*
We stayed in that night, I cooked. We just sorta hung out. It was nice, we got all caught up with the gossip and whatnot.
Friday started out tame. Really it did. We walked around some more, I pointed out the old Playboy mansion, we went to the Spice House. That evening, we went out. To 3 bars and one of the friends brothers house. I got to bed at about 6 am. At one point, near the end of the night, we took the Red Line. And my friends got to experience another of our strange citizens. The guy tried to sit on one of the girls, was asked to move, then tried to stare down the brother, and when he was told to find another spot, he started whimpering and sniffling like a 5 year old. He moved though and nearly every one near us started to giggle.
Later that night, back at the apartment it was learned that if you can't get in to the container holding more alcohol, you probably don't need it. And you shouldn't ask someone who DOES know how to open to do it, because they will. I opened a bottle of wine that we didn't need to and thankfully a large portion of it was found in the fridge in the morning.
The morning was a highly unpleasant experience. As was the rest of the day. We didn't go out. We didn't drink. We barely ate. We turned in early.
Sunday was spent being lazy. We got out of the apartment this time though. We went to the beach and did nothing but sit there for an hour or two. We walked down to Millennium Park and stopped in souvenir shops.
We went to Chinatown yesterday, and they left last night. We had a few drinks before they left and the folks at that bar ROCK! They knew me, it's right around the corner from my place and they not only bought us a round, they comped all of my drinks!
*It wasn't a pouring rain, more of a drizzle/misting of rain, we weren't completely soaked when we got back, just from the knees down.
--Little Bird feels taxidermied
I took them to the conservatory. We wandered around there, our glasses fogged up and we smelled an orchid that smelled like coconuts. We walked home. In the rain.*
We stayed in that night, I cooked. We just sorta hung out. It was nice, we got all caught up with the gossip and whatnot.
Friday started out tame. Really it did. We walked around some more, I pointed out the old Playboy mansion, we went to the Spice House. That evening, we went out. To 3 bars and one of the friends brothers house. I got to bed at about 6 am. At one point, near the end of the night, we took the Red Line. And my friends got to experience another of our strange citizens. The guy tried to sit on one of the girls, was asked to move, then tried to stare down the brother, and when he was told to find another spot, he started whimpering and sniffling like a 5 year old. He moved though and nearly every one near us started to giggle.
Later that night, back at the apartment it was learned that if you can't get in to the container holding more alcohol, you probably don't need it. And you shouldn't ask someone who DOES know how to open to do it, because they will. I opened a bottle of wine that we didn't need to and thankfully a large portion of it was found in the fridge in the morning.
The morning was a highly unpleasant experience. As was the rest of the day. We didn't go out. We didn't drink. We barely ate. We turned in early.
Sunday was spent being lazy. We got out of the apartment this time though. We went to the beach and did nothing but sit there for an hour or two. We walked down to Millennium Park and stopped in souvenir shops.
We went to Chinatown yesterday, and they left last night. We had a few drinks before they left and the folks at that bar ROCK! They knew me, it's right around the corner from my place and they not only bought us a round, they comped all of my drinks!
*It wasn't a pouring rain, more of a drizzle/misting of rain, we weren't completely soaked when we got back, just from the knees down.
--Little Bird feels taxidermied
Saturday, January 10, 2009
How Many Parties Are Too Many Parties?
So I'm in St. Louis. Have been since Tuesday evening. Let me tell you, the train ride was a little boring. Short but boring. Except for that moment when I could have sworn I saw a monkey in a tree. In central Illinois. I winter. It was too big to be a squirrel. It took me until today to even consider that it may have been a raccoon. Stop laughing. I had to get up early that day! And I think Starbucks puts mild hallucinogens in their bottled frappuchinos.
I have been at a party EVERY night so far and have another to go to tonight. I go home tomorrow. Evening, thank god. It's been lots of fun though. Staying with a friend from high school, sleeping late, cooking for said friend. I also go to hang out with some friends from GRADE SCHOOL! It is weird seeing people I knew when they were 5 all grown up and adult-like. Yes, it's true that when they were 5 so was I, but still.
It wasn't until very late last night that I discovered the next door neighbor has WiFi and I could get on the 'net. I had been developing withdrawal symptoms. I couldn't get on FailBlog!! The horror!
I am returning home with some classic St. Louis only (or maybe just not in Chicago) items. R&F kluski noodles for one thing. Two bags of 'em. Every other brand just doesn't taste right to me. And Old Vienna's Red Hot Ripplets. These are potato chips. Incredibly hot, spicy, ADDICTIVE potato chips. My friends and I call them "crack chips" because they are SO addictive. We contend that they are sprinkled with crack. They are heaven. I might suggest though that you don't eat too many in conjunction with too many beers. The next morning feels like hell. But of course I will continue to buy the damned things when ever I can!
The following is one of my hosts favorite pre-dinner munchies. Whenever I make these and she's around they disappear in record time.
Rumaki
One or two packages bacon
two or three cans whole waterchestnuts
honey
brown sugar
toothpicks
Remove bacon from packaging and cut in half. Cut any particularly large waterchestnuts in half too. Wrap each waterchestnut (or half) in half a strip of bacon and hold together with a toothpick. When all chestnuts are wrapped (or you run out of bacon) coat each piece with honey and sprinkle with brown sugar. Place on a cookie sheet (with a lip) or the bottom part of a broiler pan and broil on high for 5 to 6 min. Keep an eye on the toothpicks, they very well could catch fire!
And yes, they did catch fire on me once. I now know to soak the toothpicks in water for a few hours beforehand.
--Little Bird has been tripping down memory lane
I have been at a party EVERY night so far and have another to go to tonight. I go home tomorrow. Evening, thank god. It's been lots of fun though. Staying with a friend from high school, sleeping late, cooking for said friend. I also go to hang out with some friends from GRADE SCHOOL! It is weird seeing people I knew when they were 5 all grown up and adult-like. Yes, it's true that when they were 5 so was I, but still.
It wasn't until very late last night that I discovered the next door neighbor has WiFi and I could get on the 'net. I had been developing withdrawal symptoms. I couldn't get on FailBlog!! The horror!
I am returning home with some classic St. Louis only (or maybe just not in Chicago) items. R&F kluski noodles for one thing. Two bags of 'em. Every other brand just doesn't taste right to me. And Old Vienna's Red Hot Ripplets. These are potato chips. Incredibly hot, spicy, ADDICTIVE potato chips. My friends and I call them "crack chips" because they are SO addictive. We contend that they are sprinkled with crack. They are heaven. I might suggest though that you don't eat too many in conjunction with too many beers. The next morning feels like hell. But of course I will continue to buy the damned things when ever I can!
The following is one of my hosts favorite pre-dinner munchies. Whenever I make these and she's around they disappear in record time.
Rumaki
One or two packages bacon
two or three cans whole waterchestnuts
honey
brown sugar
toothpicks
Remove bacon from packaging and cut in half. Cut any particularly large waterchestnuts in half too. Wrap each waterchestnut (or half) in half a strip of bacon and hold together with a toothpick. When all chestnuts are wrapped (or you run out of bacon) coat each piece with honey and sprinkle with brown sugar. Place on a cookie sheet (with a lip) or the bottom part of a broiler pan and broil on high for 5 to 6 min. Keep an eye on the toothpicks, they very well could catch fire!
And yes, they did catch fire on me once. I now know to soak the toothpicks in water for a few hours beforehand.
--Little Bird has been tripping down memory lane
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Progress Report
It's been a day or two. I have given myself time to recover. As I so obviously needed to. Miraculously there was no blinding headache. No nausea. No spins. I survived! And this coming week I may get to do it all over again. My bestest friend in the entire world has a birthday on Tuesday. My mother, Mama Bird (saint that she is), has offered to help me get back to where this friend lives so I can join in the festivities. This is her birthday present to me. This is a damned good present!
The friend in question is two years my junior. And oddly enough we are (extremely) distantly related. I have known her for 17 years. She has been the best friend a person could ask for. I wish I could convince her to move to my town!
Here is a recipe to keep you warm on these cold winter nights.
Aztec Sluggers
Makes 2 drinks
1 Cup freshly brewed strong coffee
1/4 cup bourbon
1/2 oz Kahlua
2 oz finely chopped bittersweet chocolate (not unsweetened)
6 tablespoons heavy cream
1 teaspoon sugar
Heat coffee, bourbon, kahlua, chocolate and 2 tablespoons cream ia 1 to 1 1/2 quart heavy saucepan over low heat, whisking constantly, until chocolate is melted, about 1 to 2 minutes (Don't let it boil).
Whisk remaining 1/4 cup cream with sugar until it holds soft peaks.
Divide coffee mixture between 2 large mugs, then top with the whipped cream.
Don't drink too many of them!
--Little Bird is about to be on the road again
The friend in question is two years my junior. And oddly enough we are (extremely) distantly related. I have known her for 17 years. She has been the best friend a person could ask for. I wish I could convince her to move to my town!
Here is a recipe to keep you warm on these cold winter nights.
Aztec Sluggers
Makes 2 drinks
1 Cup freshly brewed strong coffee
1/4 cup bourbon
1/2 oz Kahlua
2 oz finely chopped bittersweet chocolate (not unsweetened)
6 tablespoons heavy cream
1 teaspoon sugar
Heat coffee, bourbon, kahlua, chocolate and 2 tablespoons cream ia 1 to 1 1/2 quart heavy saucepan over low heat, whisking constantly, until chocolate is melted, about 1 to 2 minutes (Don't let it boil).
Whisk remaining 1/4 cup cream with sugar until it holds soft peaks.
Divide coffee mixture between 2 large mugs, then top with the whipped cream.
Don't drink too many of them!
--Little Bird is about to be on the road again
Friday, January 2, 2009
Birthday
Ok. It's not all that late in the evening, but I am a wee bit drunk. I blame Maggie. And the Jamesons she suggested we drink. I am 34 today. I wish I could say that I have some great wisdom to impart. But, alas, I do not. I feel no older or wiser than any other day. I have no breaking news for you. No startling insights. I am merely older. I would love to tell you that I have discovered the meaning of life. I cannot. Except to say that without friends to share those meaningful moments with, life is not worth living. I was born on a day that is not conducive to getting one's friends together on. And yet I had one friend who made it happen. She went out when she probably shouldn't have, and spent time with me. To make sure I had a good time. On my birthday. I can't tell you what that means to me. (She also did a wonderful number on my hair {it looks great}).
This has been a great birthday. And for that I must thank Maggie. Hopefully I will get a chance to show my thanks soon. I'm sure an opportunity will show itself soon.
I have no recipe for you tonight, but I will soon.
--Little Bird is (again) one year older
This has been a great birthday. And for that I must thank Maggie. Hopefully I will get a chance to show my thanks soon. I'm sure an opportunity will show itself soon.
I have no recipe for you tonight, but I will soon.
--Little Bird is (again) one year older
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Beer and Butterflies
Well I survived. Mainly because I stayed home. Being out in public, near traffic on amateur night was not something I intended to do. Yeah, I stayed up. I toasted the new year with beer, the store nearest me did not have splits of champagne, and I didn't want to waste any. And I couldn't have had an entire bottle of champagne by myself. If I had tried, I wouldn't have made it out of bed this morning. Champagne is a headache just waiting to happen (for me) if more than three glasses are imbibed.
I have noticed that I have readers now, and I must say thank you! For all your kind words and suggestions. This is new for me, I hardly know what to say or do now. It's great to get feedback on the recipes! I'm glad they're so well received! So this post's recipe was picked for one such commenter.
Saffron Butterflies
Farfalle allo Zafferano
This is an adaptation from Patricia Wells' Trattoria. It quickly replaced mac & cheese as a comfort food.
Sea salt
8 oz dried italian farfalle or butterfly shaped pasta
2 Tbsp unsalted butter
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 tsp saffron threads
sun-dried tomatoes julienne to taste
fresh basil chopped finely to taste
1 clove garlic minced
Freshly grated parmigiano-reggiano cheese for the table
Optional: Italian sausage 4 links.
Add pasta to boiling water, cooking until tender, about 8 minutes. In a small sauce pan over low heat, mix butter, cream sun-dried tomatoes, basil, and garlic. stirring until butter is completely melted. Add saffron slowly, bringing up the heat just a little. Drain pasta, and in same pot add cream sauce. If serving with italian sausage, broil sausages on middle rack at high until cooked through, about 10 minutes. Serve on plates or pasta bowls with sausage either along side or across pasta.
serves 4
--Little Bird would like to thank her readers/commenters
I have noticed that I have readers now, and I must say thank you! For all your kind words and suggestions. This is new for me, I hardly know what to say or do now. It's great to get feedback on the recipes! I'm glad they're so well received! So this post's recipe was picked for one such commenter.
Saffron Butterflies
Farfalle allo Zafferano
This is an adaptation from Patricia Wells' Trattoria. It quickly replaced mac & cheese as a comfort food.
Sea salt
8 oz dried italian farfalle or butterfly shaped pasta
2 Tbsp unsalted butter
1/2 cup heavy cream
1 tsp saffron threads
sun-dried tomatoes julienne to taste
fresh basil chopped finely to taste
1 clove garlic minced
Freshly grated parmigiano-reggiano cheese for the table
Optional: Italian sausage 4 links.
Add pasta to boiling water, cooking until tender, about 8 minutes. In a small sauce pan over low heat, mix butter, cream sun-dried tomatoes, basil, and garlic. stirring until butter is completely melted. Add saffron slowly, bringing up the heat just a little. Drain pasta, and in same pot add cream sauce. If serving with italian sausage, broil sausages on middle rack at high until cooked through, about 10 minutes. Serve on plates or pasta bowls with sausage either along side or across pasta.
serves 4
--Little Bird would like to thank her readers/commenters
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sigh
Ok, never thought it was time. I never thought he was the "one". Not really at least. And we were so... polite about it. Amicable. No, we didn't actually say the words "let's still be friends", but the intent was there.
And the difference between boys and girls, wow! We react differently to things. I intend to watch a sad movie and cry. Because something has ended. Something that was nice and good. It wasn't meant to last too long, but it was nice while it lasted. He seemed fine with the whole thing. But, for all I know, he's doing the same thing tonight.
It was just nice to feel special for a while.
Bacon Vodka
1 lb bacon
1 750 ml bottle vodka
1 slightly larger bottle
Fry the bacon until crispy. Allow to drain, blotting if needed.
Pour 1/2 the vodka into the larger bottle. Add the bacon to the bottle. Add the remaining vodka, making sure to cover the bacon. Seal the bottle tightly.
Put the bottle in a dark cool place for 4 to 6 weeks.
Strain vodka through a sieve, to catch the bacon.
Strain the vodka again through coffee filters.
And once more through a britta filter. Do not use this filter again for anything.
Serve.
I recommend bloody marys. Or try a shot of it garnished with a grape tomato that has been wrapped in a bit of lettuce, it's a BLT!
--Little Bird has a sad
And the difference between boys and girls, wow! We react differently to things. I intend to watch a sad movie and cry. Because something has ended. Something that was nice and good. It wasn't meant to last too long, but it was nice while it lasted. He seemed fine with the whole thing. But, for all I know, he's doing the same thing tonight.
It was just nice to feel special for a while.
Bacon Vodka
1 lb bacon
1 750 ml bottle vodka
1 slightly larger bottle
Fry the bacon until crispy. Allow to drain, blotting if needed.
Pour 1/2 the vodka into the larger bottle. Add the bacon to the bottle. Add the remaining vodka, making sure to cover the bacon. Seal the bottle tightly.
Put the bottle in a dark cool place for 4 to 6 weeks.
Strain vodka through a sieve, to catch the bacon.
Strain the vodka again through coffee filters.
And once more through a britta filter. Do not use this filter again for anything.
Serve.
I recommend bloody marys. Or try a shot of it garnished with a grape tomato that has been wrapped in a bit of lettuce, it's a BLT!
--Little Bird has a sad
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Food, Glorious Food!
So a few of my friends here in town told me they enjoy the recipes I have included so far. And that I should include more of them. So for future reference I will try to include one every time I post.
This past weekend is mostly a blur, a somewhat drunken blur. I went to Happy Hour Club (that's what we call it) on Friday. It was at the usual place, and most of the usual faces were there. Afterwards we all ended up at M's place (as per usual), and continued to drink. After that things get hazy. I took the bus home. I left my purse at M's house. Along with my hat. This Friday's plans are much more tame. Back to M's house, to have a craft night. She's making Christmas cards, I'll probably work on a cross-stitch piece for a friend, and J said something about getting her Christmas stuff together too. Wine will be had, food will be eaten and crafts will be made. It may not sound glamorous, but it's fun with friends and that is all that matters.
Winter is on it's way and I don't like it one little bit. It's cold. It's rainy. And grey. I think I picked up a bug somewhere, as I feel like blah. My head hurts, I ache, and I just want to sleep for about a month. The two bright spots that are coming up are Thanksgiving and Christmas. The first because a friend from St. Louis is coming in, and I don't get to see her nearly enough. Also because I got a catering gig for that night too. Christmas because I get to go to New Mexico again! A week out in the middle of nowhere! I'll go to Ojo Caliente! And Taos! I will get to spend time relaxing and just enjoying the atmosphere. I can't wait.
Spicy Roast Chicken with Tomatoes and Marjoram
4-6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
4 Cups grape tomatoes, halved lengthwise
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 Tablespoons fresh marjoram, minced
1 1/4 teaspoons crushed red pepper flakes
2 Tablespoons olive oil
Put tomatoes in a large bowl, mix in marjoram, red pepper flakes, garlic and olive oil. Cover tightly and chill over night.
Preheat oven to 450 f. In a roasting pan, lay out chicken breasts and cover with tomato mixture, keeping tomatoes in a single layer.
Roast for about 35 minutes.
Serve with tomatoes over the top.
Note: I prefer to serve this over acini de pepe, a pasta similar to cous cous.
--Little Bird bets you think this post is about you.
This past weekend is mostly a blur, a somewhat drunken blur. I went to Happy Hour Club (that's what we call it) on Friday. It was at the usual place, and most of the usual faces were there. Afterwards we all ended up at M's place (as per usual), and continued to drink. After that things get hazy. I took the bus home. I left my purse at M's house. Along with my hat. This Friday's plans are much more tame. Back to M's house, to have a craft night. She's making Christmas cards, I'll probably work on a cross-stitch piece for a friend, and J said something about getting her Christmas stuff together too. Wine will be had, food will be eaten and crafts will be made. It may not sound glamorous, but it's fun with friends and that is all that matters.
Winter is on it's way and I don't like it one little bit. It's cold. It's rainy. And grey. I think I picked up a bug somewhere, as I feel like blah. My head hurts, I ache, and I just want to sleep for about a month. The two bright spots that are coming up are Thanksgiving and Christmas. The first because a friend from St. Louis is coming in, and I don't get to see her nearly enough. Also because I got a catering gig for that night too. Christmas because I get to go to New Mexico again! A week out in the middle of nowhere! I'll go to Ojo Caliente! And Taos! I will get to spend time relaxing and just enjoying the atmosphere. I can't wait.
Spicy Roast Chicken with Tomatoes and Marjoram
4-6 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
4 Cups grape tomatoes, halved lengthwise
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 Tablespoons fresh marjoram, minced
1 1/4 teaspoons crushed red pepper flakes
2 Tablespoons olive oil
Put tomatoes in a large bowl, mix in marjoram, red pepper flakes, garlic and olive oil. Cover tightly and chill over night.
Preheat oven to 450 f. In a roasting pan, lay out chicken breasts and cover with tomato mixture, keeping tomatoes in a single layer.
Roast for about 35 minutes.
Serve with tomatoes over the top.
Note: I prefer to serve this over acini de pepe, a pasta similar to cous cous.
--Little Bird bets you think this post is about you.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Youth, it is Gone.
I am not young anymore. I need to remember this when I go to parties. A friend just turned 30. She had a rock'n party though. Many many drinks. And jello shots, can't forget the jello shots. How ever much I may want to.
I am also now the owner of a head of SHORT hair. I had an oppertunity and took it. I like it. It's a lot less hassle now. Not to mention cooler in this summer heat. Other than that there is nothing to report. Sad but true.
--Little Bird has been clipped
I am also now the owner of a head of SHORT hair. I had an oppertunity and took it. I like it. It's a lot less hassle now. Not to mention cooler in this summer heat. Other than that there is nothing to report. Sad but true.
--Little Bird has been clipped
Monday, May 26, 2008
BACON!!!!!
I think I died last night. I feel dead. I hurt all over, my head feels as if it's in a vise. The drunkening that was yesterday broke a few people. And tonight there is ANOTHER barbeque to go to. I don't think I'll be drinking much. I think we drank for 15 hours yesterday. It hurts just to write that. I did have fun though.
We barbequed at the bar. Burgers, chicken legs, skirt steak (just freakin amazing), and bacon cheddar mashed potatos, and garlic mashed potatos, and potato salad, and corn on the cob, and s'mores. It's entirely possible that I ate too much. It's also probably why I didn't get sick or pass out from the beer. I drink slow, so I don't think I had THAT many. I mean REALLY slow.
Tonight I intend to take it easy. The Bacon Bros. are the hosts tonight. I might just bring soda. The really great part about tonight is that Chicagos very own Bacon Bros. have some really cool friends. Smart, well read and well spoken. I look forward to meeting more of them. And re-meeting a few, as some of us may not remember the first meeting.
I posted once before about these Bacon Bros. and said I would explain the name. No, it is not a refference to the actor and his brother. The Bacon Bros. are step-brothers, and one of them had a girlfriend that lived with them for awhile and she kept a kosher kitchen. The first thing the boys did when she moved out was fry two pounds of bacon. They are regulars at the bar. When I met them I had a hard time remembering their names, so after I heard the story I nick-named them the Bacon Bros. The beauty of it is that they like the name. I think they may even revel in it, just a little.
--Little Bird is feeling fuzzy
We barbequed at the bar. Burgers, chicken legs, skirt steak (just freakin amazing), and bacon cheddar mashed potatos, and garlic mashed potatos, and potato salad, and corn on the cob, and s'mores. It's entirely possible that I ate too much. It's also probably why I didn't get sick or pass out from the beer. I drink slow, so I don't think I had THAT many. I mean REALLY slow.
Tonight I intend to take it easy. The Bacon Bros. are the hosts tonight. I might just bring soda. The really great part about tonight is that Chicagos very own Bacon Bros. have some really cool friends. Smart, well read and well spoken. I look forward to meeting more of them. And re-meeting a few, as some of us may not remember the first meeting.
I posted once before about these Bacon Bros. and said I would explain the name. No, it is not a refference to the actor and his brother. The Bacon Bros. are step-brothers, and one of them had a girlfriend that lived with them for awhile and she kept a kosher kitchen. The first thing the boys did when she moved out was fry two pounds of bacon. They are regulars at the bar. When I met them I had a hard time remembering their names, so after I heard the story I nick-named them the Bacon Bros. The beauty of it is that they like the name. I think they may even revel in it, just a little.
--Little Bird is feeling fuzzy
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Monsoon
This has been an eventful week or so for me. I had a house guest over that I've known since grade school. We're talking 28 years here. We had a blast, breakfasts, beer, roller derby, more beer, sushi, beer again and the phone call from hell. You know the phrase "Into each life a little rain must fall"? Or something like that. Well, I think I now fully understand that. I got an 8:20 a.m. phone call from my stepmother. This woman has not called or willingly spoken to me in 12 years. In a nutshell she wants to stop paying my life insurance and me to take over the payments. AND she wants me to keep her and my father and her as the beneficiaries. Then she talked to me for 2 hours about nothing. I don't like this woman and this woman doesn't like me. She systematicly cut my father off from every woman in his family. His mother, his sisters, and me his daughter. She insulted me several times. She insulted my mother. She patted herself on the back and basicly I wanted to hurl. Then I told her that the last time she recieved a communication from me I meant what I said. That I was tired of being insluted every time she communicated with me. That she had hung up on me everytime I had ever called since I was 21. My childhood friend told me she was proud of me. I think I got caught in a monsoon. I was physically exhausted by the time I got off the phone.
I did find out that I can cash out that insurance package and then I could maybe get a few things out of the way.
--Little Bird is keeping an eye out for lighting at this point
I did find out that I can cash out that insurance package and then I could maybe get a few things out of the way.
--Little Bird is keeping an eye out for lighting at this point
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tag, she's It
Apparently Ginger and I are playing the sick version of Tag. First she gets sick. Then I get sick. Now she's sick again. Meanwhile I'm still hacking and sneezing, but no congestion, and no headache. Knock on wood.
Roller Derby here in Chicago was Saturday, and was just so much awesome. I'm glad the new season started so I can watch the carnage and cheer. My favorite team wears my favorite color and somehow that just happened to be the case. I didn't know what their colors were before I went to my first game last year. I should explain. I know some of the girls on the team. They come into the bar. They've been coming in for a while now. The other teams not so much. So GO FURY!!!!!
And now for the sad news. One of my friends in my building is moving away. Far away. Kuwait. Sniff. He's been selling off his stuff and so I bought a poster to remind me of him. Of course it's a martini poster, booze related, because we had some partys. The pajama breakfast for one. Started at 10 am and went until 10 pm. I made waffles. Not Eggos. Real waffles that required a waffle-iron. Of course I used a mix, I am not Martha. So anyway, I'll get to see him one more time (I had to lure him with my chili {no I am NOT turning into her}) before he goes. I'll just look at the poster from time to time to remember him better. And toast to it every once in a while. Cheers!
--Little Bird is... is.... ah.. ahh.. ahCHOO!!! oh forget it.
Roller Derby here in Chicago was Saturday, and was just so much awesome. I'm glad the new season started so I can watch the carnage and cheer. My favorite team wears my favorite color and somehow that just happened to be the case. I didn't know what their colors were before I went to my first game last year. I should explain. I know some of the girls on the team. They come into the bar. They've been coming in for a while now. The other teams not so much. So GO FURY!!!!!
And now for the sad news. One of my friends in my building is moving away. Far away. Kuwait. Sniff. He's been selling off his stuff and so I bought a poster to remind me of him. Of course it's a martini poster, booze related, because we had some partys. The pajama breakfast for one. Started at 10 am and went until 10 pm. I made waffles. Not Eggos. Real waffles that required a waffle-iron. Of course I used a mix, I am not Martha. So anyway, I'll get to see him one more time (I had to lure him with my chili {no I am NOT turning into her}) before he goes. I'll just look at the poster from time to time to remember him better. And toast to it every once in a while. Cheers!
--Little Bird is... is.... ah.. ahh.. ahCHOO!!! oh forget it.
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