Mel

Continued Birthday Week Shenanigans…

My birthday WEEK is over. Even if it did stretch to over 10 days of celebrating. I took a couple days off "work" to hit up Akron (and my sister)... and opted for a little change. And I'm not talking about those stupid gold coins the vending machine refunded me from putting in a $10 bill. *grumble* {open post for more... and PICTURES!)

Mel

{pursuit} Cooking for the boyfriend: #1

I signed up to make 25 new things this year, alongside Lead Paint Cookbook (among others). At one point, I was supposed to post a list of my 25, but you know that thing about time… THAT and that, well, getting behind blazing new trails in the cooking world was something I WANTED to do, but my brain was telling me, “YOU SO CRAZY!” And now without setting myself up for any unnecessary...

Mel

My “Learn How To Cook” Missive for the New Year

I’m so horrible at this that I can’t even come up with a decent list of 25 items of what I want to learn how to cook. I can bake fairly well and make salads. I do especially well with dressings, so I suppose that makes me a stellar prep cook. Or something. See? I don’t even know proper kitchen terms. And I make sandwiches like nobody’s business. Oftentimes, opting for the use of the...

Mel

But you should see how I order a pizza!

I take the prize in many areas for Best Girlfriend Ever and would probably even be a good choice for a housewife, if that was truly my calling — you know, save for my arachnophobia and the watering of plants above my reach and my preference for truffles, not Bon Bons. But what lends very little to my contribution to a successful relationship is my cooking. My parents are good cooks. They seem to...

Mel

I dream about cookies. Crumbly bits.

Eternally* I will wonder if there were truly cookie crumbs down my top while I slept. I vaguely recall a mid-slumber freakout of “something” crawling around in my cleavage. Dream? Coincidence that I baked new cookies? One can never be too certain. *By eternal, I mean, next Spring, when I decide to finally vacuum because there are now ANTS in the bed. Although I did dream vividly about Drug Mart...

Mel

What’s new?

I caught up with my ex — The Fiance — yesterday. And no, it’s not some big secret that we conversed. AB knows we’re friends. “What’s new?” he asked, in request of status from our last conversation a couple of months ago. Everything is JUST as fantastic as the last time we spoke – downtown living arrangements, permanent awesome boyfriend placement, upcoming ...