Bon Appetite!

I've been watching Julia Child's show all afternoon while sitting home alone and being sick.  This has got to be the best thing I could be watching right now.  I'm both entertained and amazed.  Have you seen this woman work?  She's absolutely hilarious.  Several things have occurred to me:

1. This woman is drunk.  And if she's not drunk, someone is slipping her something.

2. She totally dropped half of that giant potato pancake on the floor when she tried to flip it.  This supports the first thought of intoxication.

3. I know it's in black and white, but that french onion soup is BURNT.  And smoking.  This warms my heart because it doesn't matter how great in the kitchen you are, you can still burn things.  If Julia can do it, we can do it.

Fortunately for me I was sober when I made my eggplant dish (though not nearly as entertaining, I'm sure).  My sobriety contributed to it not being burnt.  And I didn't have to flip it (although I did have to toss it in the pan a few times, which was pretty dicey).

Eggplants get a bad rap.  Often viewed as slimy, mushy, or tough, those who love them are forever trying to convince those who do not to change their minds.

Case. In. Point.

Hey Baby, I Think I Wanna Marry You

It is 82 degrees in this room.  Practically a sauna in our bedroom on 53rd street.  It is completely balmy, my face feels hot, and I'm pretty sure I'm sweating behind my knees.  It's a gross feeling (the sweat behind the knees thing).  Makes me feel icky.

12 hours ago I was sitting in a cool house in the woods.  Nay... a PARADISE.


Two floors of A-frame goodness.

Life Events

Today is the day her ring comes.

TODAY!

I'm typing this while she's at work, awaiting my grocery list for the cabin trip we are about to take for the weekend.  I know, I know... it's kind of a "done deal".  I already said yes.  But just because I said yes, doesn't mean she will.  (of course she will)

If you're reading this on the day it's posted, this is the day I've asked Cori to marry me (back).  We're currently in the woods in her family's cabin - one of the single most special places to her.  I will have gotten the ring, put it in a monkey box (pictures to come, I swear!), the tea set up in a mug, the dress (again, pictures to come) hung with care, and I'm desperately trying to surprise her.

Cori is very difficult to surprise.  This is due in part to a) her being my best friend I naturally tell everything to, and b) her ability to find shit out.

I'll be honest:  she knows this is coming.  The surprise (and delight) will be in her not knowing what point during the weekend it will happen, nor does she know about the dress or the monkey (monkey boxes are severely underrated).

So while I'm securing my bride-to-be in this little contract called an engagement, I'm going to leave you with a fresh early-summer salad.  Cori loves salad, and I love Cori, so this works out.