Today Is Wednesday.
We have been moved in for about 6 week- it has gone by way too fast, and I am finally getting around to say 'hello' once again!
And here is a "what-you-missed-in-the-past-6-weeks" update:
-Sariah likes to run around naked. At the YMCA. After she steals other peoples stuff. Little convict in training.
-Seamus likes to step on leaves. Can you imagine 3 inch feet crunching leaves? Just imagine. It. Is. Adorable.
-Sariah decided to 'help' the people are Papa Murphey's make their pizza. They were are Highschool girls and had no idea what to do and just stared at her and looked around awkwardly.
- Pierre is kind of awesome. You just gotta see it to believe it.
-They actually have a pretty good donut place here. But apparently the are shutting down. Live over. I guess Pierre just dropped a notch.
-I think I can make up words. What in the world did my BA in English get me if not to be able to make up words??
The end.
Showing posts with label Pizza. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pizza. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Friday, October 5, 2012
Today, fried chicken danced in my head.
As I drove about the town today, doing who know's what (Actually- I was walking, now that I take time to think about it). A thought popped into my head: Fried chicken.
Friend chicken with a side of the fluffiest white potatoes and a slab of butter you have ever seen. Paired with equally fluffy biscuits and another slab of butter. Soul mates. But three is better then two- right? So add on another slab of butter onto a corn of cob- and OH MY GOODNESS. You have an American dream come true.
I had a mission. Eat my American dream.
You may suppose my dream is: shallow, fake, ridiculous, sad. But I find it GRATIFYING (have I mentioned that I LOVE puns?). I raced home and whipped on my apron, set Sariah to playing with her new favorite toy: steel cut oats (that girl finds the craziest things!), and set to work.
Step 1: Realize that you may not have everything you need in your kitchen.
Sometimes, when you have such a BRILLIANT dream in place, you get so caught up- and you just assume everything you need is magically in your kitchen. But, if you are anything like me- you HATE making anything if you do not have all the ingredients. SO! Compromise must happen.
After I realized I did not have enough chicken, corn on the cob, or the energy to make this unhealthy, gall bladder dying food, I sunk into despair. My stomach growled for days filled with fried food. But then I got over it, got up, and made something else.
Step 2: Make pizza.
Which probably took just as long as fried chicken- but was possibly the best pizza you will ever hear about. Truly, it was a masterpiece. My only regret is that it wont survive the weekend. (But totally adapted into chicken/artichoke hearts/alfredo pizza to fit our family's love).
Step 3: Never give up on your dreams.
I know that one day, I will reach my American dream. I will eat my friend chicken, sided with mashed potatoes, biscuits, and corn on the cob. I might even throw in an apple pie.
It will be a day to mark in history. It will be a day to celebrate. It will be fantastic. I will watch out for that day, and keep waiting for it.
One day, my fried chicken will come.
Until then,
Keep Calm and east some pizza.
Friend chicken with a side of the fluffiest white potatoes and a slab of butter you have ever seen. Paired with equally fluffy biscuits and another slab of butter. Soul mates. But three is better then two- right? So add on another slab of butter onto a corn of cob- and OH MY GOODNESS. You have an American dream come true.
I had a mission. Eat my American dream.
You may suppose my dream is: shallow, fake, ridiculous, sad. But I find it GRATIFYING (have I mentioned that I LOVE puns?). I raced home and whipped on my apron, set Sariah to playing with her new favorite toy: steel cut oats (that girl finds the craziest things!), and set to work.
Step 1: Realize that you may not have everything you need in your kitchen.
Sometimes, when you have such a BRILLIANT dream in place, you get so caught up- and you just assume everything you need is magically in your kitchen. But, if you are anything like me- you HATE making anything if you do not have all the ingredients. SO! Compromise must happen.
After I realized I did not have enough chicken, corn on the cob, or the energy to make this unhealthy, gall bladder dying food, I sunk into despair. My stomach growled for days filled with fried food. But then I got over it, got up, and made something else.
Step 2: Make pizza.
Which probably took just as long as fried chicken- but was possibly the best pizza you will ever hear about. Truly, it was a masterpiece. My only regret is that it wont survive the weekend. (But totally adapted into chicken/artichoke hearts/alfredo pizza to fit our family's love).
Step 3: Never give up on your dreams.
I know that one day, I will reach my American dream. I will eat my friend chicken, sided with mashed potatoes, biscuits, and corn on the cob. I might even throw in an apple pie.
It will be a day to mark in history. It will be a day to celebrate. It will be fantastic. I will watch out for that day, and keep waiting for it.
One day, my fried chicken will come.
Until then,
Keep Calm and east some pizza.
