Oh wait, no, that's Meg's fantastic fabulous corned beef! She made this for St. Patrick's Day. It had potatoes, turnips, cabbage, carrots, and of course, the beef. The green on top is the mustard sauce she whipped up. It was absolutely perfect.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Voila! Chicken Parmesan!
Here is my finished chicken parmesan!
Oh wait, no, that's Meg's fantastic fabulous corned beef! She made this for St. Patrick's Day. It had potatoes, turnips, cabbage, carrots, and of course, the beef. The green on top is the mustard sauce she whipped up. It was absolutely perfect.
Oh wait, no, that's Meg's fantastic fabulous corned beef! She made this for St. Patrick's Day. It had potatoes, turnips, cabbage, carrots, and of course, the beef. The green on top is the mustard sauce she whipped up. It was absolutely perfect.
Trolleys and Chicken. Yum.
Today I had the best Market Basket trip ever. Why? Because now that the snow has melted, I could break out my new shopping trolley and buy proper, heavy-type groceries!
That is what it looks like. A little odd, but it made climbing that huge hill with 50lbs of groceries suddenly bearable.
Overstock has all different kinds, like these, these, and these.
It was full to the top when I was done shopping:
It is really deep, so you can fit a lot of everything, and it is insulated a bit since it is canvas, so your food won't thaw right away:
Everyone in Boston needs one. For a mere $26, you will save $1,000,000 on cab fare in the years you live here, and you will save an incalculable amount of sanity.
And yes, those are Swiss Cake Rolls, and I'm not ashamed. They taste SO good.
I bought everything to make chicken parmesan, but not the super fancy, super good Meg-type way. But it is better than the super lazy way (buying it from Mike's and bringing it home).
The problem is I don't have proper cookware. All I had were three teeny tiny frying pans that were discarded when Nana bought all her fancy stuff years ago.
Consequently, I had to cook one breast in each pan. Bizarre! But I needed enough food to last the whole week.
So that's what it looks like when *I* cook chicken parmesan!!! And yes, the stove is filthy. It was like that when I moved in. Anyone know how to properly clean a stove that hasn't been cleaned since approximately 1920?
And thanks to Nakes and Papa for the help with the chicken parmesan! I just wish I would have remembered to buy parmesan. Chicken parmesan sans parmesan. Oh well.
That is what it looks like. A little odd, but it made climbing that huge hill with 50lbs of groceries suddenly bearable.
Overstock has all different kinds, like these, these, and these.
It was full to the top when I was done shopping:
It is really deep, so you can fit a lot of everything, and it is insulated a bit since it is canvas, so your food won't thaw right away:
Everyone in Boston needs one. For a mere $26, you will save $1,000,000 on cab fare in the years you live here, and you will save an incalculable amount of sanity.
And yes, those are Swiss Cake Rolls, and I'm not ashamed. They taste SO good.
I bought everything to make chicken parmesan, but not the super fancy, super good Meg-type way. But it is better than the super lazy way (buying it from Mike's and bringing it home).
The problem is I don't have proper cookware. All I had were three teeny tiny frying pans that were discarded when Nana bought all her fancy stuff years ago.
Consequently, I had to cook one breast in each pan. Bizarre! But I needed enough food to last the whole week.
So that's what it looks like when *I* cook chicken parmesan!!! And yes, the stove is filthy. It was like that when I moved in. Anyone know how to properly clean a stove that hasn't been cleaned since approximately 1920?
And thanks to Nakes and Papa for the help with the chicken parmesan! I just wish I would have remembered to buy parmesan. Chicken parmesan sans parmesan. Oh well.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
St. Patrick's Day in Bean Town
First St. Patrick's Day in the most Irish city in the US...it was really fun. We went to the parade in Southie, and now you must look at the photos and tell me how sad you are that you didn't get to make it up here.
These are the police horses just hanging out:
Why was Star Wars in the parade? Who knows.
Guys in kilts...think they were firefighters.
Guys shooting guns. It was really loud, the kid next to me cried and had to go home, which was great for me, because he was blocking my sight.
Welcome to Miami:
For Bob, yet again:
Old police car that I wish I owned:
MIT solar car:
I really love tanks:
Tin man. This was the iron worker's union's float, such a great idea:
Oh crap!
Not him!
Bill O'Reilly, ruining the parade. Apparently he thinks gays and lesbians have no place in the parade because the parade is a religious sacrament. So wearing booty shorts and striped leggings is appropriate for the sacrament, but not gays and lesbians? This guy. Ugh.
Bagpipers, can't remember who they were specifically, but there were firefighters and police from all over the nation, and somehow there seem to be quite a few police and firefighters who are really good at the bagpipes.
They're mostly all playing the same song -- we thought it was the Irish National Anthem, but it is actually Scotland the Brave. Bizarre. Scotland does not equal Ireland.
These are all different bagpipers.
Gorgeous horses, the same kind Nana and I saw at the Boston Commons.
Tiny, funny fire trucks:
Marines:
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Spring Sprang...for a Minute Anyway...
Can you believe this? The little tiny plant buds are trying to come out. We went from 15 degree days to 60 degree days in the span of a week. It has been so nice lately, minus the impromptu wintery mix yesterday.
These little buds give me so much hope!
Mogwai and I sat outside for an hour, it was so nice to soak up the vitamin D. That is me, and my house, basking in the sun.
This is what Mogwai loves best, and she got to do a lot of it! This one's for Papa! I guess you were right all that time!
The other day, this mess happened on my street. There were fire trucks from one end to the other, and you can see the cops parked sideways blocking off the whole street. It lasted about an hour. I couldn't smell anything, and was praying it wasn't my house on fire, because I don't have renter's insurance. I still don't know what it was, it didn't make the silly Somerville paper.
These little buds give me so much hope!
Mogwai and I sat outside for an hour, it was so nice to soak up the vitamin D. That is me, and my house, basking in the sun.
This is what Mogwai loves best, and she got to do a lot of it! This one's for Papa! I guess you were right all that time!
The other day, this mess happened on my street. There were fire trucks from one end to the other, and you can see the cops parked sideways blocking off the whole street. It lasted about an hour. I couldn't smell anything, and was praying it wasn't my house on fire, because I don't have renter's insurance. I still don't know what it was, it didn't make the silly Somerville paper.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Un-freaking-believable.
Today, after spring had finally seemed to have broken, we had a nor'easter. Think hurricane, but snow instead of rain. I woke up and had to brush about eight inches of snow off my car. By the time I was done, it was already covered again.
Then I went to the bus stop, and the bus was very, very late. There is no shelter there, so this snow was literally suffocating me, despite the fact that I had on a hat, tucked my hair in, and wore a gaiter. It was whipping all around in all directions, going in my eyes, up my nose, and into my lungs. It was miserable. That is when I started getting angry.
Then I got to the train station, which is outside. There were no trains. It took forever, maybe another 15 - 20 minutes for a train to show up. Again, snow literally choking me, I was getting angrier by the second. Angry, and massively sad.
Why did I move to Boston? Dumbest thing ever. Why would anyone willingly put themselves through this misery? Why would anyone do this? Why is this state even open? Why isn't the whole place shut down? Who lives like this?
I was so mad at myself by the time I got to work, my pants were wet up to my knees, my hair soaking, I was fuming, mad at myself, mad at my city, mad at my life, wishing I had thought this through better. I had just had enough.
When I got to work I was nearly crying, I told everyone to leave me alone, tears nearly came about 10 times, I kept running downstairs for air and cigarettes, hoping no one would be there.
The absolute worst thought was my car. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown trying to figure out what I was going to do with my car when I got home. I knew it would be plowed in, and I wasn't smart enough to buy a shovel when the weather was warmer. You all know how I have a tendency to obsess over things...well I did. I obsessed all day. I felt so helpless, had no idea what I was going to do, figured I would have to let my car get towed, but had no way at all to pay a towing bill.
I nearly cried in the cab, on the train, and when I got home and saw my car, I thought it was over. I was done.
Today was the first day I actually thought I was going to have to give it all up, and move back home.
I took Mogs out, and the caretaker guy was out there. I sort of gave him an earful of my woes (poor guy!!), how was I going to dig my car out, I don't even own a shovel, blah blah, and he did the most amazing thing.
He said, you know, I have my shovels out on my porch every day. You can use them whenever you want, just always make sure to bring them back.
WHAT?!? I was shocked! Absolutely floored. I could not believe he just said that.
He could see how upset I was, and said, you know, you should just go inside, get warm, get a good night's sleep, and worry about it tomorrow. But I knew tomorrow the snow would be ice, and it would be 10x worse. Everyone else was digging, so I knew it was probably best I just got out there and did it. And he said, yeah, I didn't really want to mention that, I figured you could use some rest.
The guy parked behind me was digging out his car. He asked me, "Are you going to dig your car out now?" And I said, "Well, yeah, I mean, I guess, but I just don't know. I have no idea, this is just so overwhelming."
And he said, "Well, I actually need your car to move in order for me to get out, so I will be willing to help you dig out if you will move your car."
WHAT?!? Double whammy? I absolutely could not freaking believe it. Yes it was kindness with a selfish motive, but it was KINDNESS all the same.
He helped me dig out, told me which roads were salted best, and how to get back to my street to park on the plowed side.
I could not believe it. I could not believe this horrible, hideous day, the day that brought me to the brink of my breaking point, turned out so amazing.
It was a miracle. It really was. I cannot believe it, I cannot believe the span of emotions one person can feel in a day.
I am happy with Boston again. Really happy. So happy that now I think I will finally cry, but it will be super happy tears of relief, joy, comfort, and restored faith in humanity.
Then I went to the bus stop, and the bus was very, very late. There is no shelter there, so this snow was literally suffocating me, despite the fact that I had on a hat, tucked my hair in, and wore a gaiter. It was whipping all around in all directions, going in my eyes, up my nose, and into my lungs. It was miserable. That is when I started getting angry.
Then I got to the train station, which is outside. There were no trains. It took forever, maybe another 15 - 20 minutes for a train to show up. Again, snow literally choking me, I was getting angrier by the second. Angry, and massively sad.
Why did I move to Boston? Dumbest thing ever. Why would anyone willingly put themselves through this misery? Why would anyone do this? Why is this state even open? Why isn't the whole place shut down? Who lives like this?
I was so mad at myself by the time I got to work, my pants were wet up to my knees, my hair soaking, I was fuming, mad at myself, mad at my city, mad at my life, wishing I had thought this through better. I had just had enough.
When I got to work I was nearly crying, I told everyone to leave me alone, tears nearly came about 10 times, I kept running downstairs for air and cigarettes, hoping no one would be there.
The absolute worst thought was my car. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown trying to figure out what I was going to do with my car when I got home. I knew it would be plowed in, and I wasn't smart enough to buy a shovel when the weather was warmer. You all know how I have a tendency to obsess over things...well I did. I obsessed all day. I felt so helpless, had no idea what I was going to do, figured I would have to let my car get towed, but had no way at all to pay a towing bill.
I nearly cried in the cab, on the train, and when I got home and saw my car, I thought it was over. I was done.
Today was the first day I actually thought I was going to have to give it all up, and move back home.
I took Mogs out, and the caretaker guy was out there. I sort of gave him an earful of my woes (poor guy!!), how was I going to dig my car out, I don't even own a shovel, blah blah, and he did the most amazing thing.
He said, you know, I have my shovels out on my porch every day. You can use them whenever you want, just always make sure to bring them back.
WHAT?!? I was shocked! Absolutely floored. I could not believe he just said that.
He could see how upset I was, and said, you know, you should just go inside, get warm, get a good night's sleep, and worry about it tomorrow. But I knew tomorrow the snow would be ice, and it would be 10x worse. Everyone else was digging, so I knew it was probably best I just got out there and did it. And he said, yeah, I didn't really want to mention that, I figured you could use some rest.
The guy parked behind me was digging out his car. He asked me, "Are you going to dig your car out now?" And I said, "Well, yeah, I mean, I guess, but I just don't know. I have no idea, this is just so overwhelming."
And he said, "Well, I actually need your car to move in order for me to get out, so I will be willing to help you dig out if you will move your car."
WHAT?!? Double whammy? I absolutely could not freaking believe it. Yes it was kindness with a selfish motive, but it was KINDNESS all the same.
He helped me dig out, told me which roads were salted best, and how to get back to my street to park on the plowed side.
I could not believe it. I could not believe this horrible, hideous day, the day that brought me to the brink of my breaking point, turned out so amazing.
It was a miracle. It really was. I cannot believe it, I cannot believe the span of emotions one person can feel in a day.
I am happy with Boston again. Really happy. So happy that now I think I will finally cry, but it will be super happy tears of relief, joy, comfort, and restored faith in humanity.
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