Kitchen Adventures

So tonight I found out what it would be like to have a loving wife. And her name is Emma Barker.

Ain’t she a beaut? Here’s a bit more of the prep and results:

Pears stuffed with gorgonzola and bacon, drizzled with vinaigrette

Pasta with olive oil, spices, red onion, and....

...more bacon!

Served with delicious baked broccoli.

And a delicious seasonal beer.

My contribution: Setting the table and getting the drinks. I am my father's daughter.

I’m a lucky girl.

As much as I love my…roommate, though, I am happy to say that after Sunday, THIS will no longer be an issue in my life:

That’s right. You’re looking at approximately 3,000 miles right there. Well, no more! Suck it, Canada.

Ok, done insulting Canada. I promise. Now if you’ll excuse me, the wife is making gourmet white hot chocolate. God love her.

Ok, as promised, I have a doozy of a blog for you, full of photos, links, and WaCkY stories.

First, the photos. AND a recipe! All for one low price of continuing to read!! Here’s what I had for dinner (twice) and lunch (also twice) last week:

Step #1: Boil packaged ravioli. Because I'm not this woman. (Though I desperately want to be.)

Step #2: Lightly saute chicken apple sausage and chopped spinach (frozen is fine)

Step #3: Compile cooked raviolis, spinach & sausage, marinara (again, jarred is fine), and mozzarella cheese.

Step #5: Mix and enjoy!

Makes about five servings. (Unless you don’t get home until around 8:45 p.m. and are so starving you can eat 2-3 servings in one sitting. Hypothetically.)

Second, the links! And I don’t know why I didn’t post this sooner either. (Yes, I do. It’s because I’m easily distracted. And lazy sometimes.)

But anyway, a while back my former editor (who has recently become a friend) Laryssa sent me (and a few others) an email asking a question:

What do you think: is a degree in journalism (or something similar) worth pursuing these days? How has your degree affected your job search/career goals?

I wrote her back what I’m sure was WAY more than she could ever need to know about my inner psyche (come on, my friends are almost ALL journalists. We talk about this A LOT.), and then she incorporated it into a presentation at American University. You can read all of the responses here. It’s interesting, to say the least. (At least, it will be to the aforementioned journalist friends.)

And finally, the WaCkInEsS! I accidentally washed my glasses in a load of laundry. They’re fine, I just feel like a moron. But they’ve never been cleaner!!!

I’m not going to even pretend to promise a post until after this weekend, so don’t count on it. But I’ll be back, don’t you worry your pretty little heads.

Sometimes I lose faith in humanity. Someone I think I know as, if not a good, at least a decent person proves themselves to be somehow less than human. It’s frustrating, but I guess, not entirely unexpected, right?

So what’s a girl to do to cheer herself up? How about EVERYTHING she loves packed into one evening?!? (Combined with a killer soundtrack courtesy of her iTunes Genius function!)

In this case, that means running, pilates-ing, cooking, photo uploading/editing, and, of course, writing. Here’s the visual evidence, beginning with last night:


Peter Bjorn & John concert. You should have seen this before I color-corrected it. I looked so tan!

The meal for the evening was actually quite delicious:


Step 1: Boil whole wheat pasta, sautee broccoli and yellow pepper with cooking spray.

Step 2: Add a bit of olive oil to the cooking vegetables. Set aside.

Step 2: Add more olive oil to cooking veggies; set aside.


Step 3: Drain pasta. Pause to enjoy the facial effect of the steam.


Step 4: Add more olive oil and thinly sliced colby cheese. (Also known as the best parts.)


Step 5: Mix in a dash of garlic powder and crushed red pepper. Enjoy.

I also recently bought my boyfriend (pronounced: boy-fraaaaan in my head) a present, and it arrived in the mail today! Photo below!

Oh come on, I know you read this! 😉

So anyway, color me cheered up.

What I’m trying to say is, I’m a girl of simple pleasures. And there’s nothing wrong with that.