Rocking chairs and plums

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My Grandparents have rocking chairs on the front porch of their Victorian house. The kind that you imagine when you think of Grandparents sitting out on the front porch. Complete with drinking tea, Grandma talking on the phone to one of her kids and Grandpa yelling in a word or two. And most importantly rocking away the afternoon.

I still dream that we will be like them sitting on the porch with my iced tea and kindle but more importantly you would be by my side. This month has been the hardest of my life. I sit in a daze at work when I should be adding more boards to Pinterest or commenting away on Facebook while I remember the raw painful words that shook me to the fucking core. I know that we are one of the lucky ones to have found a love so pure, deep and soul shaking. As I walked around the yard with you while you planted plum seeds from the backyard I can only hope that one day we will be that lucky to sit on the porch and rock the time away.

Andy Warhol Banana Bread

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Mushy brown bananas. EWWW. I am not a fan of mushy over ripe bananas. The taste, texture and smell, ugh. Can’t stand it. I realize that some people love bananas, I’m partial to them. I only really like them in Grape Nuts or in Banana Bread. Not smoothies, fried or sitting on my kitchen counter for days.

Eventually I got over the gross factor of these bananas and they took on a life of their own. The Andy Warhol Banana. See it? RIGHT!! After I stopped taking pictures of mushy bananas I made Banana Bread. And that is how you get Andy Warhol Banana Bread.

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Friday Dreaming

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My dream car since I was 16 has always been a VW Beetle. Seven months ago I quit  my corporate job in the financial district with no job prospects in sight. In fact, I quit with no notice and never checked the job boards. I couldn’t stand another day of pencil skirts and ‘Devil Wears Prada’ demands. As crazy as it was, it wasn’t. Instead of waking up with the usual feeling of dread, anger, migraines, and gut wrenching stress I was free.

After my second and final interview with the company I’m with now, I went to Home Depot. I saw my dream car in the parking lot. Beetle, blue, convertible even down to the bumper stickers. When I saw my future car I knew that I would get the job. It’s silly, but I just knew it.

Did I mention that I work on social media most of the day? Or that I am my boss’s assistant and spend the other part of my day either going to Williams Sonoma, finding the uses of mayonnaise or looking for amazing bloggers?

Feeling Groovy, Happy Friday!

Biking and Blackberry Pie

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A few weeks ago my boss let me borrow her bike with the hopes that I would ditch my car and bike to work. Given the fact that I work 4 miles from home, I should. Instead I ride my bike around the neighborhood, scared to go out on busy roads (I’m really just intimidated by a BIG hill) Round and round I go.

Except now that it is Spring time the neighbors are out mowing their lawns, weeding the garden or sitting on their porches. There is one neighbor who likes to sit with her son and chat (i.e. gossip about the neighbors) On my fourth lap around, I heard her say “There she goes again, round and round. Where is she going?” Perhaps its time to conquer that hill.

Right before the gossipy neighbors, I realized that I have been slacking with my baking. Or the subtle hint from Andy Man “You haven’t baked in a while”. After the over heard comment, I went home determined to bake. I quickly whipped up a Blackberry and Peach Pie. ABSOLUTE EPIC FAILURE. The pie was mush, perhaps it’s time to stop slacking and get baking? :)

Happy Marshmellow Face

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During college for some odd reason I decided to become an RA. Thinking back on it, I have no idea as to why I would choose to do that. That was truly a stupid decision on my part. I think I decided to do it because one of my roommates drank my all my juice again and the other decided to get a pet snake. I was out of there.

My attempt at marshmallows was as big of a mistake as this. I wanted to make marshmallows and bring them in for my co-workers. Seriously, marshmallows are supposed to be easy to make, like chocolate chip cookie easy. I should know better, I am terrible at caramel and marshmallows. It was one chewy, gooey sticky mess. The only thing that survived this mess was my happy face in powdered sugar for Andy Man.

Happy Monday marshmallow face.

Apple tart tuesday

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Its been a tough year, and I realized the financial district is not for me.

I will no longer:

Be screamed at by Partners because the deal fell through. (Buy an auto tune, that way when you scream I can laugh at your silly voice.)
Dust your invisible dust.
Be lectured for your mistakes and take the fall for them.
Not eat all day for the fear of missing a task from a managing partner.
Get your luke warm/room temperature, not warm, not cold, but a tad boiling water. (I still don’t know what this is.)
Be told to sit in your parking spot so no one will take it. (Yes, I thought this was a joke. This is one of many reasons why I wish you had an auto tune voice. I probably shouldn’t have laughed at this one.)

To all the screaming partners in the financial district: eat some dessert. If there is one thing I have learned it is this. I become a hungry hungry hippo if I don’t eat when I need to. Please take my advice. You must be a little low on sugar, cause your tad bit grumpy.

Back with blueberry bread

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Andy Man made a very valid point last weekend.

“You haven’t baked in a very long time.”

Point taken. I am back and baking with Blueberry Bread!

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Hippie dippie

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My inner hippie is silently smiling and dancing in circles to Bob Marley right now. In reality, I am sitting at my desk in corporate finance. Obviously, I hide my inner hippie dippiness for the weekends.

While on my lunch hour at work a few weeks ago I came across this idea for Indigo Dye Napkins. My inner hippie screamed with happiness, while I maintained my cool and calm corporate composure. The kit is very straight forward and super easy to use.

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Once soaked, you submerge the fabric in the solution for 1 minute. When it first comes out it is green and blue. Not to worry, give it a few seconds and the air will oxidize it and eventually turn blue. Once you cut off the rubber bands off you can see your groovy designs.

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Andy Man definitely does not have an ounce of inner hippie in him. I tried to get him to fold the fabric or submerge it in the solution. For some reason he refused. Instead, he watched from the screen door. The look on his face clearly said “Wow, my wife is a hippy”. And now we have pretty tye dye napkins for our kitchen table!

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Happy inner hippie day!

Sunday is the new fun day

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I used to dread Sundays. It is the last day of freedom to cram errands, groceries, cleaning, laundry, homework, and blah blah blah. Until today, when I actually stopped caring about the lawn needing to be mowed, washing the car, and cleaning. Blah. BORING! Forget about it. Maybe I was able to say who cares because this is the first time we had the house to ourselves since Andy Man’s Mom stayed with us for the last month? Or maybe I just stopped wanting to be frantic about getting ready for the week? I think I just really enjoyed hanging out with Andy Man and getting back to baking. Sunday is the new fun day.

Magical water fountains in the back yard

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After years of only being able to do half push ups (ok maybe 3 at a time) I suddenly had man strength last weekend. I have no upper body strength whatsoever, and yet I broke an irrigation pipe this weekend. While I was watering I pulled the hose and the water stopped. Automatically I thought, stupid hose has a kink. When I looked back, I saw I suddenly had a small magical fountain. Where did that come from? Another house discovery? No, I pulled the hose so hard the pipe snapped.

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I learned how to repair the pipe from my exasperated Mom and the Ace hardware store down the street. In the meantime, I think my parents would like me to stop calling and asking about every little thing.

Mom: “What am I looking at?”
Me: “I was watering and the pipe snapped! What do I do??? I think I turned the water off but I’m not sure”
Mom: “I don’t understand what am I looking at?
Me: “”I was watering and the pipe just snapped”
Mom: “I can’t understand this picture, pipes just don’t snap. What did you do?”
Me: “I was watering and the pipe just snapped off? What do I do?”
Mom: “Didn’t you pay attention to us when you were a kid and we were doing things around the house?”
Me: “No, why would I do that? You guys always did everything.”

Hmm… she did not like that. Luckily I watched YouTube and the friendly Ace hardware store was very helpful.

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