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Thursday, April 7, 2011

On Life and Confusion
10:06 PM

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All right, I’m bad a keeping a blog, I admit it. I’m not very attentive and while I always begin new entries with the best of intentions, somehow they never make it on here. I’m not sure why, it’s just sometimes they don’t pan out.

I’m a silly nonsensical girl, and I know it. I’m not the prettiest, the most creative, the wittiest or even very clever, and I know that too. Sometimes it’s hard coming to terms with your own mediocrity – but necessary. I’m 23 and I haven’t completed much in life. This is my sixth year of college, because I take too many classes that I don’t need and am just interested in learning things instead. I have enough credits to have a minor in any of the following: Anthropology, Classics, History, German or Film. But I’m just barely close to getting those stupid requirements out of the way. I ended up not getting my financial aid filled out in time, so I still owe a semester’s worth of tuition and couldn’t take classes this past winter. I know, I’m really good at getting things done. I still live at home with my mom, which is kind of grating on me lately considering my younger brother has already moved out and I feel like I’m going nowhere in life. I’ve just recently gotten a job that while I appreciate being there, I could never make a career out of. I’m going to school for languages, but all I really want to do is open a bakery/book shop/cafe with Mary and Kristina.

Sure, sometimes I’m fun. I watch a lot of movies, I read as many books as I can in whatever spare time I have and I really like to cook and bake tasty treats, but I’m not good at anything. Well, I’m good at remembering birthdays, even if I’m silently bitter when people don’t remember mine. Watching movies and reading books isn’t really that difficult or special, a lot of people do it all the time. Cooking isn’t really that hard either. You follow a recipe (or don’t, therefore creating your own), neither of which are challenging. I like to crochet, but that’s not hard either if you have the patience and interest to continue doing it. I like VHS tapes and collecting blue grass and folk records. I like wearing two pairs of socks at the same time and pretending I have a different accent every day. I enjoy making jam and writing longhand. I like to write research papers for school and alphabetize my book shelves, conjugate English verbs into Russian and then into German, if I can remember them all. I have a lot of stuff crammed into my bedroom, and never enough space for storage. My mom complains about that all the time. She just doesn’t get the idea of collecting. I’m pretty particular about things in general, but I’m not high-maintenance. I fancy myself agreeable and easy going. My mom says I correct her too much, but it’s never out of spite or just so I can be right; I just want to spread what I know and acquire what I don’t from others. I do laundry and sing in the shower. I like to learn whatever I can and try to pass it on to everyone. I like to play Tetris, probably the only thing I’m actually genuinely okay at, but above all I like to do things for other people.

Sometimes (most of the time, actually) I feel like I care too much and get hurt too easily, but it makes no difference to anyone but me. I dwell too much on what I could have/should have/would have done about things in my past than how to improve upon them in the future. You know that scene in the beginning of that movie The Holiday with Kate Winslet? Where she’s walking around her quaint English cottage home on a cold winter night, wearing a bulky sweater, making a cup of tea and sobbing in her kitchen? That’s me, except the scene never comes to the point of resolution. For the past two years that scene’s been on repeat and I’m beginning to doubt whether I’m ever going to move on to the next act. It’s not for lack of trying, mind you.

I cry a lot, much more than people who know me might think. I could be watching a commercial on TV about sports drinks and it will remind me of someone or something that will set me off crying for a good twenty minutes. I think I might have to just laugh the next time the pizza guy catches me crying again. Maybe it’s pathetic, but it’s the only therapy I know. I’m not one for New Year’s resolutions; I think if you want to do something, you either do it or you don’t, but this year, as bitter as it may sound, I’ve resolved not to care as much. About things in general. Not to worry or be anxious when I don’t hear from my friends or when I find out all the fun things that have happened without me. Not to fall in love with every boy that talks to me or gives me the time of day. (Also, not to fall in love so quickly with the ones that seem worth it; they inevitably let you down, too.) It’s hard knowing when to give up on someone – or the idea of being with someone – and when not to.

I guess the hardest part for me is coming to terms with how lonely I am. I have great friends that I see often enough, but I have more friends that I feel like forget I exist until the next time they actually see me than friends that remember who I am. I have a lot of anxiety problems that I don’t talk about to anyone, because it’s easier for me to stress about something on my own than figure out how to talk to someone about them, some of which don’t even make sense when I try to verbalize them. Surely I’m not the only one who feels this way, I know.

But you know what? It’s okay to be unsure. It’s okay to feel lonely, because I know I won’t always feel like that and it makes me appreciate more the times when I’m not-so-lonely. It’s okay to have things about yourself that you want to work on or make better, but it’s hard not to overdo it sometimes.

I’m not sure how to wrap this up, really. I’m trying to end it on a light note, but I don’t think it’s come across exactly how I’d like it to. Don’t think this is a ‘woe is me’ type post; it’s just me trying to figure things out on paper (on digital ‘paper’?) Please don't misunderstand any of this as conceit or a search for sympathy; I promise you it is neither. (Other than Mary and Kristina, I'm not even sure that anyone reads this, in which case, I suppose I'm worry-free!)

Anyway, I hope your night’s as cozy as mine is about to be. All wrapped up in blankets reading a lengthy, but interesting, biography about Lucrezia Borgia. Swoon!




Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Happy Birthday, Frédéric!
12:38 PM


Today marks the 201st birthday of my most favorite Polish composer and pianist Frédéric Chopin! If you live in the metro-Detroit area, tune it to 90.9 FM WRCJ to hear a celebration of Chopin's opuses, nocturnes and concertos [I'm kind of partial to his mazurkas, but I'll take what I can get] in honor of his birthday, including little tidbits about his life. And how!

His tunes have been keeping me company today while I do dishes, read and make lunch among other things. None of which involve having cocktails at breakfast and folding laundry in red lipstick and faux pearls. Now that's just trashy.

I'll get to my resumé-makin' at some point today, a girl's just got to have priorities.


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Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Taking All Applications!
10:41 AM

Between Sunday and Monday morning Michigan was doused with a lovely snowstorm, blanketing the freshly defrosted ground in a brand new 10 inches of the icy white stuff. Needless to say, work was very slow. As the record store that I'm currently working at is going to be closing in a few short weeks, we're cleaning up shop and getting rid of stuff we never even knew was hiding in places we didn't even know existed.

One such task fell to me. I was handed a giant stack of applications dating back to 1998 and asked to go through them and rip out the social security numbers so they could be properly destroyed and the rest of the applications recycled. While I had a pile of identities at my fingertips, ripe for the stealing [muahahaha!], the part that interested me the most were the special skills and activities that people listed on their applications.

Now I know, when you're 16 and looking for a job at your local independent record store your aim to to impress, but shouldn't you also be concerned about overdoing it? And shouldn't you also be concerned about spelling? Anyway, here are some of my favorite "Special Skills" and "Activities" collected from the applications that I went through, sans applicant names, of course. Spelling and punctuation are true to how they are written. Some are sweet, some are pretty stupid and some are plain silly.

Subjects of Interest and Special Skills:
"I work with Autistic kids so record time customers are simple to make smile."
"I can roll my tongue."
"Acting in straight plays, acting and singing in musical theater shows and operas."
"I turn everything to gold."
"I know alot about older movies, musicals, plays and serial killers such as Ted, Gacy and Dahmer. Future FBI."
"Post-punk apocalyptic folk, just beginning my studies in Mississippi Delta Blues."
"I can multitasking."
"[Music], It's my wife and my life."

"I can work a computer, I work fast except mopping..."
"Student counsel, foot ball, karate, free style rapers." [Of course we are to assume he meant 'rapper'.]
"World Tae Kwon-Do Federation."
"Puppet shows at church." [I thought that was sweet.]
"DJ,ing, Raping." [Again, 'rapper.']
"Fire hula hoop, fire fans, palm touching."

And one last bit that made me laugh.

U.S. Military of Naval Service: "Sir, no, sir!"

Love, Cristina



Monday, January 31, 2011

Brown Sugar Cookies
3:42 PM

I’m not a big sugar cookie fan, to be honest. Why have a plain ol’ sugar cookie when I could have cookies with chocolate or nuts or molasses? But these are so worth while. Why? Browned butter. Who doesn’t love that? (Side note: Did that last sentence make me sound like Ina? Am I okay with that? Should I delete it? Too many questions that need serious, in-depth consideration, I know.)

These cookies have won the hearts of boys for me and even if those relationships never panned out, at least the cookies were good. The fine – and might I add thorough – folks at Cook’s Illustrated have graced us with this wonderful recipe for cookies you won't want to stop eating.

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

How Neat is That?
10:12 AM

While browsing through the backlog of Honest Fare the other day I came across a post on these wonderful photographs featured in Apartamento Magazine.

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Compositions of glasses filled with colored water and set in kaleidoscope-esque patterns.

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(photos via Honest Fare)

If only I could find a copy of this issue!



Sunday, November 14, 2010

Carrot Cupcakes for a Birthday
5:23 PM

carrot cake 10Holy carrot cakes, Batman!

carrot cake 1 carrot cake 2Yesterday a friend and coworker of mine had a birthday, and after having settled on carrot cake a month or so ago, I realized that I had never actually attempted to make carrot cake, nor did I have any recipes to go on. Luckily, my old faithful index of all things good in cookery had one that sounded pretty good, so I set about grating carrots and measuring spices.

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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Claudia Pearson
7:02 AM

Right now I'm oh-so in love with Claudia Pearson's illustrated recipes and prints. You can find more of her work on her blog and on her Etsy shop. These are some of my favorites:

Jan fuchsia mash

baked turnips

grilled peaches with ice cream

plum ketchup

Happy November!

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Sunday, July 18, 2010

On Jeunet
8:37 AM


Several of my best friends had a rather Frenchified night in Royal Oak last night. We went to the Main Art Theatre to see the latest creation of director and writer Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Micmacs. You might know him for his other quirky classics Amélie, The City of Lost Children and Delicatessen. Jeanut's newest feature is the story of Bazil, a down and out middle aged man with a bullet lodged in his brain seeking revenge on the men that caused his father's death with the help of a rather eclectic group of friends that treat him as family.

Petit Pierre was my most favorite character, with his charming mechanic innovations and incredible strength. The film was serious without being dramatic, and cute enough to remind people that the bad things in life don't always have to be the focus. I don't want to say too much more about it for fear of giving too much away, but I definitely recommend seeing it!




Thursday, July 1, 2010

Raisin Brahms!
12:14 PM

Best public service announcement ever, and that's the truth. It's been on the air for well over a year now, but I still can't get enough of it. My friend and co-worker Ras and I would greet each other this way many-a-morning last summer.

Hope the weather is as glorious wherever you are today as it is in Michigan!

Love, Cristina



Monday, June 28, 2010

Blondies and Peyton Place
4:34 PM

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Blondies, the delicious and pale cousin of the brownie, made an appearance at our monthly book club meeting yesterday, compliments of Miss Mary. They reminded me that I had photographed [and promptly forgotten about] a batch of blondies I made a few months ago, so I thought now would be a good time to share it.

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They were originally made with the intention to be sent along with a group of friends going to Cinema Wasteland, a horror film convention in Cleveland, but they never made it out of the state. Not because they were so darn good, as I sometimes would like to think, but because of a miscommunication.

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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Font Conference Video
10:53 AM

Miss Kristina sent this cute video to me a few months ago, and I re-discovered it while cleaning out my inbox this morning. I hope you enjoy it!

Love, the C/Kristinas



Thursday, June 24, 2010

Arnold Palmers
3:31 PM

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Now that we’re in the fill throes of summer, I’ve been sucking down the H2O like nobody’s business, but sometimes water gets boring. Lately I’ve been craving icy glasses of lemonade, imagining myself to be in a white wicker rocking chair on a huge wraparound porch, complete with sundresses and Southern accents.

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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Peanut Butter Brownies
11:53 AM

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I’m a peanut butter person, so any way I can work the spreadable, tasty little treat into a baked good, I try to.

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Plus, peanut butter and chocolate go so well together, I didn’t really need an excuse to make these and bring them into work, did I? As much as I love cupcakes, I think I’m a tad more partial to brownies, since they’re usually less difficult to eat – what with all that frosting and wrapper nonsense – and there’s almost always guaranteed to be chocolate involved [duh, that’s why they’re called ‘brownies’, Cristina!]

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Sunny Lemon Curd
10:55 AM

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So last week I had the urge to try my hand at homemade jam. The only surplus of fruit we had in the house was of lemons, and so jam got curtailed into lemon curd, since I didn’t have the patience for marmalade. It was early. I was hungry, and I wanted it now.

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Lemon curd is surprisingly easy to make, as long as you can stand stirring for about 15 minutes non-stop. Otherwise, I think the most time-consuming part of the recipe came in zesting the lemons. We don’t have a microplane zester [sigh] so I do my grating on an old box grater. I feel like I’m losing half of the zest when I use it, and it’s a stubborn thing to clean, but for now, it’ll have to do.

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Friday, May 21, 2010

Five Senses Friday and Whole-Wheat Irish Soda Bread
7:19 PM

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Seeing: Just put down my copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: Dawn of the Dreadfuls that I bought today, another Jane Austen horror-spoof meant to be the prequel to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Having read Ms. Austen before, I must admit that I find these spin-offs to be very entertaining.

Hearing: The oven beeping, telling me it’s time to rotate my Irish soda bread, and a little girl down the street practicing her flute on the front porch. It would be cute if I hadn’t already listened to it five days in a row.

Tasting: Dried dates that I'm snacking on.

Smelling: Aforementioned bread baking away.

Feeling: Comfy; it’s not even dark and I’m already in my pajamas, ready to hunker down for the night and watch The Picture of Dorian Gray.

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Saturday, May 15, 2010

Jam Drop Almond Bars and a New Book
12:20 AM

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Most of the baked goods I like to whip up are simple, throw-together things; recipes that have room for improvisation, or are rather forgiving when you have to substitute one ingredient for another. One thing I like to think I’m pretty darn okay at is making something out of nothing, in the kitchen at least, which is something my mom has always been good at too. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up [cue violins], but my mom did a fantastic job of concocting dinners and lunches out of not much to begin with, and for a pair of pretty picky little kids.

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Monday, May 10, 2010

Science Fiction Double Feature and Chocolate Yogurt Cakes
6:48 PM

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The world, as I’ve often read, is divided into two categories; people who love chocolate, and people who are indifferent to it. I, my friends, am definitely not someone who could do without. I currently live with two people who could care less about chocolate, and as blasphemous as that is, it never deters me from making chocolaty things.

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This past summer I discovered this recipe on the oft mentioned Smitten Kitchen, and since I’m also a lover of baking with yogurt, I knew I had to try it right away. These tiny cakes are simple to whip up and oh-so-tasty. They’re perfect for tea parties or an afternoon snack. Or breakfast. I think the almond extract and the yogurt are my favorite parts of this batter; the yogurt keeps the cakes dense and moist while the almond makes them so aromatically pleasing, you'll think you've died and gone almond grove?

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day
9:44 PM

One of the cutest cards I found on Frank Warren's Post Secret this morning. Happy Mother's Day to all the madres out there, including my own Mamutchka!


Love, Cristina

P.S. If my mom were a swingin' dancer from the 60's, this would totally be her.


(image via LP Cover Lover)



Wednesday, April 28, 2010

On Reading and a Book Club
7:53 PM

As an avid reader, I find it endlessly fascinating to see what books capture [and more pointedly, don’t] others’ interest. The end of the semester is nigh, and instead of spending quality time studying for exams like any good girl would be with the small bit of time I have before them, I’ve spent it reading and watching movies. This past week alone I’ve finished Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, started and completed The Reader and Water For Elephants, and also began a biography on Lucrezia Borgia and am halfway through This Way for the Gas, Ladies and Gentlemen. I have a notebook with pages filled of books I'd like to get my hands on one day! Fortunately, my friends are of a similar mind and we all swap books with each other.

Don’t frown at me, Mom, I’ll study sooner or later. I just really like reading, okay? There's nothing quite as calming as swaddling oneself in a blanket and hunkering down with a book and a hot cup of tea.

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1:15 AM

Oh swearing, how I heart you. I less than three you, if you will, but when did I start censoring myself? Why, why, why, why? When did fucking become effing? When did Jesus Christ become good golly? When did the word fuck start to feel crude and vulgar in my mouth? Midway through a conversation, which normally would have been riddled with fuck, did I realized that I thought the person I was talking to would think less of me if my real potty mouth came out to play. I sent that mouth home, pretended that the street lights were on, and its mom was calling.

To start I don't enjoy censorship, not for the sake of our children and not even for crazies who say things that I don't like. Its their right, isn't that whole thing in the constitution? In theory this is wonderful and idyllic, but when I hear neo nazis or retarded tea partiest spouting fervent, ignorant rants, I do get rather perturbed and would like to shut them down or really more like educate in a kindly Clockwork Orange sort of way. I don't think that certain things are appropriate for children, but rather than censor it umm maybe, just maybe parent and teach them right from wrong or monitor them. I dunno just a thought

Back to my sewer of a mouth, I remember when I first swore, around the age of 8 or so after watching 'Who Framed Rodger Rabbit". Jessica Rabbit called somebody a bastard. So Anthony, my very willful younger brother, was being a douche and whilst running after him outside I yelled that he was a bastard, very loudly, several times.and promptly got into lots of trouble. The neighbors could hear for Christ's sake. Then, the super awesome age of 13 rolled around and I found out I could swear and curse and not get in trouble. I took advantage of this fact so much so that from the age of 13 to, I don't know, 22 you would have thought I was a sailor in the 70s on their way to Nam. It was aggressive. I thought it made me tragically hip, especially if there were cool boys around and it being my house there are always boys around. It was flagrant and so copiously used, but what happened?

I'll tell you what fucking happened. I became Miss Mary, surrounded by tiny impressionable assholes. America's overly coddled, don't know what sunlight or imaginations are, youth. So, to keep up Miss Mary, the obscenity laws had to be placed. It is Michigan and there is no swearing in front of women or children; even if you are a woman or child. A fact I had to inform a 10yr old girl. She didn't want the police involved and I respected that decision. When not working I had to train myself to replace my beloved curse words with ridiculous phrases. I didn't want to be a hypocrite telling them to watch their language. (I dislike hypocrisy more than censorship) My favorites being Jiminy Crickets,Good Golly Miss Molly, and effing. There is an old lady and cutsiness that enjoy with the replacements. To add injury to insult though, now when I try to swear it sounds unfamiliar and coarse. As if I should be some fish monger's wife screaming and swearing, sweaty and unsatisfied. I'm guessing that some happy medium will have to be found. Never been good with those.

P.S. I adore those little assholes and being Miss Mary,


Monday, April 26, 2010

A new artist!
9:44 AM

While I work out trying to get my bank account and Flickr to agree that I have indeed purchased a Pro account, due to using up my free capacity this month already, I thought I might show off a new artist that I found via the internet.

Cherry Cola

Her name is Zara Picken and she's a graphic artist based out of England. She works in advertising, I've read, and the first work of hers that I came across was her advertisement for a London children's hospice.

Go Red!

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Friday, April 9, 2010

Five Senses Friday
10:35 PM

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(photo by William Claxton)

Taking cue from Abby Powell-Thompson over at Abby Try Again and Sarah McColl at Pink of Perfection, I've decided to play along and post my own current sensibilities. As Abby so nicely sums up for us, Five Senses Friday was created to "...use it weekly as way to sit down and reflect on what the past days have been like for me." So that this blog doesn't seem limited to cooking, I think this is a fun way to mix things up and hopefully inspire others to sit and ponder their surroundings.

I expect my comrades [AHEM!] to post their own sometime soon. It doesn't have to be a Friday-only thing; we can bastardize the title into whatever we want it to be, so ladies, start posting!

Seeing: Currently watching -- in between typing this, of course -- the 1988 documentary "Let's Get Lost" about American jazz artist Chet Baker.

Hearing: Joyce Night Tucker being interviewed over the soft crooning of Mr. Baker.

Tasting: Chocolate yogurt snack cakes, my own mixing of which will be up sometime soon.

Smelling: Awake™ tea by Tazo. Is it strange that I should be drinking a tea blend entitled 'awake' before I plan on going to sleep?

Feeling: Congested and achy, but warm and content to be swaddled in my plaid wool blanket and watching a rather mellow documentary.

Good night, my dears!

Love, Cristina



Thursday, April 8, 2010

Georgian Cheese Bread
12:24 PM

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Cheese. We all love it [well, except for you lactose intolerants, my bad] and I, for one, love cooking with it. Creamy, sharp, hard, crumbly, tangy, soft, holey, smooth, you name it, I like it. Maybe that’s a lie, I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat the kind with veins of fungi running through it, but one day I’ll get there.

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Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Peanut Butter Banana Nut Muffins
8:55 PM

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Okay, people, here’s the deal-lio. I’m a lover of fruit, and a lover of the idea of cooking with fruit, but let’s face it; cooked fruit grosses me out. Apple pie; a flaky, buttery crust filled with gooey cinnamon-and-caramel smothered apples? No, thank you. Peach cobbler? Sounds lovely, but I think I’ll pass. The texture of baked apples is probably one of the most unappetizing things I’ve ever tried, and believe me, I’ve tried it many a-time. I keep thinking that maybe one day I’ll have a bite and magically change my mind, but I’ve been thinking that for a very long time now, and I’ve yet to be converted. I don’t like it in tarts, cobblers, pies, clafoutis, over ice cream, under cakes, whatever. You name it, I don’t want it [but that doesn't mean I won't make it]. Luckily, Comrade Mary is in cahoots with me on this. She, too, shares an immense dislike of cooked fruits. At least I’m not alone in my craziness!

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Monday, March 1, 2010

An Observance of Chicken Stock
11:44 AM

Mary, my dear, I sympathize with you. I had quite a night of poultry-partying myself. Had no idea that the heart and innards would still be attached to the bird and I would have to cut them out myself.

After a long, boring and depressing day at work, I decided that I needed a bit of cheering up, and I think we can all agree that the best place for that is the grocery store. Plus, my friend Heather is a bit under the weather [2 points for non-intentional rhyming?] and so I told her I'd make her some chicken soup, which gave me another excuse -- as if I needed one! -- to visit the market.

Now, I think it's probably not the best idea to start making chicken stock at 9:00 at night, but then again, I had the time and didn't mind staying up until midnight with my simmering pot. I opened up the first volume of the Grand Diplôme to quickly re-read the instructions of cutting up a chicken, imagining myself to be Sabrina longing for David and only half-paying attention to the directions. After hacking -- like my eloquent terminology? ha -- the poor bird up, Gary the Cat being quite a nuisance and meowing at the top of his hungry-little-lungs for a bit of chicken like the 19th century street urchin that he is, I had everything in my great-grandmother's giant, ancient stock pot and bubbling away by 10:00 and another gallon bag of stock-ready ingredients stashed away in the freezer for another night. I spent the ensuing hours reading up on the life of John Lennon and listening to A Hard Day's Night.

By 12:30, I had the stock in Tupperware containers [took me nearly a half of an hour to find lids for all of them; good gravy, what a mess!], chicken shredded, carrots, onions and celery cut up and a fridge full of chicken-y goodness. I went to bed satisfied that I could totally be a pioneer wife -- move over Laura Ingalls Wilder -- and spent another hour delving into Lord of the Flies, which I feel cheated for never having been made to read in high school. If only you could see me raising my fist in protest right now!

Your Pioneer Mama,

P.S. Once I get my camera fixed, or purchase a new one, I'll be sure to post pictures of what we're making so this doesn't end up being boring and wordy.

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Sunday, February 28, 2010

The Birds That Flew Upside Down
11:58 PM

I wanted, nay I needed to cook today. Deep, soulful, unpretentious, home-y, just good food was on the agenda. Something that after eating you felt rested and secure like somebody big and solid just gave you a hug.

I set out to get the accouterments of my meal prep. Two large chickens that I was going to rub on herb butter and roast in the oven. So they would come out with a perfect crispy skin that you can't get from those rotisserie chickens from Sam's Club. I chopped, minced and diced with happy vigour. (I believe there could have been humming I'm not sure, but it could have happened.) Getting my mirepoix spread out and the chickens ready for the oven thinking everything was good and right. Making herb butter with fresh parsley, shallots, garlic, and worcestershire and slather the poultry under the skin and on top. Covering every square inch of those birds in butter giving them the best massage I think I have ever given.

While the birds were getting their final hot spa treatment with intervals of basting, mashed potatoes where made, baby carrots were braised with butter and olive oil, spinach was sauteed,
and I pulled out those flightless wonders and let them rest. Turned their juice into gravy and used the left over butter on the potatoes. I go to cut into those perfectly roasted, crispy delicious acts of cookery to realize I roasted those bitches upside down. What should have been a crispy breast was not it was the underside. I started to laugh and those years of culinary school and the money my parents spent and yet I still can't tell which is the right side of a chicken.

So, my silly upside down chickens are done. My fixings are finished and its basically time to eat which I thought there would be people around to share with. There are always people in and out of the house especially on Sunday and today was no different. The boys were there and then gone just as the food was ready off to the Auto Rama. What else was there to do, I fixed myself a plate and threw it in the microwave, (I just spent 3 hours with that food and needed some space.) put the left overs away and did all the dishes. Cooking for just yourself isn't satisfying I made food that you share with people that you just enjoy being around and not eat all alone while watching The September Issue with icy cold Vogue editor Anna Wintour. But thus is how I spent my time eating and it kind of makes sense. Those damn upside down birds.

Your Lonely Diner,


Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Doggie Treats?
6:00 PM

Please excuse my first post, and as for that matter my first real blogging experience, to be a slightly hostile one.

Lets just get this to be clear: I love to bake and have my degree in pastry arts to prove it. I enjoy giving my baked goods to people. I adore sharing them. I relish in hearing how they taste . In short, I love it when people eat my baked goods. I however do not enjoy when I bake and the furry, entitled beast that is named Bella (Lady Isabella being the lofty name given to her. How she assumed this title I will never know, for she does not act with ladylike decorum) asserts herself atop our kitchen counter or middle of our dining room table and decided that she has the right to eat half of my culinary endeavors. Whether they be cookies, cupcakes, brownies, muffins, she asserts herself as first and sometimes only taste tester and gone is my hard, abeit enjoyable, work.

Now what is it that I have to do to protect my bakery items from becoming canine dessert? Construct a device that hangs from the ceiling? Stand sentry while they cool with militant diligence i.e. a beefeater at the tower of London(I don't think the bear fur hat will be very becoming on me)? Lock dogs away or outside in frigid temps to protect my bits of deliciousness? Only bake at other people's homes? I am at an utter loss and need help just short of that proverbial farm they can be sent to.




Friday, January 1, 2010

Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcome!
4:21 PM

Not meaning to reiterate what our sidebar sums up oh-so-nicely about us, I'll get straight to the point and introduce the three ladies that make up The Sweet Bee Sting...

Kristina is a 24 year old jack-of-all-trades assistant editor for a small scholarly publisher in Michigan, and graduate of WSU with dual degrees in Anthropology and English. She's traveled the world, having conquered the Colosseum, and is currently settled in a quaint and cozy apartment in Ferndale, Michigan. Plotting to take over the world one book at a time, she enjoys Greek yogurt, Luke's Diner-esque cups of java, Italian salutations, riding her bike in the summertime and running around in her Wellingtons at night.

Mary, also 24 years of age, graduated with two degrees in Culinary Arts, one of which involves pastries. Miss Mary has also traveled the world -- where she has spent her time making googly eyes at French men -- and currently works as a child-herder for an elementary school in St. Clair Shores, Michigan. She idles away much of her free time day dreaming about Daniel Day-Lewis and watching film noir for hours on end. Mary enjoys washing dishes, devouring movies, power-reading romance novels and teaching the children that she works with that 'no' really does mean 'no'.

Cristina is a 22 year old student that is on the verge of graduating from WSU with a degree in Slavic Studies, focusing on the languages and histories of Slavic cultures. She works at a local independent record store and spends much of her free time watching the Antiques Road Show and crocheting blankets, scarves and hats for her friends and family. She enjoys visiting the Burton Theatre downtown, testing out baked goods on her co-workers, and soaking up stuffy Russian literature.

Our goal is to bring you fun and interesting recipes that are an adventure [good or bad] to make, the latest tunes that we spend our time baking to, the books that inspire us, and the movies that we watch whilst devouring our culinary creations.

Please excuse our blog while we figure out exactly what we're doing. We're all sort of new to this blogging thing, so we're making it up as we go along. Feel free to ask us questions and we'll do our best to answer them!

Contacts will be coming soon.