TT: Acceptance and love.
I know how very cliché it is to talk about relating to a scripted scene in a movie (especially when that movie is filed under the gag-inducing and eye-rolling genre label “chick flick”…the worst), because life isn’t scripted and life is certainly not a movie, but this scene: When he says what he says to her in all seriousness—and she gets that look of disbelief on her face the moment she truly hears what he’s saying—makes me tear up every time. For both people in a relationship to feel that way about each other? That is it. That is everything.
(Source: culturallyschizo, via symbiosis)
Cooking for me is an excellent start, Panera, but are you also into making out A LOT and will you get your hands all up in my hair while we’re at it?
Just two co-workers catching up on weekend activities.
My wish list for the office secret santa ($20 limit) party later this month: Nailed it.
The older I get, the more I truly believe that unless you’re in the arms of someone you love (and who loves you), you’re never happier and warmer and more comfortable and at peace than you are juuuuuust before the mothereffing alarm goes off on Monday mornings.
Let’s go for a walk in the snow, but let’s make it reeeeeal quick because one of us isn’t dressed for this weather.
Related: I got busted taking this picture of myself by somebody who purposely put on workout clothes and came outside to run. In the snow. You go, Glen Coco.
It’s officially snowing, Chicago.
I keep looking for you in the strangest places.
-Put clean sheets on bed before meeting girlfriends out for a late drink: GOOD DECISION
-Take off clothes that smell like other people’s cigarette smoke as soon as you get back home: GOOD DECISION
-Get in the shower because what’s the point of those clean sheets if you smell like an ashtray: GOOD DECISION
-Deep condition your hair with the stuff you only use a few times a year because they discontinued it, but it’s your favorite and smells like the ocean: GOOD DECISION
-Take Tylenol and hydrate: GOOD DECISION
-While brushing your teeth, notice the length of your bangs. Pull scissors out of the drawer and trim them…too short: YOU WERE DOING SO WELL UP TO THIS POINT
You say potato, I say let’s make some delicious soup.
Before we go deep here, please take a moment to appreciate/bow down to my onion dicing skills. I mean, just look at that photo. You’re impressed, I can tell. Okay, let’s do this:
I’ve made this loaded baked potato soup (recipe here) a handful of times, but always in a larger slow cooker. I didn’t remember that until I tried fitting 5 quarts of ingredients into my 4 quart Crock Pot.
This is America and I do what I want, so I put the lid on top of that potato-onion-garlic-butter-broth pile anyway. Living on the edge does have its disadvantages because two hours later, I walked into my kitchen and had a broth puddle on the counter. So, I scooped everything into my big soup pot and cooked it on the stovetop, watching over it like they did in the pioneer days.
Once the potatoes were tender, I was supposed to mash them, but somehow I don’t have a potato masher. I even tried several kitchen tools that were not made to be mashers and succeeded at making a mess but failed at mashing, so into my trusty Osterizer blender everything went. (In batches, of course.) Then it all went back into the soup pot so I could add salt, pepper, cheese and cream.
I filled my soup bowl* 3/4 of the way up, and topped it off with a little more cheese, sour cream and homemade Turkish spice bacon (it’s out of this world) I was lucky enough to get at the last Chicago Food Swap. There would also be chives on there if I hadn’t forgotten to grab some when I was at the store.
I’m drinking it with a Lagunitas Brown Shugga since it’s Jack's favorite and it's his birthday today and he's awesome. Cheers, Jack!
My girlfriends are trying to lure me out for a drink tonight, but they aren’t meeting until 10pm because apparently they want to be 22 again, so let’s see if I can rally!
*I usually serve this soup in Panera bread bowls, but those bastards ran out before I got there! Can you believe that?
Dr. Brown’s black cherry in a frosty mug. Get on my level.