Where credit is due OR: My guy is the BEST!

Not only does he put up with my special brand of crazy, he's also an active participant in Crazytown. (And I am thankful for that many times a day.)

To wit:
I've been working on this manuscript for, oh, I'd say since God was a kid, and there's food in it. I mean, not on the pages, because that would be gross (especially since it's on the laptop) but there's lots of food described and lots of cooking and none of it is the sugar-free chocolate pudding and/or cool whip I just ate.


Hello, friend.

 No! Its is good, delicious food.

Food I couldn't possibly cook myself, for I am not an idiot savant in the kitchen--just an idiot.*

Describing the aforementioned delicious food being deliciously cooked while attempting to cook it was/is near impossible. So I asked The Chef if he could please please please make a couple of recipes so I could watch and then use my smarty-pants brain to describe the process. And then put some plot points in there too.  And he did!

First, there was a pasta and cauliflower dish that was A-MAZ-ING (even though a vegetable was involved)


The amazing pasta dish, Strascinati con cavolfiori e mollica fritta ( pasta with cauliflower and fried breadcrumbs). Doesn't everything sound better in Italian?

... and then there was veal piccata** with artichokes (which I didn't even know I LIKED!) that I would marry I loved it so much.

I do.

I guess we're all just left to wonder what flavor of crazy is coming up next. ***



*Unless we're talking about baking, in which case, I am a monster genius. Or at least geniusy.
**Spellcheck wants to change this to pinata. Veal pinata would not be nearly as delicious. And much more messy.
***Be afraid. Be very afraid.

How DOES The Chef put up with me?

You know that whole thing about challenging yourself?

Howzabout this duplex of crazy (poor April; poor Chef):

1. Comedy Boot Camp, performing 5 minutes of stand-up at Catch A Rising Star in April.
2. C25k,* running a 5k at the end of April.

Plus there's the writing workshop with a TON of amazing friends,** run by the AMAZING Patricia Reilly Giff. Last time it ran, I wound up in the hospital for over a week. These two items are not related.

*I'm on Week 2, Day 1, if you must know.

**Including but not limited to her and her and her and her and her

A reminder...

Love this picture.

Knee-Slappin' (or Lickin') Funny

The Chef and I saw Michael Ian Black at Catch a Rising Star* in Little Rhody** on Friday. (See photo. Yep. That guy. You've seen him a million times. Remember The State? LOVED that show!)

Anyway, I won tickets via the facebook and then a most awesome friend scored us a front row table.*** I could have licked his knees. MI Black, I mean, not my friend. That would be weird.


*I have something to tell you about this place, but not today, dear. I have a headache.

**I HATE when people call it this. Is there a Big Rhody somewhere I don't know about? Like when a father and son have the same first name so one of them is the Big and one is the Little?

***The Chef taught me that "It doesn't hurt to ask." If you don't ask for what you want, you're not giving someone the opportunity to do something kind. So really, asking people for what you want is a public service. Please note that this is MY interpretation. The Chef's mind isn't nearly as convoluted.

Worth the Wait

I think I need a better phone. When the picture is small like this, it's in focus and real purdy. Not so much when I do this:

It's like real life--without my glasses or contacts!

P.S. This is NOT my kitchen. My kitchen is about the size of the red box right there. The red box when it's closed.

I wish I could figure out how to add pictures from my iPad

I have other wishes as well, but that is a biggun right now. Because I would like to show you photos of strawberries as big as your head, covered in chocolate delicious enough to make Willy Wonka weep.

And you should gaze upon the flowers prettier than any gown you'll see at the Oscars tonight. But you can't because I am stymied by the iPad technology. That doesn't make me like it any less, for I love the iPad so very much. Even if it autocorrects like crazy.

Some recent autocorrects
What I meant to say: I love you to bits.
What I actually said: I love you robots.

What I meant to say: Is that possible?
What I actually said: Is that sable?

What I meant to type: Humphrey
What the iPad thought I wanted to say: hump hey

And then this epic fail:
I don't. Shrinks I? DAMN you autorotate! No! autocorrect! dammit!
I don't. Should I?

That is all. For now...