30 April 2011

p r o c r a s t i n a t i o n

This is me pretending to write a twelve page paper on the Monarch Butterfly. The more I talk about this paper, the better I will do on it. karma. I LIKE BUGGS.

"Sorry, my sleeves are wet."
"Oh. I didn't notice."

Sorry to Sabina's friend Alex. He was very polite about my uncomfortable greeting. Don't worry my sleeves aren't wet.

We made vanilla vanilla cupcakes for a friend. At 2am. Yes, we fully regretted it the next day.

Yesterday we walked back from dinner, Faulkner with a dozen eggs in her hand and clad in her drug rug, me in my Charlie Sheen prescription Ray Bans because I can't find my glasses and some Cherry Garcia in my hands. We were stopped by super brother-sister duo Nate and Merritt and were greeted with a, "Welllll, you two don't look high."

Happy studying. BRAIN FOOD=Goldfish+Adderall.


Ha, a pun!

It was Royal Tea Party day at Alfalfa's (woo back in Boulder!) and they were serving up some fine mint tea.

It tastes smooth, and it's just a bunch of mint leaves in hot water.

You can make this if wild mint grows in your garden like it did back at So. Willard Street.

Yes, I am doing this instead of studying Econ. I can't help it, MC = MR = MB = P. How is that possible!?

Make yourself some mint tea and get back to your studies.


28 April 2011

Late Night with Bryn and Faulkner

We both worked til 11 last night.
SO we weren't tired at all.

So I packed all the food stuffs into two crates and Bryn put all her clothes into plastic bags.
Then we made Birthday Cupcakes for 4 (Smitten Kitchen x2) and I cut up enough bread to make my hands sore.

By that I mean a baguette a huge loaf and some sourdough.

With a steak knife.

The loaf and the baguette made croutons (cube the bread, play with olive oil, Italian Season, little bit of found dijon, bake at 350 for 20 min) after the cupcakes after the danishes we found we'd left in the oven since Tuesday when we made breakfast.

The oven got mad action last night.

ToDAY? Bread pudding, hopefully. As long as it takes less than 20 minutes, because I gotta study.

Peace and Love and good luck on those finals!

26 April 2011

Great Holy Meatloaf

A) Charoset is apparently a paste, not just a mix of apples and roasted walnuts and honey and cinnamon. Make your failed charoset into a salad with spinach.

B) The best way to feed AND impress a lot of people on the cheap: Quiche. (I say impress because you can feed anyone with spaghetti, but that almost always tastes the same, and always ends up in the trash on that tacky flowery paper wax plate.)
I used Emeril Lagasse's recipe for the crust, which turns out to be really easy. All you need is flour, butter, and a little salt. Bake for a bit before you wander about the hill on Easter Sunday trying to find a house you've only seen at night.

C) Kitchen talk:
i. to combine old and new food in the same bowl is to 'marry' them.
ii. you HAVE to be firm when transferring some from one bain to another.
iii. I'll make a video about how to roll up a pizza dough.
iv. line cooks always carry 2 towels in their apron.

D) Meatloaf is absolutely delicious, and if you don't like it, I'll bet you haven't tried it. I'll swim a 500 at midnight naked in the res if you have and still think its bad.

23 April 2011

Call Me Hypocrisy

This blog post will be numbered in roman numerals because I don't know how to relate the three subjects.

I. Did you know 1.14 million brown paper supermarket bags are used in the United States every hour?! (SEE PHOTO -->) Nothing says "happy earth day" like spending my day in Alfalfa's, where I was giving out paper bags like hotcakes. But I like my job, I think I have a real knack for this bagging business. They didn't train me or anything, they just threw me into the shark invested waters. It's anybody's game. Some customers want to try and carry all twenty of their items without a bag and some want two bags for their plastic bottled smoothie. I've picked up on the cardinal rules, like not to put eggs vertically (sorry to the unfortunate customer I did that to, your next dozen is on me...) OKayy I realize the confessions of a natural foods bagger are not that thrilling put check out this tune....the art and the I-hate-America lyrics are swell.

II. $4 large mocha? Only because I want to support local coffee shops that are not linked to major corporations, cough cough Starbucks. And it tastes better than the watery concoction that comes out of the machine in the dining hall. And it doesn't taste like a dirty hipster that hasn't showered in nine days, cough cough Espresso Roma.

III. This is the Jewish Passover meal Faulkner made. She should talk about it because I really had no part in it, but I served it to our best Jewish friend Jesse with matza crackers! Not too shabby!

22 April 2011


A lot of people asked me how 4/20 in Boulder went.
I'll tell you this: More so than ever, I wish I had been around for Woodstock. More so than ever, I will not become a stoner. "Toke," "blaze," and "light up" will not become my vocabulary. SO, don't worry about me, Vermonsties, I'm doing fine.

We did make a green smoothie though. Super refreshing, super good for you. Stop complaining about vegetables and just do it.

Green peppers
a splash of milk


ALSO, I made everyone do a garlic shot last night to keep from getting sick:
chop a clove of garlic (good for your heart), add a dash of cinnamon (brain activity) and sprinkle of Emergen-C (nothing but placebo) and a shot's worth of water (H - 2 - oohhhhhhh!!!!).


Chicken is a Paradigm of a Lack of Self-Control

Chicken. We said a word about him and hoped he had a fun life with some hot chicks. Pun. Ha. Faulkner wants to snap the head off the next chicken she eats....intrinsic violent manifestation.....but valid. If we can eat it why can't we kill it yeah yeah? Watch the french movie LOL and this picture will make you laugh immaturely/vomir....

This is Faulkner's witch doctor garlic shots that did squat. I'm still blowing my nose on the hour.


Music provided by a harmonica and Joey
Lemon and Blood, still life.
Faulkner, her guitar and some chiles that rattle like a....a rattle.Oh so artsy.
The risotto had half and 1/2 and cheese and was creamed deliciousness. Thanks Adam. The chicken was lemony and spicy and we ate like medieval savages. Good thing I didn't spill on my Thirsty Thursday black skimp dress....oh right I don't own one. Let's go draw pictures in the library and scare Max when he gets off work and be in bed by eleven, OK!

19 April 2011

Magical Mystery Tour 420 Krispy Cakes!!!

Remember when we made birthday pancakes?
We still had some batter left over. Here's what to do to celebrate Boulder's favorite holiday aside from St. Patrick's Day, Halloween, New Years, Move-in week and Spring Break. Or the "4th, 5th, and 6th day of the week." Thanks Drew, brainwaves of the same thought.

What I'm getting at is that since Boulder is Playboy's No. 1 party school in the whole country and any day is alternative mindset day, you can make these any time!

2/3 box of cake mix
2 eggs
stolen crisco left in the kitchen, to taste
giant forkful of peanut butter
3/4 cup water
1 small tupperware of granola (FINALLY DONE!!)
a big sprinkling of Rice Twice Cereal
2 handfuls of flax seed, ground in a coffee grinder

Mix it all together, and spread on a cookie sheet. 350 degrees til it turns golden brown on the edges, just like Bryn and Eric's hometown. While it's baking, melt some vegan marshmallows you found in the kitchen with nutella and vanilla torani's. It will probs get like hard candy that sticks to the pan, but it's fun to bite.

Down with Dorm Food

We found them we found them! The kids that eat natural organic vegetables and don't like milk and listen to jam bands!
We went over to our new friend Fabi's place last night for dinner.
He runs a little thing called Stained Tablecloth that involves people getting together and learning and eating quality food and all sorts of things.

He made potato beet soup and put coconut milk on top. Bryn and I brought CForce salad and it was bombtastic.

I'm pumped to be getting into this local food scene.

CUGL had a bakesale yesterday that I actually helped at with beet muffins, johnny cakes, coconut bread, applesauce fudge cookies, and some crazy carrot bread. This summer is going to be so so good.

I also made a friend at the Cup who sent me this website on why GMOs are dangerous and bad and nonexistent in Europe. Stupid America. He helped put the 2 minute videos together. Check them out!

One dormet recipe for you: Macaroni Salad.

Mayonaise is gross. And i tend to dislike cold salads. But when you're tired of Mac n Cheese and still have a peanut butter jar full of elbow noodles in Bryn's fridge....

Heat them up in some olive oil
Melt two slices of cheese on top
Dump in shredded carrots and mixed greens
Grind the flax seed that's been sitting in the crate for 3 months and add that too.

Flax is full of good for you fiber that you can't digest when it's in seed form, so in order for it to have any effect, it has to be ground or in oil form.
Really good to mix with peanut butter and eat on an apple.

One more note: For you cooking newbies, you can make superhealthy farm fresh eggs in less than 2 minutes when you scramble them in a bowl with a little milk and put them over medium heat.

17 April 2011

Faulkner Ann

  • .5 cup unsalted butter, softened
  • 1.5 cup white sugar
  • 1 egg yolk
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 1.5 cups unbleached all purpose flour
  • 1/8 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/8 teaspoon fine sea salt

  • We were out of brown sugar.
  • So I just used a cuss-load of white sugar.
  • Plus we sprinkled more on top for visual appeal.
  • And I pressed them with a fancy jar lid for the design.
  • I got spacey like a space bar and forgot the baking powder and the vanilla.
  • So after I rolled everything in a ball, I sprinkled the baking powder and vanilla in.
  • Then we flattened them with a canteen.
  • And used a coffee mug as a cookie cutter.
  • Baked them for 13 minutes.
  • Fingers-crossed they turned out ok.

  • "Tomorrow is like a ball of cookie dough. And we will take cookie cutters and make it into cookies!"
  • -Faulkner Griffin

  • You should've seen this girl in the kitchen tonight. She was a rockin' and a rollin' rockin' and a reelin' Faulkner Ann fa fa fa Faulkner Annnnn. She fed seven thousand people crepes. No exaggeration. People came from all the lands to see these whole wheat crepes. Savory apple-cheese-mixed greens and sweet nutella-apple ones for dessert. I hope her poly-sci debate does not suffer for being the real bread winner tonight.

Divine Intervention

Bryn told me the prayer for Mullen's Cross Country team, and invoking it brought us a delicious local breakfast.

"Alfalfa's" by Leftover Salmon by fullpedal

Fresh eggs from a local farm (again, Sabina, which one is it?) that apparently you don't need to refrigerate!
We couldn't resist the pretty blue ones, and they had these beautiful super bright yolks.

Added some fancy rock salt herb mix from Hawaii (thanks Eric!) and Gruyere cheese (famous Swiss cheese made from cow's milk and has a nutty, slightly sweet taste with complex musty and mushroomy notes. I stole that from a website) and sliced pear.

We put Sabina's homemade apple butter on Bryn's rustic flatbread too. Absolutely beautiful!

It was a good compliment to not eating for 13 hours (UNHEARD of for me) and feeling like passing out on a 50 minute run.
We ran through a graveyard and talked about not wanting to be buried. Everyone take notice:

I DON'T WANT TO BE BURIED. If I tragically die of my own clumsiness, please cremate me in a pit on a mountain top and put the ashes in a coffee can and try not to breathe them in. I want to be buried next to an apple tree, Lake Champlain, St. Mary's Hospital, Hartman's Rocks, Sewall (HA just kidding), Bordeaux, and the corner of Spruce and South Willard. I want to proportions to be 2:1:1:.5:0:.5:2. Thanks.

A word on Illegal Pete's...

Slow as cuss but you can get a massive breakfast burrito for 2.50 if your soul sister has a coupon.


I woke up yesterday with a sharpie rose winding around my entire arm.

Dad that's for you. I never knew that song was from Monty Python. I kind of like the German version better.

Bryn drew it on for Lumberjack night, but I forgot that sharpie doesn't come off.

Solution? Scrub at it with toothpaste and your slackline rope outside for ten minutes. Toothpaste is to me as Windex is to My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It works on jewelry, plates, and I heard from a friend that it will clear up your skin, but you also get like 2nd degree burns or something, which is maybe why I can feel heat radiating from my arm.

I brought my rose to the farmers' market since Bryn had to train at Alfalfas. Until this morning, it was the best breakfast of the semester. In Boulder anyway.

Can you say spicy chai from Conscious Coffees and an almond croissant?

Also some guys from Hope Hummus gave us a sample of spicy avocado hummus for helping them set up their tent. We love them.

The hummus plus some rustic flatbread made lunch, and we say everyone who had been wearing plaid the night before.

Best part? That flatbread makes delicious... Sabina you'll have to remind me of that word again because my mind resets every morning... little pizzas. With spinach mushrooms chive things cheese and.... an egg! But we broiled the eggs and they got a little weird. End the night with unsweet hot chocolate at The Cup. Best Saturday to end the best week EVER.

16 April 2011

Pregnant Food

A few good recipes if you
a) feel like a female growing a fetus
b) are a Lefebvre
c) are in college

Dubstep version. Or, as my French teacher said after she asked us what "womp" meant, "OH! DUBSTUB, C'EST BIEN!!"

Peanut Butter Pickle Sandwich
SO good! For extra pizzaz, put it on Canadian White.
1 slice PB
1 slice Mayo
Thin slices of pickles
Cut that in 4. Eat with milk and cartoons.

IN the same day, you should eat Ben and Jerry's new flavor CLUSTERFLUFF (ha its a pun) with caramel clusters, marshmallow, and peanut butter ice cream.

After dinner with your clusterfluff, drink a diet root beer and eat some peanut butter. The tastes actually blend really really well.

No, I wasn't high.

15 April 2011

CoOooOOoooOOkies for Breakfast!?

We love cookies! And we love breakfast! And Bryn I'm stealing all these posts from you because I know you're busy. But I'll post them and you can edit them with your wit and charm.

These gems held us over all the way to lunch, because they were packed with low GI fiber and some nice sugar to get our blood running for 9 am class.

We used the recipe for Quaker Oats Vanishing Oatmeal Rasin cookies, but ditched the raisins because they're boring.

We added instead raspberry latte trail mix from Ideal Market, (peanuts picked out at the store because they're just cheap filler) coconut, and dried cherries. We halved the recipe and still have some left for Mike in the freezer, because who needs 48 cookies at once anyway?

Maybe our friends at CU Going Local or Slow Food CU because they're having a bakesale tomorrow at Eckeley by Norlin Quad tomorrow! Look for Dormet goods!

13 April 2011


Le déjeuner était français. Il a été brie et une baguette et les pommes. Je ne connais pas beaucoup le français. Assez cool.

Also, my baguette a eu du jam on it. SO GOOD

Rolling on Macaroni with Brad Pitt

Cheddar Cheese Macaroni
#1. Elbow noodles.....boil em!
#2. Flour, milk, cheese and butter....melt em!
#3. Stir....and serve!

Easier and cheesier than the stuff in the box cause you don't have to wonder how to powder cheese.
STORY TIME: I ate the mac and cheese in ten minutes to make my US History through Film class showing of Fight Club. First time I've seen it, kinda sorta REALLY bugged me out. After the movie I left to go meet Faulkner in her room where she said she was living the thug life doing homework and playing with a lighter at her desk. That's normal. But I knock. Nobody's there. So I go use the retro bathroom in the piano lounge with black toilet seat covers. The fluorescent overhead light buzz plus the scar on my chin from my bike crash made me feel like I was IN fight club. But not like "haha I feel like I'm in fight club." More like my hands start shaking and I convince myself Faulkner isn't real, more a figment of my imagination- Brad Pitt style and I'm Tyler Durden. So I text her: "You're not sitting at your desk anymore, are you?" And the real kicker.... she replies "I'm at yours." So I'm all nervous nellie walking up the stairs and for realz think that I made Faulkner up because I didn't have any friends and I actually just hang out by myself all the time and people are just nice and humor me by playing along with this Faulkner character I made up. So I open my room key and yeah she's inside. And I felt pretty sick and so I sat down on my bike which didn't have a front wheel but my roommate convinced me that Faulkner is real and that I'm not clever enough to come up with somebody as original as Faulkner. So ok. But then she lost her b1 card. So in the world of meal plans, Faulkner doesn't really exist. But she does. I ate an apple and they laughed at me and I went and watched the free Wavves concert but I'll probably never watch Fight Club again. --Bryn

12 April 2011

Happy Free Cone Day!!

I love Ben and Jerry's more than anything.
And it's Free Cone Day, celebrating their 33rd anniversary! Woo!
We walked down to the one on Pearl Street and waited in line for 0 seconds.
In Burlington, its at least 10 minutes.

Jimmy Fallon's Late Night snack finally made its way to me:
Caramel salty swirls with chocolate covered potato chips. Awww yeah.
Bryn got Bonnaroo Buzz, which is a coffe/malt ice cream with whiskey caramel swirls and toffee pieces. SUMMER '09, oh man.

That job was the best I've had so far, and I can't thank Amanda enough for letting a fifteen year old onto the line with a bunch of crazy UVM students that opened me up to the world of social activism and awareness. I've worked 3 free cone days (actually I was in Italy for one) and through them met the weather man, Jerry, and almost Hannah Teter.

More history on two of the best guys in the world and my awesome coworkers later.


11 April 2011

Coconut, Lady Gaga, Tennis Balls and Fake Accents

Bloody brilliant day, I'd say.
Kicked it off with an exotic pie cooked in a fry pan.
Broccoli, peanuts, peanut butter, green peppers, coconut, chickpeas and lentils on a flour-butter-water pie crust. Smells like India. And I learned how to use a rolling pin. (!)

Then Faulkner showed me this:
Then we found a tennis ball.
Then we walked to Ideal Market.
It took us two hours.
I don't know what it was.
The cumin in the dinner maybe?
Lady Gaga's phone on her head?
The unorthodoxy of playing catch on Broadway?

Well, maybe it was all three? But before I know it, we'd stole a lime and were doing parkour off trees and benches. We did a sick gnar rad jump off a fire hydrant. Faulkner cleared the tennis ball through the railings on both sides of a bridge. It was Awesome. We played in the sand by the creek for forty seconds and I almost twisted my ankle! Then we played some baseball with a stick I found by the creek. We made a guy on a bike smile. I think it was my excellent batting posture. Then we realized we were supposed to be at Sabina's in ten minutes so we ran up the stoner hill of death, skipped the stairs, grabbed our blender and our crate full of cooking goods.

I think this is when we started talking in our best British accents. Loudly. Luckily it was dark, but we still got looks from dog walkers and other civilians. Apparently we weren't that believable. Probably because all I did was say bloody everyother word. Sometimes there was an Australian twang, or a Southern hiccup....but it lasted us all the way to the local food house utopia where the oranges are local and the quinoa is in jars and there's a compost bucket in the pantry....(ie. Rhianna and Sabina and Taylor and Bryant's house).

Faulkner made more dark chocolate chili lime cookies with Sabina while I did homework. They're perfect cookies because you don't need more than one. Then we made banana ice cream again but we didn't freeze it long enough so it kind of just tasted like baby food but we put it in a communal bowl with six spoons so it was fun. We walked home and it was cold, "a bit nippy" our British personas would say. F convinced me it was midnight but I got home and it wasn't even eleven. (?)

I'm sorry to all the good people on 10th street that didn't mind us yelling in pathetic accents and taking a break on their yard and we looked like we were drunk even though we weren't and it was a Monday night and the only illegal thing we did was steal a seventy cent lime because we HATE Whole Foods. I mean not really. But we work at Alfalfa's so we gots to be loyal. Well well cheerio mates!

Short and Sweet

And safe.

Nature Valley Granola
Tapioca Pudding

Feel like a princess?

10 April 2011


Great mother of Neptune, I had a good food weekend.
Let me preface with a story.

Essex, VT 1999
It's Christmas, and we were living in a beautiful cookie cutter house in the suburbs. My mom had the kitchen painted spongy bright orange and yellow, and we had this brown table made out of soft wood so the words Emily and I wrote on our elementary school worksheets etched in.
My mom, being the culinary designer/most loving mother in the world that she is, decided to make us Lobster (yes capital) for special dinner. Emily and I didn't see them until they were on our plates, but when we sat down and saw something that very much resembled the living crawling creature that we saw smiling in cartoons, we just stared. I vaguely remember learning that they were boiled, though I doubt the gory details of the Lobsters screaming while scalding to death were imparted to us as well.

Anyway, we sat there, looking at the solitary Lobster on the white plate with the blue rim until I said, "Poor Lobster." I think I almost started crying. I poked at it a little bit, and we were excused to go stare at whatever we got that year. It's the only time I can remember not eating my dinner.

I still have this horrible cold feeling in my gut about rejecting that specially prepared gift from my mom. It makes me sad and remorseful, but I have no idea why. On a lighter note, I've grown up a little bit. And while I will NEVER eat Lobster again, I will eat mussels. I even helped this weekend. I know you want to hear about how the mussels died peacefully swirling in a brew of Dos Equis, but you'll have to wait.

Breakfast first.
I made it, for once. And get this - totally dormet if you want.

Tatertots, baked for 10 minutes in the oven.
Take them out in the same pan and put them on low heat with a red pepper and jalapenos, diced.
Mash everything around with some bacon fat.
While that's going, cook some eggs. Just salt and pepper. To finish them, add just a little bit of water to the pan, cover, and let the tops steam cook.
Put the beer bread that Eric gave you from a place in Denver in the toaster. You'll butter and apricot jam that. (Beer bread is amazing- super intensely flavorful and exploding with surprises)
Let some cheddar cheese melt on top of what is now hashbrowns. Turn the heat up a little so they crisp.
Serve everything with ice water, coffee/English breakfast, and if I had my way, fresh room temp orange juice!

Now it's dinner time.
My mom made a sauce out of garlic, fennel, some kind of onion, and Dos Equis because I didn't like it so she stole it. She added some chicken stock, which I think was a little unnecessary but not bad, and heavy whipping cream and chervil. Then the mussels go in to steam cook and we watched them open. It's totally beautiful.

She also grilled a steak while we talked about how they kill cows. I'm pretty sure that stunning them with a pole through the head is similar to shooting them, but that's up for debate.

Last, arugula salad with lavender cheese and pears and this orange oil stuff. Lavender is so in right now.

Done? NOPE!

We went to the homestead of our British friends! They really know how to eat.
The night started with white wine and olives and a whole artichoke. I'd never even seen one and I was completely perplexed. Carlo said the dumb vegetable is a waste of time, but it is certainly rewarding when you get to the heart after scraping at the leaves for 20 minutes.

Then we moved to grilled asparagus, peppers, and zucchini. And tomato mozzarella artichokes and basil, all drizzled in... oil? Mom help me out. That went with a piece of very soft bread with a perfect crust.

At that point we had switched to red wine and prosciutto, ham, and salami. And deviled eggs with garlic.

We finished the longest-cuss meal I've ever had (3 hours I think, 5 if you include first dinner) with Whole Foods dessert - mango tart, two kinds of cheesecake, petit fours, and macarons. All meticulously cut up for the sake of tasting everything.

That was the most wine I've ever had in my life, so I passed out in the car on the way home. Best night I've had all semester I think. It's French night next weekend, and I cannot wait.

It's too bad we don't have a chaise lounge for Carlo to... lounge in but I'm sure I'll have some good stories to relate similar to ones I heard last night about doing puzzles in togas and debating those intel chip things that will make it so you don't have to pay at the grocery store.

OH and if you haven't watched Eat Pray Love - don't bother. Just go to Italy, India, and Bali instead and you'll save yourself an hour and a half. But otherwise, muchas grazie tout le monde.

And mom - I was talking to some tri team friends and they want to come over to cook/eat.


07 April 2011

...And the Answer Is....

Rainy days are good for comfort food.

Boil macaroni noodles.
Get that cray cray soup that I made a while ago with the beans and corn and sausage and tomatos
Add a T of flour and some salsa
Melt in a good sized piece of cheese
Boom! Mix em together! Where's the chocolate milk and the movie?

Side note: Banana Ice Cream. I'd let Bryn tell you about it but she's going to Nats today.
Its absolutely amazing.
Freeze banana nickels and puree. You'll know when it's done, and you'd never know that you're just eating banana.
Thanks Kevin, sorry I wasn't there when you made it.

05 April 2011


Wow what a weekend! There's a reason it took me until now to catch you up on it. Now, 6 bus rides and several caffeine trips later, I am ready to talk about it. But first: newest from my friend Chris back home:

Bryn and I caught the bus down on Friday for the Rockies' opening game against the Diamondbacks. They lost by 1 in the 11th inning. Or so I heard, I left to go meet Bryn in the midst of the Denver sidewalks bumping with life, energy, food, and beer.
We ate an entire lunch of brats. So worth it.

We had the first of several memorable interactions that went like this:

Tall skinny dude with glasses under his sunglasses: Hey ladies, do you have a lighter?
Me: No but I have matches!!!
Dude: Don't you need them?
Me: Nope, they're yours.
Dude: You don't smoke.... anything?!
Me: No, we do triathlon so we can't! Don't worry about it!
Bryn: Yeah. We like our lungs.

We all met up for dinner at Euclid Hall. Bryn and I people watched for half an hour first, and while waiting for a table my mom decided to talk to EVERYONE about EVERYTHING, including....

Chef de Cuisine Jorel Pierce!

I knew she was going to do that. Despite my declared love for him for 4 months now, she deliberately did EXACTLY the opposite of what I wanted by dragging us over to meet him. RIGHT after my dad pointed out his wedding ring and crushed my hopes. I just kind of stared and smiled and nodded, and tried to think of something intelligent to say. It didn't happen.

Obviously we ate well: we learned about mussels and oysters and chicken and waffles and that Euclid Hall "is rumoured to have been" (that means once was) a brothel. Cool! There was also a lot of good beer that went around that because of our weird uppity highstrung country won't allow us to simultaneously drink and vote and kill we couldn't try.

That's ok. Shaking hands with Jorel Pierce was worth it.

We dropped Bryn off at the bus stop with a guy who looked at us and shouted BOULDER! THE BEST PLACE IN THE WORLD!!

Saturday my VT friend Brook came up to check out this fine institution so we dragged him up a mountain to the Royal Arch and ate Cheba Hut. Cheba Hut = better than Firehouse Subs. I can say that now because I don't work there anymore. My new job, which I'm not going to tell you about online because that would be unprofessional, is going to be AWESOME. They gave each of us a copy of Rebecca Wood's Whole Foods Encyclopedia, which I've already started to mark up.

On the hike I ran into my philosophy professor from last semester. And most of his colleagues, except the one they told me I should meet because I told them I wanted to study abroad. (Which one?! A TA asked. Ha...) His name is Ajume Wingo. My professor also told me that he is now dating an older student who was in my class. That's Boulder.

Ok, I know you're waiting patiently for something dormet. Here you go: I thought everyone had this experience when they were little, but apparently I'm self-centered or something. Check it out.
Grilled PB&J
make it like usual. (you can get all this stuff)
butter the outsides.
grill that sorry sandwich, because you're about to devour it. Best cut into triangles on a rainy day, eaten infront of a good movie, with a juice glass of milk. Maybe put some nachos with it. Or grapes.

My mom made a phenomenal breakfast on Saturday - maybe she'd like to post about the pancakes? Hands down best ever. Real maple syrup, brown sugar bacon (my uncle brought 7 pounds) and a birthday donut for my dad.

Sunday brought hail and rain, so we went to Devil's Food near Wash Park in Denver. Fate lined up, because they had coco nib cookies, which I made that afternoon. With help. I actually just got out the ingredients. These are my mom's brain child.


1 cup of butter
3/4 cup of brown sugar
3/4 cup of white granulated sugar
1 large egg
1 teaspoon of vanilla extract
2 1/2 teaspoons of heavy cream
1 3/4 cups of all-purpose flour
3/4 cup of unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 teaspoon of baking soda
1/2 teaspoon of baking powder
1 teaspoon of kosher salt
¼-1/2 teaspoon on cayenne
3/4 cup of cocoa nibs
Zest of one large lime


1 Preheat the oven to 350°F. Beat the butter and sugars together for about two minutes at medium speed or until well incorporated and light in color. Add the egg, cream, and vanilla extract until well incorporated, about a minute. Be sure to scrape down the sides and the bottom of the bowl halfway through.
2 Sift together the flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, and cocoa powder. Add to the butter mixture slowly, and beating at medium speed, stopping once all of it is incorporated (do not overmix). Fold in the cocoa nibs and lime zest.
3 Take small spoonfuls of the dough and roll into one inch sized balls and place onto a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake for 12 minutes. Let cool on the pan for a few minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

They're a delicious alternative, because honestly, I eat enough cookies that chocolate chip gets boring, and oatmeal raisin gets real dull. And you'll always impress.

Almost done. One more review.
iFish in Denver: the manager looked like he just rolled out of bed, it felt like everyone was waiting for us to leave, I was being a brat, and the sushi kept falling apart. Mochi was good, but everyone's eating it now. Whatever. BUT I have a strong broiling desire to make rice flour pork buns. Just wait til summer.

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02 April 2011

Loose Lip Lucy: A Lesson in Mussels

1. Take off their beards. (The part that makes a mussel stick to boats, rocks, or giant sea turtles....)
2. You want to be able to tell your mussel a secret, so tightlipped. No Loose Lip Lucy's from the dorm floor.
3. Put one pound of mussels with white wine, tomatoes, leeks, garlic and shrimp broth in a pot.
4. Steam 'em with a lid.
5. They'll pop.
6. If they don't pop, they're dead. Don't eat them.
7. Add a lil bit of cream.
8. Use the extra juice for your bread.