Eggs

What, you ask, would bring me out of my blogging hiatus? Well, two things really: First, procrastination. See, it's finals time at old SU Law and what that really means is that I have way more time than I have all semester to procrastinate (e.g. blog, do my prenatal yoga video, walk the dog on long walks, brush the dog, etc.). Second, Pregnant Lady Eggs. What do you do when you are seven months pregnant, there's nothing good to eat in the house, and you want something delightful and salty? You make deviled eggs with pimento olives of course. (The absurdity of this statement makes me giggle.) So that's what I did, and I tell you, they were quite lovely, so, I thought I'd share the recipe.


Pregnant Lady Deviled Eggs:

2 hard-boiled eggs, halved and yolks removed
3/4 Tbs light mayo
1/2 Tbs Dijon mustard (I think Maille is the best)
3 pimento olives, cut into quarters lengthwise and sliced ever so thin
1 spin fresh cracked pepper
2 dashes paprika for garnish

Directions: Mush first three ingredients together in small bowl to desired consistency. Add pepper and olives and stir. Delicately place mixture in the hole of the egg white, sprinkle with paprika, and enjoy! (Note: I didn't use salt because I suspected the olives would be salty enough; my hunch was correct.)

m.e.

Update

Hello all! Sorry no posting recently, I will update soon.

You too can make ricotta donuts

I got together with the few remaining (remaining in Seattle, that is) members of my 'book group' for a little donut making session this Friday. MC had the recipe, AW had the apartment (and a delicious spread of salads, cheese, and fruit), and CE had the board games. Breeze and I were pretty much along for the ride, and the ride was delightful. Everyday I feel so lucky to have met such wonderful, amazing, intelligent, fun women while I have been in law school (gush!). We pretty much played Catchphrase (CE and I won) until 1 am at which time we had the sense to head home... so fun!

Vermont, you elusive destination...

So, as many of you know, Ryan spent the week of June 17 back in Vermont at his residency week. I stayed here and cared for Gus, attended a Huckleberry conference for work, and managed the home purchase details. I planned to take a red-eye flight on Thursday night to JFK and then connect on a flight to Burlington, Vermont where I would meet Ryan's parents at the hotel and drive with them to Northfield for the graduation ceremony (Friday afternoon at 4:30).

So, Thursday night I was celebrating my friend Dave's birthday at his house and waiting until around 10 for my other friend, Mo, to take me to the airport so I could catch my flight. I checked my flight status online before leaving only to find out that my flight to JFK had been delayed until about 3 am -- arriving so late that I could not make a connecting flight to Burlington in time to see Ryan graduate nor could I rent a car and drive from the airport to the ceremony (a six hour drive). I totally flipped out and almost started crying. Being east coast natives, Brian, Michelle, and Dave told me to try and see if I could just get on the Boston red-eye and drive from there (only a 3.5-4 hour drive). I got on the phone with Jetblue as Mo and I headed to the airport and asked for a miracle. The operator/helper person said that there was no way I could get on the Boston flight; it was completely full.

I arrived at the airport in a panic. I marched in the doors of the airport, walked in front of about 75+ people in line at the counter, and begged a gate agent to help me get on the Boston flight, or back east in any way possible. He said no luck. After attempting to reason with him, I knew he would not budge. He said that three people had not checked in for the flight, but that there were three people already checked in for standby. I was overwhelmed with sadness at the thought that I would have to miss Ryan's graduation after he worked so hard for the last 18 months. I turned to a female gate agent, Sondra, who had heard my conversation, and started to cry. I begged her to help me get on the flight, or back east in any way possible. Sondra took pity on me and called in a favor to her friend at the gate. She gave me a print out and ran me through security. I was the last person to board the flight and I butted off another standby person, but I made it.

Once I got to Boston, I rented a car and made the drive, with some Dunkin Donuts coffee and an atomic fireball to fuel me. It worked out better than could be expected. I got to the hotel in time to work out, take a shower, and take a cat nap. Then I got dressed and drove to Ryan's graduation, which was amazing! I am so proud!

Ryan, his parents, and I tooled around Burlington for a few days. We had some wonderful meals (Trattoria Delia and Penny Cluse), walked around downtown, and then visited Shelburne Farms (please follow the link, this place was amazing!) where I got to play with baby goats, pet a baby cow, and see baby chickens.

Ode to Suz

My dear friend Suz is spending her summer rubbing elbows with international women and men of mystery at the ICTY (Yogoslavia). I missed her a lot today, so I had an Ode to Suz evening: I went jogging around Capitol Hill, made a pizza (home made crust) with caramelized onions and sausage, listened to PJ Harvey's Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea, and drank a glass of wine. This one's for you Suz! Hope all is well!! XOXO

Well, we did it

Ryan and I have officially joined the ranks -- we purchased a home!!!!!!!!!! It is in West Seattle (Delridge area) and we are so excited. It is a lovely little town home with a decent little yard. Everybody far and wide, there is ample guest roomage so, as of July 12, we say COME ON OVER and stay a while!

WOO HOO!

Reading Stresses

So, I am a little stressed out about this book I am reading. As you can see (on the right) I am in the middle of The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai. Frankly, I don't love it. I'm not even sure if I like it. The only redeeming quality of the book is that the chapters are short, so I can make some decent headway before wanting to take a spoon to my eye. BUT, I kind of feel obligated to read it (obligated to like it even). I mean, it is the 2006 Booker Prize winner. Usually I love most, if not all, Booker winners and short listers and I generally feel like it is a waste not to finish books (remember my pledge to finish all of the books I started in law school and didn't complete??). So, HELP! Do I finish it, or at least commit to finishing it, all the while supplementing the tedium with better books? Or do I just let it go?