My sister talks A LOT. It's not like a lot where she dominates every conversation. It's a lot where if she is telling a story then it will take a very long time and if she senses you're not paying attention then the story will be restarted. Usually these stories unfold during dinner and when my sister and I still lived at home, my mom was basically Courtney's hostage. And it's not just big stories that are given detailed retelling. It can be as small as no one refilling the water for the office Keurig, with every detail broken down to extreme minutiae. It's fine, it's fine, all of this forced listening made me a very good reporter. When you're trapped at a table where you're punished for even daring to look away from the storyteller for a moment you can get a little hungry. Dinner becomes a distant memory as stories about the doctors my sister works with come tumbling from her lips. To placate Courtney and to keep our blood sugar from running low, my mom in [Read more...]
Sometimes I'm a bad friend. Not malicious like tell all your deep dark secrets to the town but occasionally inconsiderate. Like the time I forced my vegetarian friend to wait in line for hours for fried chicken when she just wanted some donuts. But hey, it was really good chicken and she eats it now.
My sister and I might hold the record for youngest dine-and-dashers. It's probably not a proud title to have but oh well. We once bailed on the check at Friendly's when I was no more 8 and she was maybe 4. I swear it's not our fault, sorry Friendly's, but it's not like little kids carry around money. No, I guess the actual dine-and-dash title would go to our grandparents. Because that night we sat in Friendly's scraping the bottom of the metal sundae dishes that were once filled with black raspberry ice cream as we waited for the check. And waited. It was super crowded and crazy, as most Friendly's are at night when every student within a 5 mile radius is celebrating some random school event like a concert or play. But unlike a bunch of teenagers with endless amounts of time stretched out in front of them, my grandpa was not going to wait any longer. So in a haste we left. I don't think anyone even noticed that we had left without settling the bill. And I'm probably [Read more...]
When a friend comes to visit it probably isn't the best sign when they're falling asleep on your couch before 10 on a Friday night. I swear, I'm a good host! The infamous Chris Stover works overnights for CBS news but the potent booze-filled ice pop I handed him the second he got off Amtrak probably didn't help. I was in the middle of a popsicle spree when Stover arrived for a weekend in Bmore.
Ferrero Rocher truffles, Seventeen magazines and dollar votive candles. Those were my main purchases from CVS in the 90's. My best friend Meredith and I would ride our bikes around the neighborhood every day after school. I don't know if we were explicitly not allowed to cross major intersections but we never crossed streets with traffic lights. This limited where went, so the shopping center with a CVS and a pizza place were our spots.
I hate coconut but I love the idea of those vanilla cakes showered with coconut and in the shape of little lambs for Easter. You know what I'm talking about, right? My grandmother had these molds that turned plain vanilla cake into a farm scene. The lamb shaped cake was then slathered in frosting and fistfuls of shredded coconut.
What do you bring to a job interview? When I was trying to get a job at a radio station in Delaware I arrived at my interview with a folder full of college newspaper clippings and a story I specifically did for the interview about a mushroom festival. Then when I went on the job interview from hell in Johnstown, Pennsylvania I shot a news piece about the local economy. When I broke up with news and got myself a regular job, I brought this cannoli tart to a second interview.
We need more food trucks in the world, right? Well that's what Maria and I thought after college. We had a great concept: cute girls serving pie. "Peddling Pies," as I dubbed it, would serve sweet and savory pies to the hipster masses. I even had a logo all thought up, a cat riding a bike, and the wheels of the bike would be pies. Where is my venture capital money? If any of you steal this idea from me, I will cut you.
I might have unintentionally sabotaged my friend Shelby when she embarked on a pre-wedding juice cleanse. "Some of the juices have beets? Oh, those drinks will be the best because beets are sweet and really good." Guess what? She learned at probably the worst possible time that she hates beets. And beets were supposed to be a good chunk of her food intake that week. I think the cleanse lasted three days but I swear, it wasn't just the dreaded beets that did her in. Chewing is a joy people take for granted!
I might have used every every whisk/mixing item for this dessert but the pile of dishes was worth it. Celebrations usually call for cake but I submit this humble chocolate brown pie as a replacement for your usual mile high frosting heaped on a layer cake. Because this chocolate mousse is rich on your tastebuds but melts on your tongue, only leaving you reaching for another forkful. The crisp tart shell is flecked with coffee and tricks my mind. Those dark specks in the dough usually are vanilla but the smoky coffee makes the chocolate sing here.