11.30.09
Posted in Look, Make at 9:12 pm by Erin
For Thanksgiving this year, I tried tofurkey for the first time. I used, with a few modifications, this recipe. I did not attempt to shape it into a turkey, because, come on, no one’s gonna fall for that. Overall, I was pretty satisfied. No one would mistake it for turkey, but it was turkey-ish. And our lovely hosts took some of the leftovers. Another first was Yorkshire pudding, which is not pudding at all. No, it is a delicious eggy biscuit sort of thing, and I’ve already made another batch in the few intervening days.
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11.22.09
Posted in Look at 11:29 pm by Erin
I have a serious aversion to math, nurtured by my complete ineptitude in it. New Math, however, adds a fun and witty twist to that much-maligned subject.
Like many awesome findings, I’m pretty sure I learned about this site from swissmiss.
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11.13.09
Posted in Look at 7:12 pm by Erin
There’s something so romantic about trains. In high school, we would walk along the tracks late at night and talk about hopping trains without ever actually doing it. The hobo dream remained untouched for several years, when I would learn all about the ups and downs of unlimited freedom and open space. I like to return to rail yards when I’m feeling down.
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11.08.09
Posted in Look, Make at 9:01 pm by Erin
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11.01.09
Posted in Look at 10:44 pm by Erin
Truth be told, I was not as excited about Halloween this year as I have been in past years. I missed my friends, and thought about how much fun they were probably having in their far-flung locales. Me? I dressed up as a Persian cat: I wore a gold brocade dress, and cat ears that I made out of silk shantung. Black eyeliner worked well to create whiskers and a black nose. Mars was kinda freaked out when I put on the ears–suddenly, he didn’t know what to make of me.
During the morning, I passed out bookmarks and stickers to the parade of little dinosaurs and monkeys that were trick-or-treating downtown. My favorite costume was the baby dressed like a lobster, sitting in a stock pot and pushed along in a stroller by his/her parents, who were dressed like chefs. In the evening, we went out to eat–in costume–and then heard a few bands at a bar. It was alright. Nothing too amazing. Lots of Maxes from Where the Wild Things Are, so I’m glad I nixed that idea. There was an awesome bridezilla: a bride/Godzilla hybrid.
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