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This is what I would call an errand running outfit. It kind of tried to be Spring a couple times this week and so out came the cropped jeans.
Sweater- Anthropologie (if you look closely it has little bees all over it)
Corset Top- Abercrombie and Fitch
Jeans- Levi’s (bought at Khols)
Handbag- Louis Vuitton
Necklace- Etsy (it’s got a little honey bee on it and says happy…you know, bee happy)
My newest love. Brought to you by New Belgium Brewing, the Abbey Belgium Style Ale is something to swoon over. I know them for their Fat Tire ale that one of my ex-boyfriends was crazy over. I never was that much into it. But I have to say that I am soooo into this beer! It could be the flavor or it could be the 7% alcohol.
Yeah, yeah, I never post anymore. Other than food, I have a small love of all things clothing, usually from Anthropologie. Fridays I will be featuring (when I remember) outfits or things I really want but can’t afford in fashion.
Currently want (but needs to go on sale before I buy it):
Yep these are both of me. See, I do own dress.
I’m posting this to prove to my mom that I still do wear dresses from time to time. There you go mom.
Now let’s set the record straight first off, those are not mine. I have far better taste in underwear for starters. Second, I know where my underwear is at all times (and so should you).
This past Saturday I met up with some friends of mine at Daniel’s Broiler. It’s an upscale steakhouse here in the Seattle area for those who aren’t from around these parts. We had a fun/slightly mischievous night and let’s just say that it’s a good thing they gave us our own room.
After dinner we decided it would be a good idea to hit the restrooms before we left…and to hold true to the cliché that women go to the bathroom in numbers.
My friend A started laughing which isn’t a usual reaction in a bathroom. We went over to look at what was so funny. In the stall was a pair of striped panties hanging out of the trash receptacle.
I, always having my camera, felt that it was totally picture worthy to remember the night by. And so I took a picture. I must say we were quite interested in knowing the story behind the missing panties and the speculation of about how they got there made for some good conversation.
When we left I was trying to show off my new photo to my friend J’s finance and one of our waiters (oh how we tortured the waiters that night…don’t worry, we tipped 30%). I couldn’t find the picture and so I thought I accidentally deleted it.
I was encouraged to go and take another one. So I went back into the bathroom. Only one person had come in while we were out in the hallway, a very…very…very drunk woman. And she left.
When I went back into the stall the underwear had been moved!!! Moved all the way to behind the toilet. Ummm. Who moves some one else’s used underwear????
Needless to say it was quite an amusing end to an already amusing night.
For almost the last 4 years, we have been a one car family. My husband always took the bus to work and so when our lease was up on our second car we decided to be nice to the enviroment and just go with one car.
At first we lived close enough to the park and ride that he would just walk to it (unless it was super rainy). This got my husband exercise each day, which was a nice side benefit.
But then we bought a home. It was near a park and ride…sorta. But to get to it he would have to walk down a super busy road. And so, I got up every morning to take him and went every evening to pick him up. Amazingly enough, there were only a few times in those years that we really needed two cars. We just made it work.
But last Monday my husband started a new job. He left the juggernaut that is Microsoft to go to a smaller company. No, he wasn’t laid off (thank goodness), it was all of his own free will. It became quite apparent though that taking the bus was no longer going to be working out.
So off to buy a new car we went. We already owned a Ford Focus and it has been a great little car for us. And so we decided to get another one. This one is quite different than our first car. That one doesn’t even have power locks or windows. Our new car has Sync, which takes some getting used to but is kind of nice. It plays my Ipod. We have Sirius (which I big puffy heart). It has bluetooth and just knows when someone is calling, which is needed since we aren’t suppose to use our phones in the car in the state of Washington. No one seems to follow that law, but at least I can now.
Yes, I get the drive the new car while he commutes with the older car. :P Though I must say that between learning all the new stuff that the car does and all the new stuff that my phone does my brain is ready to explode. I must say I am doing better with the car than the phone. The phone does far too many things.
In unrelated to car news, my desire to bake and photograph is out the window right now. I had a paying gig last week and am now tired of taking photos. Hopefully this will pass quickly so that I can you know, run my blog.
So before moving to the Pacific Northwest, we lived in the Southwest. I am not a fan of Southwest cuisine to put it mildly. But I did take the time to learn how to make a lot of it and to learn how the flavors went together since everyone else seemed to be a fan of it. This soup is a product of that.
I sometimes throw roasted corn into this soup as well, but sadly, good corn season has come and gone, so I passed this time around. I made this soup for my progressive dinner club this weekend (in case you haven’t figured it out, we had the soup course). Poblano’s are pretty mild chilies so most people can handle them, even the wimps. They add nice flavor depth and a little kick to heat you up on those chilly Fall nights.
Roasted Poblano and Chicken Chowder
1 ½ pounds chicken breast, cooked, diced into bite size pieces
2 TBSP olive oil
1 cup carrots, peeled, small dice
½ cup celery, small dice
1 cup yellow onion, small dice
1 ½ TBSP minced garlic
2 large roasted Poblano chilies, seeded, small dice
¼ tsp dried thyme
1 ½ tsp ground white pepper
2 tsp ground cumin
9 cups chicken stock
1 TSBO hot sauce (like Tabasco)
½ cup unsalted butter
¾ cup all-purpose flour
3 cups heavy whipping cream
In a large stock pot heat oil and add carrots, celery, chilies, and onions. Saute for approximately 5-6 minutes. Until the onions start to become a little translucent.
Add garlic, thyme, cumin, and white pepper. You wont need salt for this soup because of all the chicken stock. If you are using low sodium chicken stock, you may want to add salt as well. Saute for another 3 minutes.
Pour in chicken stock and add hot sauce. Bring to a boil and then reduce to a simmer. Simmer for about 12-14 minutes.
In a small saucepan, melt the butter over low heat. Once butter has melted, sprinkle the flour into the butter. Stir with a wooden spoon continually for 3 minutes. You are not looking to make a brown roux, but you do want to cook the flour taste out before adding to the stock.
Whisk roux into the soup and let cook until thickened, about 5-7 minutes.
Add the prepared chicken to the soup, as well as the cream. Cook until every thing is heated through. Serve hot. Top with cheese. Onion. More chilies. Bacon. Whatever you want basically.
So my little pink phone was refusing to hold a charge and so I decided I would branch out into the world touch screen phones. I got a HTC Hero. http://www.htc.com/www/product/hero/overview.html
Ideally I would have loved an Iphone. People that have them love them. But we are with Sprint and I have to go with what options they have. This phone is far past my tiny brain capacity. I haven’t decided if I like it yet. I mean, I like the phone. It’s cool. It does cool things. I’m pretty sure if there is probably an app that will have the phone go the bathroom for me. Though I really want to find the app that will clean my house (if you know where this is let me know ).
What I don’t like is the idea now that I really don’t have much of an excuse not to get back to people, other than that whole didn’t have time thing. I mean I’ve got email access now. I’ve can check my blogs. I can check Facebook. I could Twitter if I could figure that app out. So at any given moment, someone hypothetically could get ahold of me. And I am pretty sure I am anit that idea.
So today was the annual trek to the Pumpkin Patch. Though we are Burb people, we are lucky enough to be surrounded by local farms. So we have lots of options. This year we decided to go to the one that is down the street from our house. It was nice and low key. They don’t have as much stuff as the other people, but that is fine by us, because all we want are some pumpkins.
Normally I drag my poor husband through the majority of the patch because I am looking for obscure colored pumpkins. Last years prize was finding this bright, almost neon yellow pumpkin.
But this year for some reason I wanted to stick with traditional orange. We also got a large pumpkin, which never do either. My husband was less than appreciative of that idea. But at least this year we were smart enough to get a wheel barrow.
This is the turkey that I made very, very angry. I think I dredged up bad feelings when I commented that I wouldn’t be eating him tomorrow. For though tomorrow is Thanksgiving, my husband is not big on turkey, so we go the chicken route. Speaking of Canadian Thanksgiving, I hope those of you who celebrate it have a nice one. Be sure to watch the Flames game.
They had Apple Cider Slushies. Even though it was cold out, I really needed one of those. So my hands got frozen and so did my brain, but it was worth it. Super duper tasty.
And here the pumpkins are safe at home. Although I am not sure how safe, as two of our pumpkins were taken last year. But this year we are home for Halloween, last year we were at hockey, so hopefully my pumpkins wont go bye-bye!