Somewhere along the line it happened. I’m not sure when, but it did. I gave up my teenage affection for hard lemonade, and my Sex And The City-induced Cosmopolitan phase in favor of spicier, boozier, hair-on-my-lady-chest-ier pursuits.
My husband found his love of Bourbon through my father. It became a family affair. If we’re having a cozy evening with my family, there is a more than likely chance that we’re going to be swilling Manhattans with (or as) appetizers. If you’re wondering, this practice goes really well with a game of Cards Against Humanity. It’s only slightly awkward when your Mother (the decidedly least gross, modestly-mannered person in the bunch) pulls out a big win for putting together combinations of cards that would make a sailor blush. Okay, perhaps it’s best that you play at your own risk. You’ve been warned. Mothers can surprise you. Continue reading →
I turned on some Ben Folds Five, preheated my oven, and mashed bananas together with eggs. It seemed like the only way to make the day manageable. There was also a Fiona Apple and Shepherd’s Piesituation that occurred later that evening. I’m telling you, I really cooked my feelings into submission. Also, Fiona Apple brings the appropriate amount of angst to Shepherd’s Pie. It makes it edgy (dare I say, Criminal? Get it? #chickrockpuns #lilithfairkitchen) I highly recommend it.
I don’t know about you, but when things get hard, or my to-do list starts to span pages, I tend to drop everything and head into the kitchen. This is how I work things out. There’s meditation in there. You’re forced to clear your mind, focus on what’s in front of you, and if all goes right, deliver a satisfying result (that you can then eat–which is a much better outcome than doing laundry — you can’t eat your laundry). Continue reading →
Confession: If we’re going out to Thai food, I’m going to be the girl that orders the dish on the menu that heavily implies my protein will be “swimming in peanut sauce”. If the menu does not use the words “swimming in” or “drenched” or “all the peanut sauce you can eat,” I will then order additional peanut sauce on the side. I can’t get enough. I once had a daydream that I filled up a kiddie pool with peanut sauce and sat in it with an excessive amount of chicken skewers. Dipping. Splashing. Eating. Splashing. This is probably the kind of thing I shouldn’t tell people. Continue reading →
Welcome to the first edition of You Got Me Straight Crushin’, Boo.
I thought it was high time to start a new series on this blog– mostly so I could use this photo of Emma looking all hoochie-mama-human on the couch. Kidding. Kind of. Look at that dog. She’s shameless.
I wanted to have a space where I could fan-girl gush over the things I’m loving, direct you to stuff that will make you laugh, introduce you to awesome bloggers and generally let you know what’s got me crushin’ (boo). I realize the name of this post is ridiculous, but I just can’t help it. It felt right.
Should we do this thing? Let’s check out some of my favorite things this week! Yay! Continue reading →
I started this week off by washing my face with shampoo. Well, technically it was both shampoo & conditioner since I have a sweet all-in-one-lazy-girl-combo. No, this was not intentional. It was confusing to have such a thick lather on my eyebrows and cheeks. Even though this is my usual gentle facial cleansing routine, it took too long for me to figure out that something was amiss. Finally, the light bulb went on after experiencing the mind-blowing-sizzling-shampoo-induced- inferno burning up my eyeballs. I think this set the tone for my week. Yep, it’s been great. I don’t feel crazy.