Does anybody need three wardrobe boxes? Asking for a friend… The amount of leftover cardboard seems staggering, it certainly feels like more than what I bought. I filled the recycle bin last week and immediately refilled once it was picked up. I saved the boxes that survived the cross country transport in the best shape and put them up in the attic, you know, in case I ever decide to move again… LOLOLOLOL, I crack myself up sometimes. At any rate, it’s safe to say I’ve still got a surplus of cardboard products. Now, this also means that I’ve essentially got everything unpacked. It may not be where I want it to be, and I’ve still got much to do as far as getting this place the way I want it, but small victories are, in fact, victories nonetheless.
Something else I’ve got a surplus of; Halloween candy. I had not. one. trick or treater. yesterday. No goblins, no ghosts, no Kardashians, or any other frightening figures knocked on my door. What the hell? I, of course, bought candy that I like (obvs) and I bought a bunch of it because who wants to run out on Halloween amirite? That’s just asking for trouble. So now, rather than risk putting on a fast fifteen pounds of post Halloween weight I’ve decided to send out “care” packages. Because I care about maintaining my svelte, boyish, figure. Again, LOL.
I decided, since I’m traveling to Nashville for a wedding this weekend, for one of the guys from the firehouse, my brothers from Red Shift in the high-rise district will be the beneficiaries of some of my overestimation of candy. You’re welcome! I think I’m going to send some to the littles too. Sugar load coming courtesy of someone who won’t have to deal with the after effects! Speaking of Nashville, since this is my first time there, I’m open to suggestions of where to go and what to see so fire away. I’ve gotten a couple of good ideas from people, but I’m making a weekend out of it and I’d like to see as much as I can. I’m kind of bummed on one thing; I knew I wanted to check out the Bluebird Cafe, even more so after it was recommended by a friend who has a trustworthy sense of quality music, but when I signed on Monday morning to get a ticket to a show I wanted to see, it was sold out less than three minutes after it opened up. It’s a very small venue, so I get it, but it’s still kind of a drag. Sigh.
Moving right along… I thought I had mentioned, either here or on the old site not that long ago about how I made chocolate chip cookies after a baking fail at the firehouse. I was pretty sure I’d commented about it, at least in passing, and a deep seated fear of redundancy initiated a fifteen or twenty minute search through old posts which produced nothing. So, let me just say that those cookies were pretty darn tasty. If you read this even semi-regularly or if you know me IRL, you know how fond I am of baked goods. So it is with no small amount of shame that I admit to you, I neglected to buy anything of that nature during my first couple excursions to the grocery store since I got here. I know, right? I don’t know what I was thinking. I’d like to blame Bob and TJ somehow, but I just couldn’t make that work in my head, so I guess I have to own this one. To that end, I bought a Kitchen Aid mixer. This is something I’ve been putting off since the first batch of homemade cookies. It was a bit of a mess, literally, since I wasn’t prepared hardware-wise for baking at home. Bowls were a little on the small side and the old hand mixer I’d picked up at an estate sale was almost overmatched. I found out just how overmatched when I smoked it (literally) at the conclusion (thankfully) of my second batch of homemade cookies. I waited because I wasn’t sure where I’d end up, or rather, what type of kitchen I’d have. And since I’m nothing if not a color coordinating fool *snark* I waited to make sure it matched whatever appliances I’d end up with. Actually that’s a little less snarky than I care to admit to, but whatevs. So I’ll soon have no one to blame but myself for not having delicious baked goods whenever I desire. Spoiler alert- there’s really never anyone to blame but myself, so…
I’ve decided my maiden voyage in the new mixer will be – brookies. That’s right, you know ’em, you love ’em, you can’t eat just one, that little piece of euphoria inducing splendor will be coming to me from my very own kitchen. I already can’t wait. If you’ve never had one, well, you need to change that, pronto. You’ll thank me, I promise.
Peace
PS – I can’t believe I forgot to add that at the end of my last post. It’s been kind of my unofficial official closing here for years. So you’re getting another one here.
Peace